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The demon king was the ruler of the underworld, the realm of the afterlife. Women and men that did not die a natural death, anyone that did not die of old age, would enter his kingdom in their afterlife and become his slaves. The women became his sex slaves and the men became his obedient guards. In this world there was no distinction between pain and pleasure. It was more or less the same thing. Also, the women in his world were indestructible. Body parts that were mutilated or cut off would heal and re-grow with time, and they had all eternity for that. Most women that enter his world become his willing sex slaves, but there had been a few that resisted. Their sole purpose of existence was for him to torture and dismember as much as he wished, but also for him to roast and eat. He did not really need to eat at all to sustain himself, but he enjoyed the taste of roasted women meat and thus frequently impaled a woman or two and slowly roasted them over a slow burning fire. The bones of the eaten women would then be thrown into separate piles for each woman. Gradually, they would re-generate and eventually, the pile of bones would have turned back into a luscious woman to once again please the demon king.

Unfortunately, his rival, the king of heaven sometimes managed to steal his subjects. The king of heaven's warriors that called themselves angels could mysteriously appear in the demon king's kingdom, overwhelm his guards and disappear with some of his slaves. Sometimes his losses were numerous with massive groups of women all being abducted at once. Such were bad times for the demon king and he had no way of preventing the theft of his slaves. He had no way of entering the kingdom of heaven to reclaim his possessions either. They were lost to him forever. He really hated the king of heaven for stealing his slaves, if only there was somebody to help him fight the king of heaven and his angels.

In such bad and depressing times, he would appear to his loyal servants in the world of the living, a cult that was devoted to worshipping him and provide him with additional women when he needed them. These servants, priests and priestesses of his demon cult would recruit young females for the sacrifice to their beloved demon lord.

At first they had kidnapped women from all over the world and send them to their lord by simply killing them. But when the lord of heaven started to steal the demon king's women, he realized that certain women had a greater resistance from being abducted by the lord of heaven. After some investigation, the demon king realized that the women that had died the most terrifying and painful death would be the most resistant to the king of heaven.

The demon king had to wait until the next sacrifice before he could appear in front of his followers, and deliver them his new instructions. Fortunately, he did not have to wait long. At the next full moon, he could feel the calling from his followers. They were summoning him with the sacred chant. His head priest Jack was dressed in the ceremonial apron. The black fabric was decorated with bright red ribbons symbolizing the intermingling of darkness and lust. He was standing in front of the altar holding the sacrificial dagger high above his head and chanting the sacred script that would summon the demon king. Behind him were ten scared women all dressed in white wedding gowns standing in a straight line like cattle waiting for their turn to be slaughtered. They were gagged and had their arms tied behind their backs and were surrounded by a full circle of priests and priestesses all enthusiastically chanting the sacred script of the demon king. In the background was a large group of devotees to the demon cult. They were all on their knees bowing and chanting.

Then the first of the women was lead forward to the ceremonial stone table. One of the priestesses quickly cut loose the rope holding the woman's hands behind her back. Immediately, two strong priests grabbed a hand each and started stretching the helpless woman over the cold stone on her back. She shook her head frantically as the head priest approached her. Fear and panic was written all over her face. She was dead scared and stared disbelievingly at the dagger in the priest's hands. During her month of captivity she had been told of this fate many times in disbelief and still could not really believe that this was actually happening to her. She would be dead in a few minutes, brutally killed for some sadistic ceremony. Tears started to flow from her eyes and she silently prayed for God to save her. Suddenly she felt a cold terrible pain burning in her chest. Then it intensified and spread across her body. In horror, she realized that the priest had plunged the dagger into her chest and was cutting her open. She was in a state of complete shock sputtering blood through her gag. Then everything became quiet and the priest was holding her beating heart with both his hands high above his head and kneeling in front of the alter.

Mystical cold smoke started to appear around the altar. All the priests and priestesses dropped to their knees and their chanting became more intense. When the smoke cleared, the ghostly image of the demon king could be seen hovering above the altar. The nine remaining women stared at the demon king with complete disbelief and utter horror but were too paralysed to do anything else.

The demon king began to speak slowly in a low uncanny voice, which sounded like thunder breaking out at his every word and echoing across the foundation of the temple sounding both hollow and yet powerful as if it came out of the earth itself.

"My loyal subjects, each of you shall receive their due rewards. As always my healing power shall be bestowed upon the chosen one. He or she shall not know sickness anymore."

The priests and priestesses all bowed deeply in recognition of this honour with their hands straightened above their heads. The demon king's power was incredible. His touch was able to cure any disease or abnormality and also provided immunity to any future diseases. Once blessed by the demon king all existing illnesses were cured and the lucky benefactor would never experience sickness again for as long as the demon king was happy and this was ensured with regular offerings of female sacrifices.

"But first, there need to be more sacrifices."

Everybody bowed deeply again with their hands hitting the ground and chanting: "There shall be more sacrifices!"

"And each of them shall die a slow and painful death."

Again everybody bowed again and chanted in chorus repeating what the demon king had said: "they shall die a slow and painful death."

The bound women realizing that they would be tortured to death attempted to protest in vain, nobody cared about their feelings. In fact, everyone was thinking about how to increase their suffering, torture them most terribly in order to please the demon king, for the fulfilment of his wish was the most sacred duty of all his faithful followers.

There was a lot of murmuring and whispering amongst the worshippers and the priests. Then, two priests hurried away and returned carrying a big wooden cross and some tools of torture. The cross was set up in the middle of the room, just a meter in front of the demon king's hovering manifestation. Then the next whimpering women in line was picked up by two priestesses and dragged over to the cross. The doomed woman begged and sobbed pleading for mercy and screamed hysterically when she was facing the cross and being ungagged. She did not want to die especially such a brutal and torturous way. She was forced onto the cross and bound securely and spread eagled onto it. Then she was whipped brutally until her skin was bleeding and she lost consciousness. She was awakened again with a bucket of salt water, which was poured over her bleeding body at which she immediately regained consciousness and writhed and screamed in absolute agony.

Then the head priest approached the cross holding a sharp knife. He held it at the woman's eye level so she could get a good glimpse at the sharp edges of the blade. Then he plunged it into her belly, puncturing her silky skin and sinking it halfway into her soft flesh. The shocked woman screamed out hysterically while the priest continued to cut her belly open. Then he slipped his hand into her open belly to pull out her glistering intestines until he had her completely cleaned out. Then he stepped back to admire his work. The woman was barely alive but her heart was still beating and she was breathing slowly, almost unnoticeable.

Another priest came up to the head priest and handed him the ceremonial dagger and left after accepting the gutting knife. The head priest took the dagger and looked at the horrified woman before opening up her chest to display her still beating heart. He reached for it with his left hand, wrapped his fingers around it and pulled the beating heart out of the woman who gurgled and coughed some blood before dying. She died with her eyes wide open with a look of shock captured on her face at the time of her death. Her dead carcass was thrown next to the other sacrificed woman that was lying on the ground next to the altar.

The next sacrifice was a brunette who kicked and screamed when she was picked. After witnessing the horrible torture and killing of the other two women, she was absolutely against being killed in such a brutal way and attempted everything she could to avoid a similar fate. However, she was no match against the two strong priests who dragged her screaming and kicking to the altar. There she received several punches in the guts for struggling and attempting to resist the inevitable. When the priests released their grip on her arms, she succumbed to the pain and dropped to the ground, clutching her hurt belly.

Then the head priestess kicked her several times making her crouch together like a cat before ordering her to stand up. She slowly got up despite the pain she was feeling in her abused body. The two priests that had dragged her before immediately took hold of her arms and tied her against the now vacated cross.

The head priest smiled at one of the priestesses standing closest to him and she immediately went away for a short while and returned with a hammer and a box of nails. The head priest took hold of the hammer and immediately used it to slam it against the bound woman's left kneecap and smashed it. The poor woman screamed out aloud at the unexpected pain and then cried about her loss.

"You bastard. You crippled me. My beautiful legs! Now I can't walk anymore", she sobbed.

The head priest did not take any notice of her crying. He just slammed the hammer against her other kneecap as well. Then he broke all her toes, one by one. He led the big hammer slam onto her toes and shattered her bones. When that was done he also shattered all the bones in her legs and then broke her hips as well. Her complete lower body was shattered to pieces. All the bones were broken and shattered into many smaller parts. The brunette was crying and begging for mercy as she endured her slow and gradual destruction.

Then the priest opened the box of nails and took one out. He then placed it onto the woman's palm with the head of the nail pointing towards him. Using the hammer he drove the nail into her flesh until it hit the wood. Then he handed the hammer to the priestess that was still standing next to him and instructed her to drive all the nails in into the brunette's arms. The priestess immediately took the hammer from the head priest and began to do what she was told to. She first put a nail into the brunette's other hand, and then began to put one nail into her arms followed by another until the nails formed a straight line from her shoulders to her hands on both sides. The brunette screamed from pain every time the priestess drove one of the nails into one of her arms. She screamed until her voice became coarse and almost lost her voice. By then, the box was emptied of all the nails.

At that time, the head priest took over and stood in front of the brunette with both of his arms outstretched in front of him, both clutching the ceremonial dagger. He then rotated the dagger so that the blade was facing her. Then he pushed forward and the blade sank into her chest. It went in easily with the priest's body weight pushing against it. The blonde gurgled and coughed up some blood. Not long after, the priest had expertly opened up her chest and had pulled out her beating heart and offered it to the demon king.

The demon king raised his hand and made a motion as if he was grabbing the heart. Then he made a squeezing movement. The heart in the priest's hands as if by magic, floated half way over towards the demon king and then when he had made the squeezing motion, blood began to pour out of it like a squeezed lemon. It appeared that the demon king had telekinetic powers as well. Then suddenly the hearts vanished into thin air.

The head priest, and probably everyone else as well, was surprised but continued on as if that was something that normally happens. He signalled the other two strong priests to bring over the next sacrifice. A pale blonde was being lead over to the cross. She seemed to have resigned to her fate, as she was not struggling at all. She was bound tightly to the cross after the remains of her predecessor were untied and dumped onto the pile of finished sacrifices.

Then the head priest selected a young priest who was quite muscular and told him to beat the blond to death. The young priest did as he was told. He approached the blonde and on arrival punched her into the guts a few times until she puked. There was not much in her stomach only some clear liquids escaped her mouth. The young priest went away and returned with a bamboo stick that he swung over his head with his strong arms and hit the blonde on her legs at which she screamed and began to cry for mercy.

But her cries for mercy were in vain. The young priest continued to hit her body all over with the bamboo stick. Her legs, her arms, her breasts and cunt, and her butt and back all got to experience the intimate caress of the bamboo stick which got slammed down on her lovely body with all the might the young priest had. He slammed it onto all those lovely parts of the blonde. Soon, the pale blonde had gained a lot of colour. Her butt was rosy red, her back was black and blue and also the rest of her body had lots of blue lines and stripes.

After twenty minutes of beating, she was almost unconscious. The head priest signalled the young priest to stop and let the blonde have some time to rest before giving her heart to the demon king. In the meantime the head priest was cleaning the ceremonial dagger and when he had finished approached the blonde who had regained consciousness and was staring in horror at his approach. He then cut her between her chests drawing a soft line from beneath her neck to her belly. The cut immediately turned crimson red with blood slowly escaping the cut area. Then he placed the blade in the centre of the line on her chests and pushed it deep into her. In response she screamed loudly in pain and shock. Ignoring her pain and suffering he cut her chest open and pulled her heart out at which her crying stopped and her body trembled one last time.

The next woman was a black beauty. Her skin was flawless and smooth. She was to be skinned alive. Had she not been captured to serve the demon king, she would probably have had a successful career as a super model. However, her beautiful flawless skin was now the cause of her greatest suffering and agony to come. Because of her beautiful skin, it was decided by the priests to skin her and use her skin to make some leather purses for their wives.

First the black woman was spread eagled and tied to a fresh wooden cross shaped like a big X. Then they splashed hot water all over her body. The water was not hot enough to damage her precious skin but it did hurt her very much and added some more colour to her skin. Next one of the priestesses brought some heavy duty duct tape and put it on the black woman's cunt so that her pubic hair was all stuck to the tape. Then the priestess tore off the tape and pullet out half of the black woman's pubic hair. The black woman felt a sudden sharp pain and shrieked. The priestess then repeated the process and covered the black woman's cunt with new duct tape again. Then she pullet it off again and got more of the black woman's pubic hair. The priestess continued to repeat the process until the black woman's cunt was completely depilated and as smooth as a baby's bottom.

The head priest approached the black woman with a big pair of clippers. The black woman's eyes widened when she saw him raise his hand and guide the clippers to her bound right hand. Then she felt something metallic touch her fingers. And then she felt the pain and soon following that she could see one of her fingers being dropped to the ground in front of her. The black woman screamed and begged for mercy but nobody paid her any attention. They all eagerly counted the fingers that the head priest cut off from her and dropped to the ground. She let out a long shrilled scream when her thumb was clipped off. She shook her head frantically and pleaded for mercy when the priest went for her other hand. Unfortunately for her, her begging only made the priest hornier and he took more pleasure in cutting off her remaining fingers at a slower pace causing her even much more pain. Again, one by one, her fingers were clipped off and dropped to the ground. Tears were streaming down the black woman's cheeks. They were the result of the terrible pain she had endured and also by the knowledge that her once beautiful hands were now mutilated.

Then the priest retrieved a small portable wooden workbench clamp and placed both of the black girl's breasts between the two blocks that were kept apart by a frame of screws and springs. Then he slowly turned the screws causing the two wooden blocks to come closer together. The black girl's breasts were being squashed between the wooden blocks. She was in pain and screamed. The priest sadistically turned the screws a few more times to squeeze the already squashed breasts even more. The black girl was screaming loudly with her mouth wide open. The priest showed her a pair of pliers and told her he was going to use it to pull out her tongue and cut it off. The black girl immediately closed her mouth and tried to keep it shut despite the pain. The priest just chuckled evilly and turned the screw on the breast clamp a bit more. The black girl was in terrible pain but gritted her teeth and kept her mouth closed. The priest looked amused and continued to turn the screws again. The black girl parted her lips slightly and a short scream escaped from her mouth after which she immediately closed it again tightly. The priest casually continued to turn the screw again. He was in no hurry at all. The pain was becoming unbearable and the black girl was fighting hard not to scream again. Her breasts had been so terribly squeezed and flattened that they could explode and splatter her tit meat all over the place very soon. The priest knew that his victim was close to breaking and got his pair of pliers ready for the moment. Seeing the priest ready the pliers gave the black girl more reason to continue her fight and hold out on screaming. She was close to the edge of her endurance of pain but she fought on bravely and did not scream.

The priest was not bothered by her resistance and yet again just leisurely turned on the screw. This time it did it. The black girl could not take the pain anymore and let out a long loud scream and immediately regretted it. The priest took the opportunity and clamped the pliers around her tongue inside her wide-open mouth. The black girl was beaten. There was nothing she could do. All the priest had to do now was to press onto the pliers' handle hard which caused excruciating pain on the black girl's tongue. He was able to easily pull it out of her mouth and then he just grabbed a knife that was sheathed at his belt and cut off her tongue.

The black girl bleed a lot so one of the priestesses opened a packet of salt and emptied it into the black girl's open mouth. That stopped the bleeding but the black girl could not take the pain and lost consciousness. It was time to prepare the final stage of her torture and destruction. Two huge and muscular priests then brought in a big bucket that was almost the size of a bathing tub. It contained hot soapy water. A priestess then used a big sponge and cleaned the dark girl's skin with the hot water. When her skin was soft and smooth, the priest woke her roughly.

"Wake up bitch! It's time to make something useful out of you", he told her. "We're going to skin you alive and then use your skin to make leather wallets."

One of the priestesses had a very sharp scalpel in her hands. "I'm going to skin you like a pig," she told the black girl.

The black girl pleaded with them and begged for mercy. She could not believe that it was happening to her. It was so very brutal and unhuman. She wasn't an animal but a living human being. How could they be so sadistic and cruel? The black girl could not comprehend it. But then the priestess caressed her smooth skin with the scalpel's cold steel blade. At that instant she knew she was done for. She was doomed. She would be skinned like a rabbit for its fur.

The priestess professionally and expertly made a few incisions at the black girl's back and then began to slowly separate her back skin. The black girl screamed loudly. The pain she felt was indescribable. It was hellish. Her entire back skin was separated in one piece. She was bleeding a lot and she prayed that that she would die soon to escape the pain. However, the priestess sprayed something on the black girl's back and the bleeding almost stopped. She would have to suffer much more.

The priestess now pressed the scalpel against the base of the black girl's left breast. The black girl's face filled with fear and terror. Having her skin torn off was painful enough but being able to see it happening to herself could be worst. The priestess cut a circle around the black girl's breast. Some blood was trickling from the wound caused by the incisions. Then the priestess tore off the breast skin leaving a red skinless breast behind.

The black girl was horrified and in great pain. Her beautiful breast had just been stripped bare. The priestess then did the other breast and continued to strip off more of the black girl's beautiful skin while she screamed loudly in absolute pain. Eventually her screaming ceased and she was dead. The priestess finished off skinning her. Her beautiful soft black skin was taken to the tailor while her skinless body was dumped on top of the other dead girls.

Angela was next. She was a real airhead, the typical stereotype of an American blonde. She had a beautiful body with long golden hair and full luscious breasts, perfect for torture. She was lead to the centre of the room and told to kneel in front of the altar and truss her ass up.

She immediately complied and flaunted her tight ass wiggling and shacking it to get everyone's attention. When everyone was looking at her beautiful bare bottom, one of the priests approached with a red-hot branding iron. Two more priests hurried towards Angela to hold her down. Then the priest pushed the branding iron onto Angela's left ass cheek. It immediately burned its mark onto her flesh. Angela screamed loudly as she felt the hot searing pain on her ass and soon fainted. A priestess brought a bucket of cold water and splashed it on Angela's face. She shuddered and awoke with goose bumps all over her body.

"Did you like it slut? You have just been branded with our lord's seal. You should be proud."

He held the branding iron, which was still hot close to her face. It had the letters 'DK' outlined in an oval.

"We have a smaller version of it which we will now burn onto your forehead." He told her.

Immediately someone pulled her hair and forced her head back. She could feel a pair of rough strong hands holding her head in that position. Then a priestess approached with another smaller red-hot poker and handed it to the priest in front of Angela. He then slowly moved the hot iron towards Angela's forehead. She tried to move away but could not. The priest holding her in position was too strong and he made it so that it would hurt her if she moved. The hot iron was now only inches away from her face.

Angela was terrified and closed her eyes hoping the terrible nightmare would go away, but that was not the case. She felt the heat from the iron closing on her. It became hotter and then she felt her skin being burned. The hot searing smell of her own skin filled her nostrils, but she did not faint this time so she experienced every minute details of the terrible burning pain.

The priest held the branding iron steady for a few seconds until the searing pain stopped. Then he pulled it back and stuck it into a bucket of water, which resulted in a powerful hiss and a lot of steam. Angela's face was wet with tears and her beautiful face was contorted with pain.

Then a priestess came towards her carrying a big handheld mirror. She held it in front of Angela's face so that she could see herself. Angela cried bitterly when she saw her own ruined reflection in the mirror. There was a big 'DK' screaming to be noticed all over her forehead. Her beautiful face was marked forever. Angela's world was shattered, but that was only the beginning of her destruction. Two burly priests then grabbed her by her arms and pulled her up so that she was standing upright. Then they shackled her to the chains attached to the ceiling and pulled her up until she was standing on her tiptoes. A priestess then attached a vertical bar to her ankles to keep her legs spread wide apart.

Another priest then brought a Bunsen burner and set it at a low level, high burning yellow flame. He held the Bunsen burner between her spread legs and slowly raised it towards her exposed pussy. Angela could see and feel the flame slowly rising towards her pussy. She could feel the heat slowly building between her legs and soon enough the flames were licking her cunt. First the flames burned away her pubic hair leaving only the smell of torched hair and a smooth pussy. Then it was getting very hot as the flame came closer and closer. It was now starting to roast her pussy. The heat made her pussy lips open up like a blossoming flower in fast motion. She could feel the heat warming the insides of her pussy. Then the flame entered and burned her insides. The Bunsen burner's hard and hot neck slowly pressed its way up into her yielding pussy lips. Angela could feel the Bunsen burner being slowly pushed inside her, all the way inside her cunt. Its hard hot metallic surface burned her soft and sensitive skin inside, almost cooking it as it slowly travelled upwards.

The insides of her cunt were also being cooked at the same time. The flames were still licking her internal walls. There was a special valve supplying oxygen to the flame to keep it alive. The priest turned it up and Angela immediately felt an explosion of heat engulfing her from the inside and roasting her internally. Then the priest pushed the Bunsen burner all the way in so that its head could almost touch her uterus. Even though it did not reach, the flames did and started to cook her uterus.

It was pure agony for Angela, much worst than the branding. She was being burnt alive from the inside. The most intimate parts of her body were being cooked. She screamed and begged for mercy but she only got louder chanting from the crowd in return.

"Praise our lord the demon king. Hurt her! Hurt her! May her pain and torment please our lord."

Angela must have drifted off into unconsciousness at some stage. She was abruptly woken when she was zapped with a dose of high voltage. Her entire body was shaking and trembling with pain.

"This is just a sample taste of what is to come" the rough voice of a priest whispered into her ears. "You'll feel the full force when we electrocute you." He told her. "But we got another surprise for you before that."

A priestess then came with a metallic syringe. The priest then pinched Angela's nipple to make them hard and cupped her breasts.

"This syringe is filled with acid and we'll pump it into your tits." He said and flattened her left breast with his palms but allowed her nipple to stand out stiffly. The priestess pulled on Angela's left nipple and then pushed the needle into it. Angela was terrified and screamed. The pain caused by the big needle was nothing compared to what came next. The priestess deliberately pushed the back of the syringe in really slowly. The acid inside it slowly went into Angela's left breast and immediately ate away her meat from the inside and dissolved it. The burning pain Angela felt was inhuman.

Angela could feel her tit being burned by the acid. The pain and feeling of having her tit eaten away and dissolved by acid was terrible. The worst was that she could see her proud firm breast gradually sag and her chest felt like it was on fire. The burning of her flesh caused by the release of the acid was excruciating. She had to endure this horrible torture until her breast was completely deflated. Her beautiful round breasts were reduced to a lump of shrivelled up skin. It was disgusting to look at. On one side she had this magnificent full round breast, on the other there was only some lump of skin. The imbalance looked unnatural and it must have felt even worst for Angela.

"Let's see what it looks like from the inside," one of the priestesses suggested.

Angela's eyes widened in disbelief at what she had just heard. They couldn't be so cruel. How can a woman be so cruel towards her own gender; helping those men to completely destroy her.

"Yeah, cut her tit in halves. I always wondered what's inside a tit," one of the male priests responded.

Immediately some other priests came and gave the priestess at Angela's side a scalpel.

"Here you go. You do the honours" he said and gave her the scalpel.

The priestess took the scalpel with her right hand while her left hand grabbed Angela's remaining breast. They were serious about it. Angela screamed hysterically from fear but the priestess roughly slapped her across the face until her face was bloody and she had shut up. Then the priestess pressed her fingers around Angela's breast, the middle finger and the index finger on each side of her nipple. Then she placed the scalpel against her nipple and slowly pushed the sharp blade forward into the relatively soft nipple. The sharp blade sank into Angela's nipple like cutting soft butter and halved it easily. Angela screamed in pain while the priestess continued to cut deeply into her breast. Soon her smooth soft breast was cut evenly in two halves right through the middle. Her blood was ran down pass her belly and dripped to the ground. The priestess then used her fingers to pry the to halves apart further causing even more bleeding and pain.

"Let me see how it looks like" one of the priests said.

The priestess immediately placed the scalpel at the base of the breast and started to saw off the right half of the breast. The blade cut deeply into the breast. Angela was in absolute agony. She could feel the blade slowly severing parts of her breast. After what seemed to Angela to be an awfully long time during which she experienced the most excruciating pains, a piece of her breast was cut loose and the priestess gave it to the priest to inspect.

The priestess then poked the piece of meat, which was what remained of Angela's once beautiful breast. Then she moistened her hand and poured some salt over her wet hand. It turned white, covered by the small crystalline rocks of salt. Then she used that hand to massage the remainder of Angela's breast who immediately screamed out loud from the burning pain caused by the salt touching her naked flesh. She felt like her chest was exploding. Angela experienced excruciating pain for some time before she lost consciousness.

The priests took the timeout for preparing their final assault on Angela's already severely tortured body. They hooked up the power generator for her electrocution. Then when they were ready they woke her again.

"Welcome back slut. Now you will join the rest of your slut sisters and serve our blessed lord," one of the priests told her. Angela was shocked that her previous torture and mutilation was not a dream but the bitter reality. A thick metal rod was shoved into her pussy. Angela screamed loudly in anguish. Her previously charred pussy lips and cooked cunt were again ripped apart by the massive tool.

Then the priestess approached her with a dozen alligator clips. She put a clip on each of her fingers. Then she put one onto Angela's remnants of her breast. The hard zigzag shaped teeth bit deep into her soft breast meat. Angela howled like a dog in pain. Then the priestess forced Angela's mouth wide open and inserted a pair of braces to keep her mouth wide open with her jaws gaping wide apart. Then with the help of a pair of pliers she pulled Angela's tongue out and put the remaining alligator clip onto her soft tongue. Following that, the other priest helped attach electrodes to each of the alligator clips. This was it. They were ready. Now they were ready to zap her and then it would be finally over for her.

Then one of the priests flipped the control switch and Angela began to shake and tremble. A dose of electricity flowed through Angela and burned some of her cells. She was wriggling in agony but she didn't die. The priest did not set the voltage high enough for that yet. They were so cruel. Angela had to experience several more painful electric shocks. The electricity flowed through her entire body each time; her fingers were twisting out of control from the hellish pain and were jerking involuntarily.

The pain in her pussy was beyond descriptions. She just smelled like a fried sausage. Her breast was also fried, almost charred from the cooking heat caused by the electricity. The worst, however, was the pain she felt on her tongue. The wetness of it made it conduct the electricity much better and therefore caused her more pain in the surrounding areas. Her entire skull felt like it was the verve of exploding. The metal bracelets on her mouth just helped to spread the electricity even more.

Then finally the priest decided to end it and zapped her with everything they had got. Angela was rocked with a massive shock of energy. Her entire body almost jumped. Her nerves all exploded at once as the electric surge went through her and her flesh began to cook. She was shaking violently as the electricity passed through her. Her body was covered with random blue sparks. The high voltage and current was killing her already tormented body. Her eyes rolled back and her stare became blank. She was already dead but her body was still shaking and convulsing frantically as the electricity was shut off.

to be continued ...