Ashakiel<br/><br/>Ashakiel stood rigid, her head held high, the flowing waves of her dark hair settled around her like a curtain.  The only sign of her trepidation the hard line of her lush lips and the clenched fists of her hands.  She watched as the the red glare of the sky came through the portal above her as she was raised to the Arena above.  The hard line of her mouth twitched as she felt abrupt disdain for the cheering masses.  As she blinked in the brighter light of Hell's 'day' she suddenly felt self conscious of her appearance.  She had always prided herself on her stately manner and now she was on display like a common whore.  If she could shudder she would.<br/><br/>Her myriad of thought was interrupted by a growing shaft of pulsing light.  In the depths was the form of a woman but when the light disappeared what stood before her was nothing more than another lowlife of Hell.  The hissing voice that spoke gave flame to the burning anger in her belly and her rage fueled by her remembrance of humiliation.<br/><br/>"You over step yourself, dung snake, but if you must know.  He needs more practice on how to please a woman or at least a bigger appendage," Ashakiel sneered.  Her eyes never leaving the blade that drew lines in the sand.  Lines that Ashakiel would cross.  She had so much rage inside her and she itched to bring it forth.  At her feet was a scimitar.  The silver glinted up at her but the Echidna's tail was much too close.  She was quite aware of the speed and strength of such a tail.<br/><br/>Wary, she waited.  She needed an opening to wipe that smug grin from the bitch's face.  The coils that roiled beneath the voluptuous form of the monster.  The ground began to shake and the grains of sound pouring off the sides to reveal a platform of glass.  It was all the distraction Ashakiel needed and her hand wrapped about the handle of her newly acquired weapon as she dashed forward the wicked edge of her scimitar cutting the air towards her opponent.  The loud clash of metal and the sparking scrape as the heavier blade of the Echidna met hers.<br/><br/>Ashakiel fought everything she had not to  shrink away as the snake woman's forked tongue hissed out to lick her face.  She found herself staring into eyes of black darkness.  The beating of her heart rushed loud to her ears and she fought the trembling of her fingers.  Her eyes narrowed as she saw the snake woman transfer the sword from her hand to her tail.<br/><br/>"You need a mint but my fist will have to do," Ashakiel quipped, letting loose with her balled fist and smashing it against delicate cheekbones.  The Echidna had enormous strength but their bones were soft.  The high pitched scream confirmed it for Ashakiel as she pranced back out of the way of a wildly swinging blade and tail.<br/><br/>"I'll make you pay for that.  I'm going to take it out on your high and mighty ass," said the Echidna.  She slithered forth, heavy blade weaving angry strokes.<br/><br/>"Yeah, at least I have one.  Must make fucking a bother when you can't get off.  Must be why you asked.  Can't feel cock so you gotta ask about it.  To be honest, I don't know why I held off on sex all these centuries.  Maybe now, I will be the Dark Whore.  I girl has to reinvent herself," Ashakiel taunted.<br/><br/>The two demons met in the middle in a whir of blades.  The snakewoman heavier blade only was pushed aside by the smaller demons scimitar.  The dangerous dance came close to the edge of the platform so many times, there were audible gasps from the crowd.  Ashakiel wondered how much longer she could go on.  Already a few other slaves had moved on and won their matches.  Bully for them.  A mighty roar from the crowd actually distracted her and her scimitar went flying, clattering from the platform.  She didn't even have time to watch it as she felt the steel coils of the Echidna's tails wrap around her chest and begin to squeeze.  It was so tight that her breasts, which had manged to miraculously stay in place this whole time, finally popped free.<br/><br/>"Well, look what we have here.  Your royal tits are quite nice.  It's a shame they'll be useless when I kill you," the Echidna hisses, her forked tongue slithering over the tops of Ashakiel's breasts before wrapping around a hardening nipple.<br/><br/>Ashakiel winced, her face red with anger and more.  She had fought valiantly with her proferred weapon but she wasn't cold frigid just for her cold demeanor.  She let the snakewoman underestimate her and that was the biggest mistake that could be made.  Her arms were trapped but her hands were still free.<br/><br/>"Enjoy them while you can because your are dead," Ashakiel said, her smile colder than a frozen wasteland.  Her collar dampened her power but she still had enough.  Her hands touched the snaketail squeezing the breath from her and she called upon the burning frost of her power.  Frothy ice spread out from her palms the sound of crackling ice moving over the coils.  She had a moment of satisfaction as the bitch screamed, that scream becoming louder as Ashakiel flexed and the coils shattered.<br/><br/>The Echidna landed on her back and writhed as her the stump of her tail flailed through the air.  Ashakiel jumped on top of the snake woman's torso her hand forming into claws.  She raised that had in a strike above her head and glared down at the stinking bitch, her hand at the Echidna's throat.  She saw fear in the slitted snake eyes and she drank that fear in.<br/><br/>"Did you actually think that I of all people would allow myself to be used without reason?  That I would let myself be killed by such shit as you?  Don't make me laugh," Ashakiel said.  The Echidna's movements were sluggish as torpor seeped into her limbs, the monster's body growing cold from such close contact.  She had enough and plunged her hand into the snakewoman's chest through the breast.  She ignored the screams as she rooted around for the heart.<br/><br/>A cheer rose up as she pulled it free and tossed it aside.  Her hand dripped drops of crystallized blood.  She turned and face the Prince's box and gave them all the finger.  It was crude but Ashakiel no longer cared.  She no longer pretended the prude.  She was bitter and angry and one of those Princes had violated her and now....now she was unleashed.<br/><br/>Her salute cued the return of her cage and the return to the slave pens.  This was her fate now but she had plans and they did not include this as her lot in life.  She belatedly realized that her chest was still exposed.  She used her bloody hand to tuck herself back into place and then sat against the bars to lick the blood of her fallen enemy from her hand.  "Mmm, taste's like chicken."