"Enough," Master owl said in a tone that was equal parts tired and resigned.   He waved his hands in an intricate pattern and Wahida felt stunned for a moment, unable to do much more than listen as Master Owl began a tirade.<br/><br/>"I've tried with you.  I'll have nothing more to do with you.  You lie with the tongue of a demon, and have morality lower than one.  Truly you belong here in the demon realm.  You fail to see the truth when I present it to you, and you claim to be 'willing' to work for your apprenticeship.  Yet the simplest of tasks, bringing me twelve imp horns, which I gave you several days ago, you haven't even once attempted to complete.  Imps, which with your power you'd be able to fry with deadly bolts of lightning.  Yet when you've come before me, it was full of imp spawn, not because they beat you, but because you didn't even try.  You've never once tried to fulfill anyone's desires other than your own.  I sent you out to collect twelve imp horns, and a lover so that I could see your power.  You had no interest in imps, so you brought Cash back here, and ignored the other task I gave you.  You gave no thought to what I asked of you, once I'd given agreement to teach you.  Such a task was so far beneath you that you never even gave it a single thought once you agreed to do it.  Not even when you shat a liter of imps from your corrupted womb did you give a single thought to the task."<br/><br/>Master Owl shook his head and it was obvious that he was sad.<br/><br/>"Every five years it's the same thing.  A witch of potential... someone who could finally topple Mal and either take her place, or at least break her strangle hold on this land, arrives.  But every time it's the same thing.  It's someone who cares only for herself, thinks herself greater than everyone else around.  Someone who's so comfortable in her anger and self righteousness that she could never rise up."<br/><br/>Owl points a feathered finger at Wahida, "YOU!  You couldn't even get over your own image of self importance to see what you were throwing away.  Cash is a loyal and strong man, and Kit a fast and agile thief that would have stood by you if you'd shown them a single ounce of understanding and support.  But you felt you had to overbear them, dominate them, treat them like filth.  You couldn't even understand Cash's simple words of wisdom when he spoke them to you, telling you the nature of this place.   Instead you seek lofty goals of changing the demon realm as if you would be a one man goddess.  But you are not such a person, you are not even a powerful witch like your mother, Queen Kurga.   She understood the importance of real power."<br/><br/>"Queen Kurga was no more powerful than you were when she arrived, but she understood her goals, understood the meaning of real power.  She united the non demonic denizens of this land... the beast men, the goblins, the drow, the humans, all of us.  She led us in a battle against the corrupt demon king Nostromos.  With three champions at her side, the succubus queen Mal, the hound master Thon, and the lord of battle Veklar, she led an army against the corrupt king.   It was only then, with the help of powerful friends and an army at her back was she able to clear out the demon realms and install herself as the queen of this realm."<br/><br/>"But she grew tired of this place and wished to return home to topple her mother who had ruled for far too long.  So she installed her friend, Mal, as the queen of this realm.  Thon as the ruler of the north and Velkar as the lord of the south.  The four friends knew that to stay here would eventually corrupt them fully, as I'm sure you noticed that Hound Master Thon is now.  But Kurga returned to her own realm, with a promise that she would send her whelps back for sacrifice in exchange for Mal continuing to send her power."<br/><br/>"As all things are bound to happen, the four became corrupt and evil, and it was prophesied that one day a daughter of the great queen Kurga would eventually overthrow her.  So every five years the demon realm holds its breath and wonders if this will be the year of revolution."<br/><br/>He shakes his head and sighs, "But you are nothing like Queen Kurga.  You may have her desire, but you have none of her diplomacy, her survival instinct, or her inner strength.  You, like your sisters before you are a failure.   Well, maybe in another five years."<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i.iieq.net/met-art/ariel-a/forward/400t.jpg)</div>He waves his hand and the last thing you hear Master Owl say is, "Well, at least Thon will appreciate me sending you back to him."<br/><br/>Then the world fades and suddenly you're back in the hound master's barn.  He's grinning at you, "That wasn't even several hours, let alone a week.  But that's good, it saves us both time."   Then with that, he picks Wahida up and throws her into the breeding pen.  Struggle as she might, all of her magic is absorbed by the metal bindings around her.   The bindings lock into place with a finality and the demon with the black skin waves his arms, and his seed which was plugging up her womb flows out of her.<br/><br/>He reaches down and grabbing the collar around her neck that was her royal dress that she had worn upon entering this place, he snarls, "You won't need this any more you breeding slut,  I'll get you a cow bell."  Then he tears the collar from her neck and throws it aside, where, as it flutters to the ground, it turns into a shredded remains of a dress that looks like the one she put on in her bedroom a lifetime ago.<br/><br/>"You've failed champion.  You should know that before you start your new life.  But don't worry, you'll be happy for as long as you're here."  Then he straps a funnel over Wahida's mouth, and a fluid starts to flow down into the funnel.  At first Wahida resists drinking the fluid, but she can only hold out so long.  Then the fluid fills her mouth, and her mind starts to empty of all thoughts.  The wonderful tasting fluid makes her pussy gush and her tits grow, and she doesn't even mind the feeling of a hell hound behind her, mounting her, pushing it's red hot cock into her.... in fact, she likes it.  She likes it a lot.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>How much time passes the worthless brood slut that was once princess Wahida doesn't know.  Nor does she care.   She has a master that feeds her, keeps her belly full of hell hound seed, and fucks her ass whenever he feels like it.  She has a great life, she gets to breed hell hounds.  Why could anything be wrong with that?<br/><br/>Then one day it ends.<br/><br/>Her surroundings fade and everything becomes black.  There is nothing... nothing.... just void.  Then Wahida remembers everything.... recalls everything... realizes what has happened.<br/><br/>She felt something about her neck and reached up and felt her choker.<br/><br/>Then the surrounds of the cave appear before her.<br/><br/>Standing in front of her, wearing a diaphanous gown that winds about her is an eighteen year old woman... with a start, Wahida realizes that she knows this woman, it's her younger sister.  Analiess.... that's the girl's name... no, not girl... woman.   The eighteen year old has gone through the rights of womanhood and is not a girl anymore, but a woman.  That means that their mother has sent her here to die.   Without meaning too, Wahida's mouth opens and she hears herself speaking very familiar words.<br/><br/>"Greetings sister," the spirit of Wahida said, "Happy birthday.  Welcome to hell.<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/088/3/4/Saw_Maze___Game_Over_by_Thrash618.jpg)</div><br/>