Breeding time for the court!

The cuffs around the first woman's throat and wrists were unlocked and her arms were held by two of the halberd demons. She was in her late teens. Her face and upper body were covered in freckles, her hair a fiery tangle of red hair. Her naked breasts and as were full and round, her face just barely shaping out of her youthful baby-fat.

"Let go of me you monsters! Let me go!"

The woman cried out with anger and fear as the demons dragged her to one of the stockades. The woman that stood behind her, a woman that was well into her forties with long brown hair and a passable figure was crying out "please, not my baby-girl! Please Demon-Lord, have mercy on my baby girl! Take me instead!"

The Prince gave the older woman a brief glance but did nothing else, the older woman's pleas for mercy deaf to the Prince of Wrath. The younger woman was **** onto the stockade as it was shut, trapping her by her wrists and neck. The position she was **** in left her in a doggy-style position, many of the demons getting a good look at her ass and the fiery tufts of red hair that surrounded her cunt.

"Let me out of here you sorry monstrosities, or I swear by the Lord almighty you will all pay dearly for mmph!" As a ball-gag made of solid metal and leather was **** on her, tied around her head, muffling her voice. As she tried shouting despite her gag, she stopped her trashing when she saw two hooved feet step onto the stocks she was locked in. She could not turn around thanks to the stocks hold her head, but mounting behind her was a large demon. His upper half was like a human male, bald-headed with a goatee and pointed ears, while his lower half was like the body of a horse.

While humans were made from Earth and dust, demons were like fire, wistful, destructive and in an eternal state of change. Demons had no set form, so they took to shapeshifting, hence why many of the demons look so radically different from another. The centaurs were a breed of demon that populated the shores of the River Phlegethon in the Seventh Circle of Hell. When the rapture occurred, many of them split and joined the various princes. This particular centaur, Nessus, happened to have joined the legion of Wrath.

Nessus's penis unsheathed from his horse-like body. He could smell it on her. Her purity. He has not defiled a virgin in a long time.

The tears sprung from the woman, the reality of what was happening sinking in as she felt the head of the penis rub against her butt before stopping at her virgin hole. She and her family worked on a horse-farm before the demons came. She rode them, fed them, bred them, raced with them. She loved them dearly. Now almost as some type of ironic punishment for a crime she knew not have committed, she was at the mercy of an incredibly cruel one.

Nessus spoke an old, eldritch language, the front horse legs wrapping around the girl's abdomen and his hands on her head as in a single thrust, he sheathed his massive cock into the woman's pussy. She cried out beneath the ball-gag as she sobbed at the **** of her virginity, the centaur not caring as he fucked her like an animal. Blood from her destroyed hymen leaked down her legs, becoming watered down by the sexual lubricants her abused pussy leaked. Whatever pleasure she could have experienced were drowned out by the pain of his girth. The sheer size could barely fit, stretching her almost to the point of tearing as he violently gripped her hair, enjoying every second of his satisfaction for flesh.

The pain and the fear caused the woman to have an accident, the pee gushing from her hole, down her leg, and onto the floor. This did not stop the centaur as he fucked her harder, the other demons laughing at the girl's humiliation. As he fucked faster and faster, he impaled her womb one last time before stopping, thrusting as hard as he could as he came, his semen pumping into the girl so hard and in such droves that buckets of it poured out of her cunt.

As the centaur got off of the stock, removing himself from the woman, the poor, abused lady started to struggle in her stocks. The woman was not crying anymore. Her eyes went from red from crying to bloodshot with fury. Her entire body convulsed and shook. Foam even started leaking from the woman's mouth from the sides of the ball gag, as if she was infected by a fast-acting, rabies-fueled madness. Seeing the woman's madness, the various demons in the room shouted with joy, treating this as a victory as the centaur pumped his fist up high.

Demons are sentient sin. They are made of evil and darkness in a concentrated form. Their very forms are the embodiments of their domain, and as all of the demons here were under the domain of wrath, their bodies were coursing with pure, unfiltered rage. This kind of anger and fury was not meant for mortal comprehension, so any human that experienced such pure sin would be driven mad by this, but the demons count this as a victory. This meant that Nessus was victorious. The seed was sewn, and the woman was now pregnant.

The three halberd demons went up to the stocks and undid the locks, restraining the mad-stricken woman as she was carried away, the woman's mother sobbing from what the demons had done as the other demons placed her and the other women in the stockades for a similar fate.