Training a New Abyssal 3: The Sessions

From TSade

Pages: 1, 2, 3 Blood and screams filled the night as the angry ghosts tore into the warriors the Rapist brought. A few of them managed to yank their swords out of their sheaths, but the onslaught of claws and teeth tore them from limb to limb. The screams echoed shrilly, bouncing off the walls of the ranch buildings, but the stench of gore and bowels choked Irith. She wanted to cover her mouth, but the shattered bones of her hands only ground together. Biting back a whimper, she forced herself to remain still, watching the massacre of the Rapist's men. The Abyssal himself stood next to Irith, one possessive hand holding her shoulder tightly as he watched.

"Irith, the dead obey any command by the true masters of the Underworld. No matter how much you ask, no matter how much you beg, they are dead to you as is their command."

His hoarse whisper barely rose up above the screams and wet noises of the ghosts chewing into the bodies of the men. Irith watched with whimpering fear as she saw one ghost cracking into a man's chest, snapping open the ribs and nuzzling into the red chest. It looked up, blood dripping from its jaw and she realized with a start that it was her own brother. He chomped his jaw loudly, spraying blood everywhere before shoving his head back into the gory hole.

She looked up, feeling the horror of it fighting against the numbness that filled her heart.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

He looked down, a scowl etched across his face.

"For that specific reason, Irith."

She looked up, desperately trying to find hint of mercy in his dark eyes. Finding none, she looked away trying to not thinking about her nakedness, her ruined legs, or even the destroyed bones of her hand. Every inch of her reported constant pain, and she started to retreat back to the dead spot of her heart.

"You actually seem to think you are someone."

His cold hand grabbed her chin, forcing her head back up until she was staring into his merciless eyes. She tried to close her eyes, not wanting to see it, but he squeezed tightly on her chin until she opened.

"You are no one, girl. You are nothing but a vessel for my seed. You aren't even worthy of having a name."

He shoved her chin away as he looked back over the killing field that used to be her home. He watched as the last of his own men were torn apart. The final scream faded underneath the wet noises of the cannibalistic spirits. Rapist of Seventeen Virgins reached out and cracked all of his knuckles, a harsh and bitter sound that scraped against Irith's hearing.

"We have a few more sessions left, don't we?"

Irith gasped, looking up, "W-What? What else can you do... to me?"

He looked down, his eyes flashing. Irith felt a surge of fear.

"M-Master!"

His hand snapped out, grabbing her hair and wrenching her up. She felt the pain spiking through her scalp as he lifted her up to the level of his eyes. She whimpered from the pain, twisting in the air. His other mailed hand grabbed her breast, his metal-clad fingers digging into her breast as he drew her closer. She gasped at the pain, but tears refused to come to her eyes.

"You forgot again, never forget I'm your master, sow."

She tried to nod, but her helpless body was at his mercy.

Rapist had none. Snarling, he released her hand and held her up by the soft, delicate mound of her breast. She felt it starting to tear from her weight before he threw her into the center of the killing field. Her body slammed hard against the ground, splashing up the fresh blood. The bones of her hand ground together from the impact and she let out a shriek that echoed shrilly around her. The dead weight of Calibration bore down on her as she tried to stop the pain from consuming her. She just curled up tightly on the ground, ignoring the cold slurping on the ground and the terrible pains in her body.

The ground trembled violently as she felt Rapist coming up to her. She whimpered and tried to curl herself up, with her legs lying limply along the ground. She closed her eyes tightly, begging for him to walk away.

His icy-cold hand on the back of her neck sent a bolt of anticipated pain through her. She barely had time to scream out as he picked her up, his incredible strength grinding into the sides of her neck, sending yet a new pain coursing through her body as he picked her completely off the ground. Her legs swung back and forth, sending aches of pain up her spine.

Rapist shook her violently and she screamed out from the pains that tore into her. It only lasted a few seconds, but it felt like forever before he dropped her on the ground. Her legs crumpled underneath her. She wasn't allowed to drop to the ground, instead he held her up in almost a kneeling position. Twisted muscles reported growing pain, but the fear of him choked away any of the minor little agonies.

He leaned over, his carrion breath choking her almost as much as the grinding of his fingers into her neck.

"You are nothing, girl, a slave. Nothing but a sack of flesh and bones. As soon as you realize your position in life, then this pain will lessen."

She almost felt the tears rising up, but a shuffling noise drew her attention away. She looked up, then in front of her as she saw one of the angry ghosts moving toward her. He moved with a deceptive sway, blood dripping from his claws and mouth. Slowly, he opened his mouth and let out a long, rattling hiss.

Her back muscles spasmed as her eyes widened. Her body shook violently as the manifested ghost shuffled in front of her, then stopped. The smell of death clung to its body and she could see where they had disemboweled him. His lifeless eyes slowly rotated down as a long line of bloody slobber reached for the ground.

She whimpered, her eyes locked on the terrible killing claws and teeth. Rapist squeezed tightly on her neck, grinding the bones of her spine together as he lifted her slightly. She looked down to realized that he was holding her head right at the level of the ghost's crotch.

Responding to some silent command, the ghost's eyes flared red and it shifted into position. Ragged claws smeared bright red blood against his pants as he tore open the fabric from his crotch. A lump of shriveled flesh pushed out of the opening, a pair of swollen balls with a penis barely visible above. Irith let out a long shuddering breath, a whimper resonating from her throat. The cock twitched, glowing a sullen red as it began to grow in front of her. A choking stench rose up from the member as it grew, limping forward, then twitching up as the head began to swell. To her growing horror, she watched as the ghost's cock thickened. The head continued to grow, expanding until it was as thick as a small plum, then even bigger until it was a large swollen plum. The shaft continued to stretch out until it was easily a foot long.

Irith whispered, trying to shake her head in Rapist's unyielding grip.

"No, no, no."

Rapist hissed at her, "Wrong answer."

The ghost's hand reached up for her, the blood sparkling in the light of some torch. Rapist shoved her face into it and she screamed. The claws spread out and grabbed her skull, the claws in the thumb digging into her cheeks as the rest of them squeezed her skull from behind. She tried to scream out as the swollen, unnatural cock shoved forward, slapping against her mouth. Slime coated her lips, the taste and texture of rotted apples. She fought down a sudden wave of revulsion. The ghostly cock drew back and she had to brace herself the best of her ability as it slammed forward, the swollen member slapping hard against her mouth. She felt the impact of the blow into her jaw, trying to force her lips apart. She almost choked against the taste and texture, but the ghost was already trying to ram his cock against her face.

Irith clamped her jaw shut, but then she felt the sharp points of the ghost's thumbs pressing into her jaw. The point slipped down to the junction of her upper and lower jaw, digging into the skin. She felt the pressure forcing her jaw apart and she screamed out in pain through clenched teeth.

Unyielding pressure continued to force her mouth apart as the swollen head of the cock jammed up against her mouth. She tried to keep her mouth clamped shut, but the pressure continued to force them apart until she felt the cock sliding past her teeth. Gasping in pain, she fought with every inch of her body but the ghost levered her jaw part until he could force his cock into her mouth.

She choked on his shaft, but he just rammed it forward, forcing her lips apart as the swollen head slapped hard against the back of her throat. Her eyes burned as the ghost forced her jaw even further apart, until the muscles screamed out in pain. The swollen cock drew out and slammed forward again, painfully punching against the back of her throat.

The claws piercing the skin of the back of her head as the ghost let out a low, wailing gasp and slammed his cock hard into her mouth. She gagged violently on it, the man refused to pull it back. Instead, he bore down, grinding in into her throat and choking her. The bile began to rise up in her throat. Her eyes began to burn with her struggles.

"Looks like we have a few more tears left."

Rapist horse whisper was filled with amusement. She couldn't see him with her face being pulled harder to the belly of the walking corpse. His swollen cock slipped further down into her, tearing her throat as he forced it into her throat. She wanted to scream but only a tiny whimper came out, vibrating through her body as the swollen head blocked her breath.

She felt it forcing its way down into her throat even as her lungs began to burn. She could not even imagine the power of the ghost as he drove his cock hard into her, slamming his entire length into her mouth and down into her throat. It tore at her teeth until her nose was rammed up against his stomach, her lips tightly stretched around the base of his inhuman shaft.

He barely crushed her face against his stomach before he yanked his cock out of her mouth. Saliva dripped from his length, along with a greenish slime. She coughed violently, unable to tear her eyes away from the cock that just raped her throat. She felt a single tear splashing down her cheek.

In the midst of one coughing fit, he slammed his cock forward again. It punched into her mouth, scraping against the back of her throat and shoving down into her gullet. The sudden brutality of it tore into her and her face slapped once again against the ghost's face. He ground it into her throat, letting her felt how it stretched her vocal cords and muffled her screams. With a gasp, he yanked it out again. Her teeth caught on his length and she felt his flesh stripping off his swollen length. The bitter taste of it flooded her mouth and she gagged violently, ejecting it. She didn't have enough time to inhale before he rammed his cock back into her mouth, burying it completely in one brutal, violent thrust.

The ghost drove into her, barely giving her a chance to breath before slamming his cock into her again and again. Her throat felt tore and bruised from the brutal, violent thrusts. She felt her skull being forced back into the claws as her throat was raped. As he yanked out, she could feel blood on her lips.

He slammed into her dozens of more times before he let go with a long, wailing hiss and drove his cock hard into her mouth. She felt it tearing into the back of her throat as her face was ground into the zombie's belly. It pulsed, the first sign of life, but then she felt a cool jet of something pumping into her throat. She tried to sob around it, but her vocal cords were crushed against the inside of her throat by the inhuman shaft. The ghost pulled out as he was coming, splattering her face with the cold, slimy goo. The slime that flooded her mouth started a fresh round of coughing, her lungs aching from the effort to clear the taste from her mouth.

She didn't feel the movements of the angry ghost, but when the second one stood in front of her, the claws transferring her helpless body, she looked up just in time to see a cock slamming to her mouth. She opened her mouth to scream and then choked as the undead cock forced its way deep into her mouth. She felt another tear blurring her vision as the second ghost rode her face, crushing her face against his belly as his thick, swollen balls slapped against her chin. The second one came fast, only a dozen brutal strokes and pumping his inhuman seed directly into her throat, coating it with the stick fluid. She choked as he yanked out, but a third one was already waiting, his cock swollen and thick. His claws dug into her head, rivulets of blood matting her hair as he drove into her. She wanted to cry as her body was used, pounded into helplessly until her throat was torn and bleeding.

A fourth took her violently, a thick swollen member that stretched her lips so far apart, they began to bleed. His member ripped into her, bruising her throat. Only his shorter length gave her some respite. When he came, the ghost yanked out to splatter his cum all over her face, letting it drip down her face until the piss-warm rain washed it away. Man after man raped her, each one driving his inhumanly large cock into her mouth and throat until she was coughing up blood and green slime. It burned her face and her lungs. The day above her passed in the endless waves of rape, barely registering on her pain-filled mind. Each ghost seemed to find some new torment for her, from keeping the swollen member buried in her throat until black spots formed in her eyes to the one that tore her lips and throat open even wider with every thrust. The only way she could retain her sanity was to retreat to the empty part of her, the place where the pain faded away and she struggled to no longer feel her body.

She couldn't keep track of which ghost took her, but then there was one that had a cock that made the others look puny. It was a long and swollen member, easily the thickness of her wrist. The purplish-black head dwarfed her fist. Below, two huge balls the side of grapefruits hung low. She looked at it and found herself whispering desperately.

"No... no..." she coughed, her eyes tearing up. Behind him, she could see Rapist watching her, amusement burning his his darkened face. The new ghost stepped forward, his claws reaching. She tried to pull away, but her legs slumped even further down into the mud and blood. The zombie that just raped her released her and she began to fall to the ground, but the angry ghost's claws blurred forward, grabbing her shoulders. The points of his talons pierced her skin, punching through muscle and bone.

She screamed, despite all of her efforts to prevent it. She felt vulnerable as her mouth opened, unable to clamp down against the pain. His cock blurred just as fast, slamming forward to ram into her mouth. She screamed out as she felt it forcing its way, stretching her jaw further and further part. Her muscles screamed out in agony, trying to resist the dead intruder. Her teeth dug into his head, but the skin was too strong, she felt her teeth cracking from the force as he continued to bear down on her.

Irith wanted to scream, wanted to pull away, but the zombie's muscles flexed powerfully, dragged her ever closer with every passing second. The muscles of her jaw began tear and she screamed out, the last sound she would be able to make before a large crack noise punched through her senses. She felt her jaw popping and the muscles tearing wetly. Then the only thing she could feel was the cock plunging into her, slamming into the back of her throat and completely the horrible destruction of her lower jaw. Her scream choked off suddenly as the ghost's glans gagged her, swelling up to choke off any air. The eyes rolled up in the back of her head, but not before she saw who her rapist was.

It was Teri, the man who her father always wanted to marry, but she despised. The man she scored was now destroying her throat even as he forced his cock down into her throat. She felt it tearing around it, molding around the thick, swollen length. She feared it would burst open her throat, but somehow her flesh managed to keep the raping cock in check. He continued to force it down, the head squeezing into the tight confines of her throat. With a grunt, he jammed it forward, cracking something inside her as another half-foot buried inside. She felt her vocal cords being crushed and torn as it swelled inside her. To her horror, she felt the member tearing open the entrance to her lungs and she started to cry. Her lips, so tightly stretched around his girth, tore even more as hot blood dripped down on her breasts.

Teri finally buried his entire length into her, suffocating her even as she felt her body tearing around it. She only felt a burning pain growing in her lungs. She tried to breath, but nothing would escape the horrible rod that filled her.

To her horror, he kept it inside her, neither thrusting or moving. Black spots began to form in her eyes. Teri began to laugh, a hard cruel gasping that shook his body. She looked up at him, trying to plead with her eyes, but there was no mercy in those ghostly eyes.

The searing in her lungs redoubled as she felt her body beginning to shake. She could see the reflection of her face in Teri's glassy eyes, slowly turning blue, then purple even as the world grew fuzzy.

Then, he came.

His cock swelled up, ripping open her throat as he started to pump his cold, dead seed into her lungs. She spasmed, unable to cough it out with the thick member choking her. He continued to laugh as she felt every jet with terrible clarity, drowning her on his cock. Fear of death drove her to desperation and she pounding her fists against his chest, ignoring the horrible grating of bones.

And he refusing to release her.

The world grew black, creeping in from the edges. A rushing noise deafened her and even the pain of her broken hands disappeared under the cusp of death. From the very edge of her hearing, she heard whispers. Terrible whispers that promised something she couldn't understand.

"That's enough."

Rapist's words broke through her dying thoughts. Teri squeezed her skull painfully, then ripped out his cock in a shower of blood, saliva, and cum. For a long, lucid moment, she realized that her lungs refused to work, even with the horrible member no longer choking her. More tears splashed down her cheeks as she begged her body to respond.

Then, she spasmed, doubling over from the pain. Her lungs jerked into life, coughing up a shower of cum and blood. It poured out of her mouth, soaking the ground and her body. She coughed violently, her body spasming. Her hands were planted into the ground, the pain of her ruined hands lost with the bliss of sweet, fetid air.

More blood and cum poured out of her mouth until she finally could breath again. She lifted her head, the gore dripping from her chin as she looked up at Rapist with bitter pain of what she just experienced. He watched her with curiosity, then he stepped forward.

She could imagine that he would rape her next, her mouth gaping open with her need to breath, but the Abyssal just walked around her, circling her.

"And what are you?"

Even if she could speak, she couldn't answer him. She drew in one wheezing breath after the other, barely able to keep track of the circling Abyssal. Her face sunk down until she was mere inches from the disgusting ground. She tried to whimper, but no noise came out of her throat. Instead, it was just a broken whisper of noise, tearing at her throat as she exhaled.

Rapist stopped behind her, his hoarse whisper forcing her to listen.

"What are you?"

His knees slammed into the ground behind her, one on each side of her legs. She already knew what would happen next but there were more tears. His own swollen cock pressed up against her pussy. With one hard, brutal thrust, he drove up into her, his twisted and mutated cock forcing its way into her body. She felt every ridge and bump of his body, felt it pumping into her until his head crashed against her cervix. Her body shivered violently and her face splashed against the ground. Irith tasted blood and gore on her mouth, but the icy-cold soulsteel gauntlets grabbed her hips and yanked her back. Her mouth opened in silent pain as he forced his cock even deeper into her pussy. A burning gasp escaped out of her throat. Rapist ignored her as he drove into her, pumping her hard and fast. After days of being raped on his member, her body surprised her by feeling a tiny hint of pleasure as his bumps and twisted length slid in and out, lubricated by her juices and the rain coating her.

Rapist's right hand released her hips, balancing her body on his twisted shaft. His hand snapped forward, grabbing her hair and yanking her head back. He spoke in a brutal whisper, still driving his cock into her body.

"What are you!?"

Her open mouth gaping obscenely as he drove into her, releasing his other hand to grab her hair, using them as reins to pump his cock as powerfully as he could into her. His muscles swelled as black blood welled up from a disk on his forehead. An angry red glow flowed around him with every thrust of his hips. She winced at the pain of him driving his entire length into her, tearing into her cock. She could swear she felt her cervix tearing underneath the ceaseless pounding.

He yelled out as he slammed into her, his cock exploding inside her and soaking her insides with his hot, burning cum. His gauntlets tore her hair as he held himself into her, pumping his seed directly into her womb.

His carrion breath was hot against her ears as he pulled her closer to him.

"You are nothing. Nothing. Not even a life worth saving. You are nothing but a vessel for my seed."

Irith nodded the best as she could, fighting back at the pain both inside and out of her body. She felt battered by her agonies and retreated into the dead part of her heart, the one inured against the endless death and destruction. He held her for a long moment, then released her to slump down into the mud.

"You understand. You are nothing but my slave, my vessel."

He pulled out of her. She felt his cum oozing out of her gaping lips and she slumped down. Coughing, she looked up to see it was night again. The second night of her torment. It was the second night of Calibration and already she experience more pain than she could comprehend.

Rapist came around her, naked. His cock dripped with her juices. She was thankful that none of them were blood, even as a strange and uncomfortable tingling filled her depths. She watched him with fear masked with dead eyes.

There were no more tears left, only pain.

He stopped in front of her and she watched a single droplet fall from the tip of his member, splashing down in the rank mud.

"The second lesson is simple. Slaves are silent."

He chuckled dryly, "I suspect at this point, you'll learn this lesson simply."

Kneeling down in front of her, he yanked up her head with her hair.

"So, we will move to the third session."

He pulled her body closer, dragging her through the mud as her legs trailed behind her. His hot, carrion breath choked her as he drew her within inches of his face.

"A slave's body is her master's."

He grinned humorlessly.

"It doesn't matter what I want, it doesn't matter what I do, there is nothing," he repeated himself, "nothing that you can do to stop me. You have no will if I don't give it to you."

He dropped her and she had to catch herself with her elbows to prevent herself from dropping back into the mud. The horrid taste already choked her but no sound came from her ruined throat.

He chuckled, "Time to learn that lesson."

He stood up and backed away. She didn't understand, not until she felt claws grabbing her hips. Her eyes opened wide as a long, burning gasp escaped her throat. She prepared herself for being raped, but never in her thoughts did she consider what the zombie did. Instead of pressing his thick, swollen head up against her gaping pussy lips, he pressed it against the crack of her ass, sliding down to catch on her still virginal opening. She reflexively clenched down on her suddenly vulnerable anus, knowing beyond a doubt that she was about to experience yet another new pain in her short, tormented life.

Penetration came hard and violent, the necromantic hardness plunging into her tight, clenching opening. Claws dug into her hips for leverage, forcing the slimy shaft deep into her body. She tried to scream out, but only a long wail of gasping pain ripped out of her destroyed throat. The driving force tore open her anus, destroying the ring of the muscle as the hard shaft plunged deep. Beyond the sharp nova of agony, the feeling of her rectum being stuffed with slick cool cock The tiny opening tore open, an explosion of burning pain wracking her body.

Shocked by the intensity, Irith was barely aware as the manifested ghost began to drive in and out of her body with hard, powerful strokes. Her abused opening, felt wet with her own blood as he jammed it in, stuffing her bowels with every powerful thrust.

Unable to shriek out, Irith concentrated on the quiet place in her heart, the place where she strive to no longer feel the pain. She slipped in as the first ghost came inside her, flooding her screaming insides with his seed before yanking out. She shuddered as the second took his place, pumping hard into her. Despite her eyes being open, she ceased to see anything as the ghosts began to take her. The pain faded away as she buried her thoughts and her very spirit into the dead place of her heart. Concentrating on feeling nothing, she felt she could survive the pain of being anally violated.

It worked, at least to a small amount. Her pain faded as she concentrated but it also diminished as her rectum grew accustomed to the thick, swollen intruders. The ripping, tearing thrusts gave way to slick pounding, the manifested ghost's cum lubricating her entrance. As morning passed, she felt her body shuddering with the first hints of pleasure. Gasping with relief, she actually started to enjoy the continual thrusting as they drove into her. A hint of an orgasm began to rise up, but it hovered right on the edge of her crest, her body's agonies fighting with the strange, forbidden pleasure.

Hours passed. Endless hours of being thrust into and grabbed, driven and pounded. Even the claws against her hips and buttocks faded between her dead heart and the growing pleasure inside her. Her bowels felt like a sleeve for the tireless lusts of the ghosts. The very thought of her growing to enjoy it choked her. The idea of enjoying her rape was too much for her and she closed her eyes tightly.

When night was finally crashing down on the ranch, Rapist of Seventeen spoke up. His hoarse voice scraped against her senses, barely audible over the wet slurping noises as a ghost thrust into her, filing her to capacity with his swollen sausage before yanking out. She shuddered from the pleasures that rose and conflicted with the burning ring of her entrance and the other horrific injuries that the Abyssal inflicted on her.

"Seems like you actually are enjoying this lesson, girl."

He didn't sound amused. Her eyes cracked open, her body jerking back and forth. She was pressed down against the mud, her face turned to the side and her breasts crushed against the blood-soaked soil. Her hips were held up by claws, to facilitate their hard, tireless thrusting that filled her and left her. Her eyes started to close, but the ground shuddered as the Rapist knelt down next to her. They snapped open, fear already starting to pool inside her as she looked up at the black eyes.

"Can you speak?"

Her mouth worked silently, her destroyed throat only gasping out air. He nodded, then smiled.

"This is my body, girl. Everything that happens to you, everything that happens to your body, it is because I want it to. Do you understand."

Shuddering from her rapist, Irith nodded in the mud, shoving the coppery earth with her movement. Rapist looked over again and she nodded her head more violently.

A ghost of a frown crossed his face, a storm of emotions that left her already pulling into the dead of her heart. He sighed.

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