[ Editor’s note - The following passage is taken from the private journal kept by the elf maiden Mayble during her captivity in the Kingdom of Hades. She was one of the seven hundred daughters of Kia, who were deceived by the Archdeamon Misopogon and brought to Hades to be debauched by his minions. ]

Monday, 21 September.
First day in Hell! Its warm, but not as hot as we imagined it to be. My sisters and I where given a tour of the town of Dis. What a dump! It is not exactly what I had been led to expect. If this is it, I'm going to complain to the boss. Does he not know what luxuries the daughters of Kia are used to? Where are these husbands of ours? I don't know if we are staying here or moving on to somewhere more pleasant. Different people seem to be telling us different things. Some of the sisters are beginning to get panicky and insist that the wording of their marriage contracts has changed. The more level headed amongst us pointed out to them that its hard to read such small writing in this flickering light.

Who exactly do those hairy fellows with the horns think they are? All day they were perving at us - you'd think they had never seen elfin maidens before. We are staying tonight at a hostal in the town. It's a bit of a ramshackle, but it will have to do. Had curry for supper.

Tuesday, 22 September.
Wake up early and can't get back to sleep. These hostel beds are so hard, but at least we get our own rooms. From my window I can see that the Interior Sun has just peeped out from behind an odd looking mountain. The morning light here is so strange. It is so red and flickery. And it almost seems like there are pictures being projected by the sun onto my bedroom walls. As I write this I saw on the back wall a great coiling dragon flash before me. And a beautiful orange bird has now burst into flames on my ceiling! Every where there are swarms of contorted faces and writhing limbs. Obviously just tricks of the light.

*
Its about eight thirty in the morning now and one of the guides has just popped his head around the door and informed me that tomorrow we will meet up with all our other sisters and be taken to specially built accommodation outside the town. He did not even knock the old rogue! I asked him were we not to reside at our husband’s palaces, but he didn't seem to have any further information. So we have all day to kill. Amber, Peri, Lidy and I have decided to explore the town after breakfast.

*
Its evening now and we've just had our supper. What a day!
The lack of manners and decorum in this town is breathtaking. Amber and Peri wanted to visit one of the many churches here but when we approached one, the din coming from the doors was so dreadful that we declined to go in. Instead we looked round the local bazaar- and bazaar is the word! Afterwards, we were standing around thinking about which way to go next, when Peri happens to turn round to find one of those hairy brutes standing behind her with his huge cock all erect and exposed for the whole world and its mother to see! He then started to rub his organ with his grubby mitts and he leered at us in away that was most disconcerting. We reported his lewd behaviour to a nearby guard. The guard moved the dirty fellow on and said he will keep an eye out for us. Amber later swore that while we were making our complaint to him, the guard was stifling a grin. When we got back to the hostel and told our sisters of this incident, some of the more timid ones were quite worried about their safety. I reassured them by saying that, in spite of the lawless reputation of these frontier towns, we should be confidant that our future father-in-law would not place us somewhere that was unduly dangerous. Even so we agreed that we should not go into town alone, and maybe take a cudgel or sabre with us. Just in case.

Still no sign of our husbands to be.

Wednesday, 23 September.
I was woken this morning by Kayti and Fifi waving their contracts in my face. They told me that their contracts had been changed and now the small print no longer said we were allowed half the year to roam freely in the upper world. Instead it now states that we must stay with our husbands in Hades for twelve months a year. I said to them that these were the same contracts that we signed. We clearly agreed with Misopogon that we would dwell in Hades and be wives to his sons for six months in each year for a period of six years. For the other six months we would be free to go where and with who we liked. In return we have access to all the riches of Hades and be privy to all its secrets. If the contracts say otherwise then there must surely be a mistake. My confidence was shattered when Fifi pointed out that her contract had, in very small writing, a clause which said that a Hell year was equal to a hundred upper world years. Six hundred years in this place - we’re all going to be old crones when we leave!

As I write this, we have been informed by Borax, our head escort, that our new accommodation is still not ready and we might have wait another week before we can move in. The escort also said that Misopogon’s representative will arrive soon to answer all our questions.

*
It is now ten o’clock at night, and this representative chap has not turned up and Borax has disappeared.
Our wedding is due in four weeks and still we’ve had no sight of our husbands to be.

Friday, 25 September.
Had lengthy negotiations with lawyers. They say it could be difficult to get round the ‘hundred year clause’. Using a microscope they spot what could be even more worrying clauses in the contracts.

Samples of contracts are taken for laboratory analysis.

Peri suggests we get news out to our mother. She may rescue us if she is not too angry with us.

Saturday, 26 September.
Been Hearing strange rumours from the hostel staff concerning our husbands to be. Something about irregular sex practices. And something to do with their ancient ancestors being disgraced and thrown out of heaven.

*
This evening another party of our sisters arrived at the hostel. There are about ninety six daughters of Kia here now.


Sunday, 27 September.
Now installed at our new residence. Don’t have time to write much. So called lawyers have forsaken us. Our guides and escorts have been replace by strange little personal attendants. There are ferocious looking guards everywhere and our weapons have been confiscated.

Been herded like cattle all morning. Fifi, Kayti and Peri are here with me. Apparently to have some sort of examination. Looks like we are about to be moved on again.

*
Its now the end of what has been a hectic day. Actually its been bit of an eye opener. It is now clear that, in our foolishness, we have signed ourselves up to what amounts to slavery. It would be shameful for our mother if this unhappy fate befell just one of her brood. But that seven hundred of Kia’s daughters should be duped in this way would make her the laughing stock of all the turtle realms. When in her heart she is able to forgive us, if she ever does, hopefully, she will be able to pay what ever price Misopogon and his sons have set for our redemption.
This morning we were taken to Iffley Palace - our new residence. Looks fantastic from the outside. The walls are completely encrusted with lapis lazuli and there are wonderful carvings of rampant griffins over the main portal. But its pretty grim inside. There’s no gilding, paintings, finery, just plain walls and bare floor boards! All of us from the hostel are here. We’ve been told that all seven hundred of us will arrive in next few days.

I will describe this place in detail later, because I want to get down on paper some of today’s events, whilst they are still fresh in my memory. After sitting around for hours in the palace reception room, Fifi, Kayti, Peri and I were taken by our new attendants to see a Dr Wyrdhorn for a ‘medical’ examination. And yes he did have weird horns! The purpose of this rather intimate examination was not explained to us. We were taken to a brightly lit room with no windows and asked to remove our clothing. We felt obliged to as we were told, and soon we were standing stark naked in front of the doctor and his two goaty looking assistants. We have lived such prudish lives! Never have I seen any of my sisters naked before. Such a contrast with the town of Dis were they all seem to go about in various states of undress.

Anyway, we were stood in a line, ready for our inspection, and one after another, Dr Wyrdhorn felt our breasts and stomachs. He reached down between our legs, and inserted his forefinger into our pudenda. The doctor took longer with me. I think he seemed to take a certain amount of pleasure in slowly sliding his finger in and out of my vagina. He remarked to his assistants that ,apart from Peri, we did not appear to be virgins. To us he said this is not a concern for our future husbands. In the room there was this low bench, upholstered in shinny black leather. The doctor made us all bend over so that we were on our hands and knees and our bellies were supported by the bench. He then inserted his finger into my anus and wiggles it around whilst stroking my back with his free hand. He asked me to squeeze his finger with my anus and then muttered to his assistants about something to do with degrees of anal tightness. This procedure was then performed on Fifi and the others, who where all lined up next to me on the bench, whilst one of the goat creature assistants looked at my teeth as if I was a horse. He made me stick out my tongue and took swabs from my mouth. As he did this, the other goaty assistant knelt behind me and slid some sort of long object into my rectum. Peri said later that one of those goat creatures was licking her anus. She actually confessed that she enjoyed the sensation - the dirty slut! I don’t know what’s come over her, she used to be such a good girl. Anyway, after Dr Wyrdhorn and his assistants had finished prodding and poking us, we got dressed in embarrassed silence. We were ushered out of the room and another four of our elf kin were led in by their attendants for similar treatment.

We were taken by our attendants to meet up with more of our sisters in a large dining hall where we had lunch - chicken soup - which was surprisingly good.


Monday, 28 Sept.
One week spent in Hell!
The nature of our predicament is now becoming clear. Our marriage service is to be held on Sunday, the 5th of October. But it wont be a case of seven hundred elf brides for seven hundred demon sons of Misopogon. We’ve been informed that my sisters and I are to be wedded collectively to all of His Devilish Majesty’s minions in an gross parody of the sacred rite. And then, every Hell morning, each one of us will be paired off with a different husband, to be his plaything for the rest of that day.

But that’s only half the story. It seems that Misopogon and his kin are subject to some sort of curse which makes the placing of their cocks into vaginas a fatal activity. How they reproduce themselves is a bit of a mystery. Anyway, for their fun, they are hell-bent on using our anuses as a substitute. I’ve heard about such things whispered by servants in my mother’s palace, and if such a thing is possible I was always sure it would be highly forbidden. Well apparently it is possible and is customary in this land. And Misopogon and his devil horde certainly desire to do it with us in our poor bum holes. In this palace, my sisters and I are to be anally trained in preparation of our marriage day. My attendant, who is called Gordon, says this is so because our tiny elf bottom holes need to be to able accommodate, with moderate ease, the devils’ prodigious organs. We, the brave daughters of Kia, are not so naive of the ways of love - well some of us are, anyway - but to know that the “Way of Sodom” is to be imposed on us, leaves us quite apprehensive.


....to be continued.

Part Two

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