Stop her

"Sister stop" you scream. The dark current of fear clearing your head of the intoxicating aura of lust. Growing concern for your duplicate overcoming even your desire for pleasure. the salty-sweet tonic of the daemon turning bitter and revolting as you watch your twin further despoil and likely damn herself to becoming the fiend's willing ****

Sabine continues, heedless or uncaring about your warning. She bounces up and down on the fiend's member, screaming in lust and indulgence, while rocking and curving her hips to better accommodate herself. Her hands climb up to her waggling breasts, sensually massaging her stained stomach and pinching her hard nipples.

A horrific images appears in your mind, of you and your sister mindlessly pleasuring the swine for the years upon years without end. wearing the same alluring silk as the rest of his harem, competing with them and each for the chance to fervently serve the daemon lord until the day comes that he tires of you and her. When another of the damned, perhaps one with bigger breasts or more creamy skin come onto his boat and are enticed into slavery. Cast and thrown aside much like the little known Jenavive. Throw in and consumed by Bulgarmet's girth.

Finally overcome with horror, you pull on your twins hands and wrench her free. Sabine cries out in disappointment and anger.

"Aaah, let me go. You wretch, i need more"

"Sister, please. This is for your own good". You say, trying to appeal to the remnants of her sense.

"You stupid tart, you're just jealous. But you can't have him, his mine." She digs her heels into the floor and try to free her hands but the same thing addling your sister's mind prevents her from making an effective counter attack.

You ignore her attempts to get free, focusing on escaping. Dragging Sabine, you run to the sole door accommodating the room. You crash into the door, hoping to bust it open but the exit remains shut.

The room echoes with the daemons laughter, shaking in amusement, the many eyes looking in gaining a look of amusement.

"Sabine, did you truly think that either of you were getting out before becoming one of my sluts ? I'm afraid that there's no escape for you."

"Shut up. Shut up, you bastard." You continue to batter against the door, ramming against it with your shoulder but the wooden passage remains closed. Worse yet, multiple tendrils burst in from holes in the walls and slowly begin to close in on you.

Growing increasingly **** and frantic, you throw your sister at the door and at the same time run into it again. The wooden entry bursts into splinters at your combined weight, flying fragments cut into your naked body but the tiny annoyances are worth it for your freedoms.

You pick up your twin, hooking your arms beneath her legs and head, dashing to the side of the boat. Racing past the mists, you surface from the belly of the ship and ascent onto the decks. All around you can see daemonic crew and voluptuous harem members noting your presence and closing in, chasing after you are the multitudes of Bulgarmet's many limbs. But you're so close, if you can only get off the boat, then the daemon can't possibly chase after you for the fear of the other monstrosities living in the Abyss. The same danger applies to you and Sabine also but you've hardly have a choice right now.

Giving it one last burst of effort, you sprint to the edges of the boat. In the horizon you can see a dock and a sinister looking town. Hopefully you can find shelter there, hopefully. Your enemies surround you, sword clad crew, buxom women and tendrils. Lacking any choices, you jump over the edge, trusting your life to the fickle hands of fate. Your sister, now recovered is not so accepting and begins screaming in fear.

In descent, **** and fearful, you mouth a prayer to the Burning Rose. The holy words burns your tongue but you persist. There's no chance that the Goddess will answer the prayers of one such as you but it gives you a token of comfort even as you feel shame and regret. If only things have been different, you could have avoided this realm all together. You curse Thoros and his thrice damned slaves, cursing them for setting you down this path. Should you survive, you will kill the Daemon Lord