Princess Alisha had never known such unrelenting torment in her 400 years trapped in the depths of hell. First captured by the demon Veronica, Alisha was doomed to an eternity of sexual violation and degradation at the hands (and cocks) of the depraved Hornomites.
These monstrous beasts, with their slimy, wrinkled skin, curved horns, and cantaloupe-sized balls, had a single-minded focus: emptying their copious loads in and on Alisha's helpless body. Her holes were forever stretched and filled, gaped and sloppy from the constant barrage of girthy Hornomite cocks PIS-TONING in and out.
Alisha could wander the twisting alleys and dank lairs of this hellish realm, but there was no escape, no respite. The beasts lurked around every corner, sniffing the air for the scent of her arousal, drawn to her like flies to rotting meat.
Whenever she tried to hide, to find some small measure of privacy, they would find her. Multiple Hornomites would descend upon Alisha, pinning her down and violating her mercilessly. They ravaged her with brutal passion, using her as a receptacle for their fetid seed.
Alisha's belly would swell with the sheer volume of jizz pumped into her pussy, her womb flooded with the spunk of dozens of the vile creatures. Thick, copious ropes of cum would splatter across her face and tits as they jerked off on her, marking her as their plaything.
Sometimes they would take her in their own lairs, where the stench of sex and musk was so heavy she could barely breathe. Alisha would be bent over and plowed from behind, held in place by gnarled hands as the Hornomites fucked her savagely. Spitroasting was a particular favorite of theirs, trapping her between two of the beasts, one hammering her cunt, the other raping her mouth.
They used all of her holes with equal ferocity - her tight ass, her gullet, even her ears and nostrils were not spared their foul attentions. Alisha's body was a stranger to her, wrecked and reshaped by centuries of abuse, every orifice distended and sloppy.
Alisha lay in the damp cellar, naked and chained to the stony wall.
She twitched as the heavy cellar door creaked open, knowing what was to come. The leader of the Hornomite tribe, a hulking brute named Goraz, stomped down the steps, his tree trunk of a cock already erect and dripping with pre-cum. Alisha shuddered, remembering the first time she'd seen the massive organs the Hornomites were endowed with. It was her wedding night, and she'd been abducted by Veronica the succubus right from the bedchamber.
Goraz reached Alisha and tore off her flimsy tunic, revealing her once voluptuous body now a mere shell of what it once was - her hips narrow, her breasts shriveled, her stomach concave. But to the Hornomites, she was still an object to be violated and used. Goraz grabbed her roughly and flipped her onto her hands and knees. Alisha made no resistance, having long since given up any hope.
With a grunt, Goraz thrust his huge cock into Alisha's ass. He stretched her impossibly as he hilted himself to the root. Alisha gasped at the brutal intrusion, feeling like she was being split in two. Goraz set a punishing pace, pounding into her with savage strokes, grunting and growling with each thrust. Alisha's eyes watered with the pain of it, hands scrabbling against the rough stone floor.
Just as Goraz's orgasm overtook him, spurting torrents of hot cum deep into her guts, the cellar filled with the heavy tread of more Hornomite footsteps. Alisha knew they would all take turns using her holes like the accessories they were. The entire tribe would fuck her, emptying their massive balls into her over and over, until she was a drooling, cum-drunk mess.
Hours later, Alisha limped out of the cellar on shaky legs, cum and semen oozing down her thighs. The Hornomite village stretched before her, with lodges and pens for their monstrous animals. She knew there would be no respite. Hornomites would emerge at any moment to grab her and fuck her senseless against the walls, in the streets, wherever they pleased. There was no escape, no place to hide in this viciously sexual realm.
There were moments of lucidity amidst the fog of lust and pain, times when she remembered her life before, her days as a princess surrounded by love and luxury. But those memories were fading, and more often than not, Alisha craved the sensation of the Hornomites violating her, desperate for their attention like a dog begging to be petted.
Worst of all, she feared what would happen if their cocks ever stopped coming, if they ever ran out of cum. Alisha knew there were worse things than the Hornomites - things lurking deeper in hell, with darker hungers. As long as she kept them satisfied, as long as she was useful for their pleasure, she was spared that ultimate fate.
So Alisha embraced her role, her purpose. She was a fucktoy, a cumdump for the Hornomites, and nothing more. And she would endure, for all eternity.
