★Memorable Author: [El_Roy_1999] Hell on Earth - An Experiment

[MistressMia]

Hey, you should re think the name. There's already a story called Hell on Earth and it's a very, very twisted fetishm story and it also has nuns in it.

[MistressMia]

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[El_Roy_1999]

Could you post a link so I can take a look at it?
About the name: Well, it was just an idea I had on the fly. You could call it something else if necessary. Although: post-apocalyptic Mad Max-stuff, nuns, demons, I mean: Hell on Earth is THE choice for a title.
Does anybody else have any suggestions to prevent the confusion?

[MistressMia]

Could you post a link so I can take a look at it?

Okay but be warned, it's really, really, really extreme and kinkky.


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[El_Roy_1999]

How about "Surface to Inferno"?

Seriously, my stuff is extremely tame if compared to this kind of fiction. Wow. To be honest, it is way too crazy for me. Still, thank you for the information.

[El_Roy_1999]

Lucy stared in horror as he revealed the monstrous fangs that lined his jaw. The creature was a demon after all. As she looked around, getting ready to fight, she realised that the regulars in the tavern were demons too. There they were, enjoying their drinks, minding their own business and, well, being fiends. As she gazed around wild-eyed, the barkeeper said:
"Relax, you're among your own people here. Ever since someone killed Baal Zabuth, we've been free. Most of us have been thralls all their life and are just learning to get along. It's the same for you. You'll be fine."
"You're demons? All of you?"
"Sure!" The young man from before replied. "Thanks again. Those guys are pretty nasty. They set up the town and have spent the last few months breaking our backs. Honestly, not being a thrall is great, but being ordered around by a bunch of humans is the pits."
The barkeeper said:
"On the other hand, we're being left alone. And now that we have a champion of our own, we'll finally be left alone." He smiled at Lucy and gave her the 'thumbs up'.
Lucy stared at her drink. She held her head with her top arms while she clung to the bar with the lower pair. What had she gotten into. The young man continued:
"Where'd you learn to fight, anyway? I mean, I've seen a bunch of drones in my life, but you're much more powerful. Also, you look different. Like a demon lady, you know?"

Lucy shut her eyes. She was flabbergasted. There she was, at a bar in the middle of nowhere, talking to a bunch of demon yokels who were expecting her to protect them from their human masters. She had no idea what to do. The people, if people they were, were courteous, albeit a little odd and clearly trusted her. The revelation of the strange underground dwellers had also made her doubt in humanity's qualities.
Finally, she said:
"I need some rest. Do you have a place for me to sleep? Nothing fancy."
"Of course."

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The room didn't turn out to be fancy. It was comfortable, though. There was a bed, a table and a chair and Lucy could lock the door from the inside. When she finally had her privacy, she put Theresa's head on the table and stripped out of the rags she was wearing. Just as she was done, there was a knock at the door.
She went over and opened it a little. There was the barkeeper's chubby demon wife, a pair of pitch black wrought horns on her head, her long, split nose making her look like a goat. She asked:
"Do you need anything? My husband told me you were tired. We can get you a bath and some fresh clothes if you want."
Lucy waited for a while, still looking down on the strange shape in front of her. Finally, she said:
"A bath would be perfect. Also, I need some clothes. Do you have someone who can make them?"
"Why, of course. I'll tell my husband to get a tub up here. If you want, I can take you measurements and tailor an outfit for you. I'm good at this." She  smiled and made a wide motion. "I made those clothes myself."
Her outfit, although rather plain, was well-made and adapted to her shape. The strange, hobbling gait her legs gave her was easily visible but uninhibited.
Lucy thanked her and sent her on her way. She sat down on the bed. She was beginning to cave. Those people were nice to her. They genuinely appreciated her help and were kind enough to respect her without her needing to coerce them.

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After a while, the husband carried in the tub, filling it with rather clean and warm water. When he was done, he left. Lucy climbed into the tub and watched as the water grew dark from the grime. She felt relaxed. Her skin returned to its white pallor and her muscles eased. She rubbed of the dirt from her body. As she worked her way over her massive body, she finally accepted the bizarre shape she now had. She was astonished at the mass of her body, the tremendously powerful muscles and the ridiculously large breasts. Inside herself, she still felt the scrawny body she had had before transformations. She wondered what she would say to herself if she saw her now. She'd probably be scared shitless. Still, her body was now clean. She got up, dried off her skin and marveled as the tattoos burst into ephemeral flames once again, displaying the sacred texts she was covered with. The fire was cold and otherworldly. She wondered at it silently. At last, the tiredness of the last days caught up with her. She dropped on the mattress, making the bed wince.

Eventually, she fell asleep.

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The morning after, Lucy awoke completely rested. She smiled at the sun shining in through the window, marveled at the diffuse sounds of the people and animals outside. She stretched, got up and turned to Theresa. The head still laid where she had left it. It's eyes were closed. Lucy laid her hand on it. With a twitch, the head returned to life. It said:
"Good morning, mistress. I trust you slept well."
"Absolutely. I've never been this rested in my life. How about you?"
"I do not sleep anymore. I wait and I think."
Lucy wondered what.
"I'm exploring the thoughts of the minds I have been linked to. They are like the books of a library or the halls of a museum. I travel through their consciousnesses which are in me at the same time."
Her mistress was clearly confused by the thought and left it at that.

Anyway, her pondering was interrupted by a knock at the door. Lucy opened it a little and asked:
"Who's there?"
Outside, the goat-woman was standing, smiling in the most disturbing way. She said:
"There are people downstairs who want to talk to you. They are from the city council."
"The city council?"
"The people in charge for the daily routine. They are like us. No filthy humans."
Lucy gave her a weird look. The woman continued:
"I've seen your tattoos. Its despicable. To cover you in such awful signs. No wonder the skin's still burning. It's a shame."
She pulled up her sleeve and showed her a sigil that had been burnt into her skin. It was a holy symbol and still flickered as if alive.
"I made you some clothes. I hope they fit."
She handed Lucy a bundle of cloth and continued:
"Will you be seeing them? They're waiting for an answer."
Lucy nodded:
"I'll come down in a minute."

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When Lucy came down to the bar room, the whole place was full of people. She looked at them and felt a pang of disgust. All of them were demons. There were all kinds of monsters: tall and gangly ones, huge burly creatures, horns, hooves and claws. Some were even feathered. As she descended the stairs, they turned their eyes on her. Lucy had Theresa's head with her, but concealed it in the folds of her dress. The innkeeper's wife had created a garment of rough cloth, covering her ample bosom and her dramatic waist. It went down below her knees but let her shoulders free, allowing her to easily move her four arms. It was clear that the demon woman had had difficulties in fitting the required four sleeves and had finally resigned herself to this solution.
All in all, the gown was simple but allowed for surprisingly easy movement. Lucy had taken the opportunity and removed all the piercings and body jewelry, given them a good and thorough cleaning and replaced them. She hoped the saintly design of the various pieces wouldn't make them despise her. She was unsure why, but she found these demons to be strangely trustworthy. She reached the end of the stairs and said:
"Here I am! What do you want?"
The demons stared at her huge size. She wasn't as tall and muscular as the bigger demons in the back, but they seemed more akin to labourers than to warriors. All in all, she radiated an aura of elegance in killing. One of the demons stepped forward, his face was birdlike, his shoulders covered in large scales growing from his neck and said:
"I am Harashat. I am one of the elders of this town. You have defeated some of our oppressors but more are coming. Will you protect us?"
Lucy considered the question for a while and nodded:
"Of course. I might need your help, though."
"Everything. Of course. We are very thankful for this. Please protect us."
"I will."

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At this moment, the door flew open. The demons whirled around and stared at the intruder. It was a large man in a dusty suit, a heavy revolver hanging from his waist. He wore a duster and a rather dirty hat. He walked in, the spurs on his boots clinking. The demons made room for him. He stepped over to the bar, knocked on it and was quickly served a glass of liquor. He turned to the audience and pushed back his hat, revealing a weathered face with a scruffy beard. He took a sip and put the glass back.
"Can't say you vermin manage to make good liquor. This tastes like piss."
He looked around and asked:
"Was I interrupting something?"
The demons shook their heads and looked distraught.
"Excellent then. Why don't you all go back to work?"
He suddenly saw Lucy:
"And who might you be? You're new to this shithole."
Lucy gave him a grim stare.
"I see. You must be the demon bitch that beat up Joe yesterday. Took us quite some time to get him talking. He's furious, you know?"
He placed his hand on his gun's grip and continued:
"I guess it's time for you to come with me and apologise."
Lucy didn't move. He waited for a few seconds, then repeated his request. Once again, the pale woman stood still. He approached her and said:
"Come on, don't make it harder for yourself. Pretty demon bitches have it easier, so don't make me make you ugly."
He pulled out his gun and pushed her gown to the side, revealing her swollen breast. He looked at the tattoos and said:
"Well, what do you know, you've been a slave before. This won't be new to you then..."

Lucy whirled around, pushed his gun aside with her lower left hand, grabbed him with her top pair, lifted him from his feet and pounded his stomach with her remaining fist. The man was so surprised, he threw up a little, however, his aggressor didn't stop. Instead, she wrenched the gun from his hand, put him into a bearhug and squeezed until he turned blue. He struggled to free himself, but she had now switched arms and held his flailing hands in her top pair. Before he lost consciousness, she stopped and let him go limp. She dragged him out in the street and said:
"Get your friends here at sundown if you don't want me to make an example of you."
She gave him a good kick to the stomach, breaking a few ribs along the way. The man scrambled to his feet and ran away.

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As the sun went down, the streets became deserted. People gathered in their homes, straining to see what was going to happen. Lucy walked out in the emptiness. She had strapped several ammunition belts to her, parting her over-sized breasts. She had a total of four revolvers at the ready and stood there, her scalp covered by a piece of fabric twisted into a makeshift headdress. She had put Theresa's head into a net and attached it to her like a backpack. In this way, she had someone who would watch her back in case her enemies would try anything funny. She waited.

The sun slowly descended below the horizon, its last rays glowing behind the mountains. The whole scenery was basking in an aura of deep, blood red. Then, her foes appeared. They came in two groups. The first one was being led by a tall man with a duster and a flat hat, the second one by the man she had beaten up earlier. He was still uneasy on his feet. However, this group was reinforced by a huge man carrying what might be described as a cannon.
They took up position opposite her, reaching for their weapons. The leader stepped forward and said:
"Well then, that is one fine warrior the demon shit-faces found themselves. Fine by me. Listen up, lady: If you don't want to die, there's always room with us. Why be a fool and die for these weaklings when you can be their mistress?"
Lucy smirked and replied:
"I thought you came here to fight and not to chatter."
"Very well then. But be aware that you won't get an easy death. We'll take you alive and we'll make you wish you could return to hell!"
Lucy kept her arms hanging relaxed.
"Can we get it on?"

Just as the leader reached for his gun and the other warriors readied their weapons, Lucy drew all four revolvers at once and laid down a barrage of bullets from her six-guns. At the same time, she sprinted to the left, running between two houses. The other fighters shot at her, but quite a few of them were thrown to the ground, their heads blown asunder by her bullets. As they recovered, they ran after her, following the muscular fugitive as fast as they could. However, as they emerged in the next street, they couldn't see her.
Above them, Lucy discretely reloaded her revolvers. The foes below took cover and looked around, trying to get a glimpse of her. Nothing. She returned all too suddenly. With a perfect back-flip, she landed in their midst and emptied her barrels into the waiting enemies. Then, she started to run to safety. However, the second group had seen her. A hail of bullets destroyed the nearby wall. She was hit on the shoulder and in the leg. Then, the huge man lowered his cannon at her.

[solitariodude]

Hey, still reading and enjoying from the shadows Continuing K on all your hard work and had to comment on the title of this story. "Lucy in the Sky with Demons" somehow popped into my head... Thanks again for a great read!

[El_Roy_1999]

This is a pretty cool idea. I think I'm going to use it, if you don't mind. Also, thank you for your ongoing support. This is really nice!

[El_Roy_1999]

The canon roared.
Lucy bent backwards, her damaged leg wobbling. Her huge calves hardened as the ball passed over her, burning the skin on her abs. She remained in the position, supporting herself on her lower pair of hands and fired her revolvers at the large man's knees. He collapsed as his legs exploded into shards of bone and blood. The other gunmen had recovered from the blast and charged her. Lucy did a kip-up, landed on her feet, almost collapsed from the pain and stumbled around the corner. She could hear the assailants shout orders. They were going to surround her. She needed a plan fast.

When the gunmen had finished moving around the house and had managed to flank her, they charged all guns blazing. However, they found the place they had expected her to be in empty.
"Damn it! Where is she?"
"Can you see her?"
"Nope. She must be around here, though."
Meanwhile, Lucy suppressed the urge to scream in pain. She had forced herself under one of the houses. The tight space had crushed and torn her skin, she was bleeding. However, the remaining fighters were still on the lookout for her.

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Lucy held her breath. Outside, one of the gunmen asked:
"So no one of you saw her leave?"
"Nope."
"She must still be around, then."
The muscular woman pushed on under the house, ripping her skin. Suddenly, she heard:
"Look at this. That's... blood. It's golden."
"Must be the freak demon's."
"She's under the house!"
"Quick!"
She heard the men enter the house as some clambered below the floor. One of them shouted:
"There she..."
His voice trailed off as Lucy kicked his face in. The ones above shouted:
"She must be down there. Shoot the floor."
Above her, gunshots went off, the bullets pierced the floorboards. Lucy was hit in the chest. The bullet stuck in her left breast. She remained calm as the guy with a broken face wailed on. Then, she concentrated. She managed to get rid of the pain for a second, set herself up on all sixes and then, with supreme effort, smashed through the floor in a cascade of wood, nails, blood and bruised flesh.
The men were thrown down. She jumped on top of the first one, demolished his head with a blow of her fist, stomped the next and threw a third one into the hole she had created. The others saw this, stared at the goliath woman covered in her own blood and clearly ready to dish out more punishment and fled.