Haste

Hearing the grunting and snorting down the hall spurs you into action. Hiding in here feels like an increasingly unwise choice, not with blood from the beast spilled in the hallway as well. "I must find the war mother." You say aloud both to reaffirm your resolve and to give yourself a clear goal to hold on to.

Discarding the blood seared short sword, you grab an axe and a small round shield. The room has armor but you doubt you have time to put it on. While leaving the room you pull the spear from the dead canine. Examining the tip, the blood has seared it leaving it smoking lightly with the stench of sulfur.

The steps down to the laundry are only a short distance from the armory's door. With a quick sprint you rush to them going down a short distance so you can hide in the shadows. Carefully watching you see the demon that is grunting, snorting and squealing come around the corner. The daemon is as fat as it is tall. A hellish mix of razorback and an obese man. Watching the creature, its grotesque visage isn't what bothers you the most, it's the cerulean blue eyes that bulge from its head and high pitched snarling it constantly makes. Each snarl causes your soul to shudder.

The daemon has a chain in each hand, not long chains, yet attached to the end of each one is a nude female. Their hands are not tied but instead of resistance they only pleasure themselves as they walk. You cant make out the faces of the females as they each have a burlap bag over their head.

The sister on the right has a large bust that she seems very fond of caressing. Only one sister has breasts that massive, with each the size of a large melon, it has to be sister Amy Lee. Watching her for a moment as she pinches and kneeds her tits your gaze is pulled to her slightly glowing snatch. You can't make out what the symbols are from here but they seem to hover faintly above her pubes.

Pulling your gaze from the sister on the right you take in all the details from the sister on the left. Her hair is long and brown it rests on her body covering her b-cup breasts. Though you can barely make it out past her forearms as she keeps fingering herself, you can see a small flower tattoo on her suntanned hip. Pondering over it for a moment; the only two sisters that have a tattoo there, that you know of, are the Cecil twins. While she continues to use her hands to finger herself, you are unable to see if she has the same symbols above her twat.

You can see the daemon about to head into the armory. Looking to the roof "By the gods" you utter before focusing on breathing. You look down the steps to the laundry and then you look back at your enslaved sisters. Your brow furrows as you think you hear the two girls laughing and giggling over their plight. Sweat beads heavily on your body, the air seems to be steadily getting warmer as well. Letting out another sigh you look to the roof one last time. "Goddess, What am I to do?"