[Bad End] Imp Breeding Slaves

The girls barely felt anything when they imps flew them away from the nautiloid. Simply by chance, one of them grabbed the artifact as they left, ensuring the Absolute would never claim dominion over their brains. Not that their minds were in any way safe. The imp flock carried them miles, finally depositing them in a cave the imps called home.

When Shadowheart and Lae'zel entered that cave, it was the last time they saw anything but its stone walls.

It was not too bad once they got used to it. Sure, that took a few years, but all good things take time. Especially when that time is spent birthing demon spawn. Multiple generations of imps were grown in their wombs, supplying the armies of Avernus with endless foot soldiers.

Shadowheart and Lae'zel, kept almost permanently on all fours, would get knocked up by the strongest and oldest of the imps. Soldiers who had returned from the front lines of the blood war, ones whose genes would improve the next batch. Imp pregnancies only lasted a week, and despite coming in batches of eight to twelve, the pain was no worse than a regular birth.

Once born, the babies would be moved to their tits to nurse. The girls lactated constantly, and through their milk, the imps grew strong. They became adolescents in a week, and were full adults in two. **** being a necessary skill for any imp soldier, the newly raised adults would practice on their mother's assholes (so they would not taint the gene pool). The goal was to cause as much pain as possible, a difficult feat for the numb and mindbroken breeding slaves.

The mouths of the girls were the one right retained by them. They could choose who they let past their lips, a right only reserved for their favorite children. Though once a blowjob began, the imp could decide for itself whether it would be a gentle act of love or a brutal facefuck. They were still slaves, after all.

And they always would be slaves.