Hungry Ghost Hell chapter 2 back up Jan 17

     Josh drives the truck down the seemingly endless road only passing the occasionally offshoot dirt road, iron gate signifying a driveway, but never another vehicle. He only stops when the paved road comes to a dead end, stopping at least fifty feet before the dead end with three different iron gates leading down different gravel paths. He considers turning the truck around, however the sun is setting and by now no doubt those demonesses are awake. He considers the possibility they returned to their own home but the tunnel he used to get to this place; which he is certain is not the world of the living but some other layer of Hell, was not wide enough for their horns, he barely got through. But then again the tunnel was in their palace, there may have been others.

   He steps out of the truck and walks to each gates, the right one leading to a sharp curve and up a hill. He tries his hardest but at best he thinks there might be some old house up that way. The one straight ahead is clearer as there looks to be a clearing, a suburb and more paved roads. The left one goes downhill to an old run down shack and what look to be giant centipedes made of iron crawling around it. As he reaches for the iron gate the thought occurs to him the sound it will make will be like a dinner bell to every horrid thing hiding in these woods. He sneaks around the gate forcing his way through brush to the gravel path on the other side. The suburb straight ahead. There are things, movements in the woods around him, small animals jutting out of sight before he can see them.

  Just as he is about to reach the clearing to a sidewalk there is a sudden sharp stabbing pain in his ankel, he practically topples over shouting, "fuck" and looking down finds a small spear with a rope on it stabbing into his ankle just below the pant leg going right through the sock.

  "shit, shit, shit!" he shouts as dozens of other spears come launching out of the brush, their owners are six inch high green humanoid creatures with ears as big as their bodies all wearing simple leather clothing and shouting in a strange hissing language. He swats at the spears, however with each peircing the small humanoid things become more brazen, some jumping and laughing, others approaching behind the others with long serrated knives. Many more spears peircing into his jacket from the back. He tries to make a break for the sidewalk to the more open area but right there a net springs up from the ground blocking his path and is thrown back at him. The things throw bolas and lassos wrestling him to the ground. The majority are holding the ropes pulling him down, their hisses are clearly angry as he forces himself to a kneeling position to make it harder to get him on his back; but doing nothing to stop them from rushing him with polearms now jabbing them into his legs trying to push him onto his back. He manages to swat one of the creatures leaping at him with a serrated knife only to loose a few inches of skin off the back of his hand. The beast holds the skin up but stops looking confused as the skin vanishes in blue sparkles of light. Others look at their weapons, seeing Josh's blue also vanishing in blue sparks. They look at each speaking in their strange language, shaking their heads. The pause has been enough for Josh to nearly get to his feet, however the net is lines with small thorns and they goblin like tiny creatures have already ties it down to several rocks and branches he can't break free from. The skin on the back of his hand has already healed, and he notices some of them are pointing there and where the net spikes he pulls out sparkle with light as his blood vanishes from them.

   "what," growls Josh, "this is what you want right? to carve me up and eat my soul you little shits." he tries to use his anger to push through the pain of the net and the creatures resuming their stabbing and slicing at him. A sudden loud pair of *roars!* causes him to stop as well as pausing the commotion of the little creatures followed by the sound of metal being torn apart. He looks back, its not even twenty feet but he can see them, the two demoness have torn the top off the truck, the white armored one looking in his direction and *roaring*, they practically head butt the iron gate down and in the blink of an eye are on him and ripping and slicing the net off of him, swatting at the fleeing green barbarian smurf goblins as if they were gnats. However he is far from free as the black armored one summons ropes from a blue light emanating from its hands to tie around his arms and chest, wrists, and ankles, before hoisting him over its shoulder, the large semi-flat horn above his back his face looking down at what is admittedly a nice ass.

    The two of them carry him not back the way they came but out into the suburb. The white armored one point at a nearby small one story house. The black armored one rips the chainlink fence gate off as she carries him. A nearby lawnmower comes to life on its own heading their way, the white armored one kicks it, sending it flying against the fence on its side before grabbing its blade with one hand and easily ripping it off without any injury to herself, followed by stomping the thing into a nearly flat dented up mess. The grass however is still and crunches up like glass beneath boots under her feet. The black armored one opens the as the white armored one runs her claw slicing off the hinges so the door falls on the floor. The white armored one brushed a fruit bowl off the kitchen table as the black armored one sets Josh on it, on his back. Tied there Josh is afraid to speak, not that he thinks they'd understand them as they speak to one another in an odd language, which seems to emphasize V, T, an K sounds alot. The white armored one slices her nails through his boot laces which emit blue sparks just like his skin would, she pulls his boots off and pressing them between her hands Josh can see them turn into the same blue ghostly energy and then shatter into sparks that fade into the air. The black armored one rips one of his pockets off and holds up his wallet, pressing it between her fingers it too turns into a blue ghostly version of its self before shattering as it it were nothing but sugar crystals exploding into the air as blue dust that fades away. The same thing happens to his phone, flash light, compass, and even a pen he had on him. His socks are removed and shatter as well by the white armored one. The black armored one makes a clicking sound and rope around his torso vanishes, however her left hand is on his chest as she slices through his jacker with her right hand and peels it off of him, one quick flick and it too bursts into blue sparks. In this manner they strip him down layer by layer.

  Upon removing his underwear he does get an erection, which is short lived as the the hover their hands over his chest and legs bombarding him with blistering heat, his skin vanishes beneath each shot turning into the blue ghost form; so thankfully at least he only has to feel that blistering pain as they go and not lingering where they were. He realizes they are burning away all the dirt and grime on him, instead of bathing him. A wetness on his toes draws Josh's attention shortly after they're done burning him, the white armored one is sucking on both his big toes holding his feet up to her mouth, that sensation is quick to end however as just like when he was bitten before the flesh fades away to the blue ghostly visage spreading down his feet to his ankles. His feet squish and deform like a cartoon ghost being sucked into a vaccuum cleaner, he winces out of reflect as she bites down at his ankles, however he didn't feel a thing. She swallows licking her lips even as the ghostly images spreads out from his ankles reforming feet followed shortly by the image of flesh returning before he can feel again. The twins speak again in their odd language before the black armored one lifs up his arms still bound at the wrists and blows on his hands, they fade to the ghostly blue and his he watches as she while still numb it makes him feel quesy to watch her snap one of his fingers off like it was made from a candy cane, even cracking the same way as if he were just made of sugar. Even as she consumes it he sees the finger restore followed by the hands returning to normal.

   The white armored one puts her hand on his left knee cap, her claws glowing and the flesh tone vanishes there too, stopping just above the back of his lef. She chips off a piece on the side of the knee cap which like every where else restores first the ghost and then the flesh. She pops that piece in her mouth before they lift him up and carry him into the living room. Brushing items off the coffee table and laying him there naked and bound. They turn the tv on as far as Josh can tell all the screen shows is twisting light, but their red eyes are glowing so they must be percieving something he is not. The two of them are sitting close togehter their horns touching over the back of the couch. He watches them as they watch the tv, they don't even seem to really notice him, treating him like a bowl of popcorn, reaching down between moments of laughing at something he can't see or hear, touching his central mass, ghosting it, and breaking off tiny little bits to snack on. Its not as if he can see meat or bones or anything, when ghosted it just become like something that cracks and breaks or stretches off like bits of hard candy or taffy, why it does one or the other he doesn't know. However the sight of what really amounts to two gorgeous if demonic women who are essentially naked reacheing their hands down to him does arouse him, as his dick become erect he almost speaks; realizing that their sheer obliviousness to him and power has stunned him silent this whole time; that is until the black armored one grabs his erect cock, ghosts it, breaks it off, crushes it into a powder in her hand and pours half of that down her throat and the rest is licked from her palm by the white armored one. It all grows back of course but Josh has decided to turn his head and stare silently at the swirling lights of the screen.

   Time passes, he almost doesn't even notice the slight touches that indicate where they are ghosting a piece off of him. However he feels more and more tired as time passes, his throat feels dry, and his stomach rumbles. This causes the twin demonesses to pause and say something to each other and run their hands over his abdomen before ghosting a big chunk of his midsection and tearing off a few handfuls to snack on. Josh however feels he is about fall asleep but just he is his body suddenly feels very hot and the twin demonesses *roar* in surprise and back up. His body is glowing and there is a sudden burst and he feels like he is falling down into darkness before waking up; once again finding himself in yet another place, lying on his back on the gravel drive way to an old log cabin with a porch swing and some old rocking chairs out front. He realizes very quickly that is clothes are different. He has on a white t-shirt, very basic blue jeans, and tennis shoes. None of his camping equipment is on him, nor his wallet. He thinks back to them being destroyed by the twin demonesses but can't make hide nor hair of what happened to him, it felt like he just suddenly came apart and exploded or burst into flames or something.