- Part XIII -
I slowly regained consciousness, first sensing the jostling movement,
then the encroaching damp and chilling cold. I was being dragged along
a dark, narrow passageway by two of the creatures. I looked down at my
shaking body to find it smeared with drying blood and small fragments
of flesh from the chamber floor. Horrifying groans and screams
assaulted me as I was carried past the black mouths of endless
branching tunnels.
With each turn, the tunnel grew narrower. We continued until the
three-foot passage ended at a small metal door. Unbolting it, they
heaved me inside and closed it with a loud clang. I looked up from the
cold, stone floor to find myself in a twelve by twelve-foot cell. The
wall ahead of me was made of vertical and horizontal iron bars,
allowing a view into the large room beyond. In one corner of my cell, a
constant stream of water fell from an opening in the high ceiling to a
small hole in the stone floor. Weak and dehydrated, I drank from the
small waterfall, finding it cold and refreshing. It splashed over my
body, washing the blood and bits of flesh into the opening below.
Now clean and no longer thirsty, I shivered from the chill of the cold
water. Feeling some warmth entering from the adjoining room, I walked
to the closely spaced bars and looked through them into the huge
chamber. The room was as luxurious as mine was barren. Large tapestries
covered the walls depicting savage acts of sexual brutality, reminding
me of the scene I had witnessed only hours ago. Thick scarlet
carpets stretched as far as I could see. The furnishings were mostly
gold with black leather trim or padding. The huge bed, thirty feet
away, was illuminated by flickering candles perched atop immense stone
candelabra rising from the floor near each side of the thickly padded
mattress. I reclined on the hard floor against the bars, allowing the
warmth to wash over me. Gazing longingly at the soft, warm carpet,
inches from my tired eyes, I soon drifted into a much-needed sleep.
I opened my eyes after hours of restful sleep, hearing noises from the
glowing room beyond my prison. I stood and looked through the rusty
bars. As I watched from my position at the foot of the bed, I saw the
slim, arching back of my beautiful wife as she rode the powerful hips
of her master. Her black hair fell over her face as she sweated and
panted over him. The flared fullness of her round, firm buttocks rose
slowly, exposing inch after inch of his hard pulsing shaft as it left
her. The swollen, inner labia were stretched around his cock, spreading
obscenely as she pulled the sensitive tissue over the length of his
hard meat. Keeping the throbbing head inside her, she began to take him
back inside her, slowly lowering herself, filling her wet cunt with his
entire length. She milked him slowly, again and again, the heavy
muscles of her ass clenched as the tightened walls of her vagina sucked
at the head of his cock.
Soon she released his cock and turned to face me, lowering her wet
crotch over his waiting mouth. His large hands circled her waist,
pulling her pussy down to his thick tongue. She looked directly at me
through the bars as he licked her. Her eyes closed slowly as the first
long moan escaped her. The light of the many candles cast a warm glow
on her face and breasts as she allowed his tongue to enter her. Eyes
closed and lips parted, she continued to moan as she enjoyed his
skilled probing.
Reaching below her, she raised his erect, wet penis from his belly and
lowered her mouth to the seeping head. Greedily sucking it into her
mouth, she allowed the length of it into her throat. Then, withdrawing
it, she sucked and licked the purple head as it flowed with his juices.
I watched in amazement as she continued to take the entire ten-inch
organ into her throat, sometimes working her head from side to side as
her chin lay buried in his coarse pubic hair. Moaning louder as he
mouthed her drenched cunt, she took one of his pulsing testicles into
her mouth. She rolled and washed it with her tongue as she ran her
fingers over the slimy head of his bursting cock. Repeatedly sucking
each of his large balls into her mouth, she continued to circle the
head of his penis with her wet, slippery fingers, probing its gaping
eye as she moved over it. Her soft, black hair fell onto his thighs and
genitals as she worked, adding wisps of fleeting sensation to the
wealth of pleasures she provided him.
Finally, he reached for her, turning her around to face him. She
skillfully impaled herself on his cock, sinking to the base with one
quick thrust. Taking her by the hair, he pulled her mouth to his,
invading her again with his probing tongue. They clutched at each other
as he filled her again and again with his rigid cock. Her hands ran
over his face and chest, finally finding his muscular ass. Her fingers
dug into him as she tried to fill her cunt with as much of him as
possible.
Their bodies tensed and froze for an instant, then moved faster as my
wife let out a sharp cry. The milky froth of his cum spilled out of her
with each thrust as they orgasmed together, writhing and moaning as a
single mass of heated flesh. Their climax lasted for several minutes,
as though each tried to extract every last bit of pleasure from the
other's perfectly developed body.
She finally collapsed on top of him as they both took time to catch
their breath. Out of the ensuing stillness I heard her soft, sexy voice
as she lay wet and naked against his still-erect penis.
"My love,...my husband,...fuck me again."
The sounds of their lovemaking continued endlessly over the next few
days. I was sickened as I heard my wife beg him for an unimaginable
variety of sexual acts she would have never have dreamed of performing
with me. The pain was nearly unbearable as I listened to her tease and
encourage him, then moan and scream as he used her beautiful body,
igniting new desires with every stroke and caress.
Three times a day a large portion of an oatmeal-like substance was
pushed through a narrow opening at the bottom of the rusty door at the
back of my cell. It tasted better than it looked, the sweet, spicy
flavor having only a hint of a foreign, metallic bitterness. I began to
look forward to the offerings, feeling my strength and energy return as
the days passed. At night I slept against the heavy bars between my
cell and his quarters, warming my naked body with the heat that drifted
through the wall of woven iron.
After two days of my new diet, I noticed my testicles had become
slightly swollen and tender. In another two days, my penis and
testicles had grown to twice their normal size. Each time I woke from
my deep sleep, I was shocked by the continued growth of my genitals. My
scrotum was now the size of a grapefruit, so large that I had to hold
it up in front of me as I walked, or have my balls crushed between my
legs as my thighs met. My penis was now twelve inches long in its
flaccid state, flopping against my legs as I walked.
Several more days had passed when I heard the bolt open and the metal
door creak on its rusty hinges. My wife entered, breathtakingly
beautiful in a heavily embroidered white robe. It concealed all of her,
except for her upturned breasts that jutted from strategic openings in
the front of the magnificent gown. Her dark, hardened nipples revealed
her constant state of arousal as she approached me with the small
leather harness.
"Please let me put you into this," she said quietly. "I promise they
won't harm you." She knelt in front of me, quickly attaching the straps
around my scrotum and penis. Taking the end of the four-foot leash, she
led me through the small door and along a maze of twisting, damp
tunnels.
We finally arrived at another rusty door at the end of a long
passageway. She knocked twice and the door opened from inside,
revealing Agony's tall, muscular form. As we stepped inside, I squinted
from the bright light. The room was completely white and featureless,
the smooth walls and tile floor gleaming from the brilliant light
overhead. Near the center of the room stood a padded table surrounded
by stainless steel machines and instruments, resembling a modern
hospital's operating room. Agony took my leash and tugged firmly,
leading me to the table.
As my wife closed and locked the only exit, Agony removed my harness.
"Lie down, please. This won't hurt a bit," she purred. I climbed onto
the thick padding, lying facedown on the table. Agony and my wife
fastened wide straps over my arms and legs, securing me tightly against
the surface. My mind raced in terror as I tried to imagine what
torture they had devised.
A large opening in the table allowed my genitals to hang freely through
the soft padding. I heard a soft whirring as the platform began to rise
several feet, stopping at Agony's broad shoulders. She worked under me,
attaching a series of thin wires from one of the machines to my
enlarged scrotum, while my wife slowly eased a long, slender probe into
my anus. I felt the sting of the flexible catheter as Agony inserted it
through the opening and guided it deep into my pendulous cock.
Retreating to the controls, they chatted quietly as the equipment came
to life. A surge of sensation hit me as I felt the sharp stimulation of
the probe deep within my bowel. My balls began to pulse and throb as I
felt my erection spring to full tumescence. Building in an instant, the
orgasm hit me with a crushing force. My body shook and spasmed,
rattling the heavy table with my thrashing. I moaned uncontrollably as
the intense waves of pleasure washed over me. Another quiet humming
began as I felt the cum being sucked from me as I ejaculated. The
induced orgasm continued, the machine sucking harder inside me,
draining me of every last drop of semen.
As I convulsed under the machine's merciless grip, I watched my wife
and the heavily muscled amazon embrace, their tongues meeting and
twisting in the space between them until their mouths met. My wife
explored Agony's hard buttocks and strong back as the black giant
stroked and rolled her exposed breasts and nipples. Agony's large thigh
slipped between my wife's legs, their bellies rubbing and grinding as
they clung to each other. I closed my eyes, shutting out the bright
lights and my wife's uncontrollable attraction for the disguised demon.
When the instruments could no longer suck more cum from my shaking
body, they shut them off and released me from the table. My wife
reattached the harness while Agony eyed my enlarged genitals
approvingly.
"Oh, what an incredible set of balls you've grown! They're just what
we need to harvest large amounts of sperm to spawn more of our
kind. It's too bad you'll never get to use that huge, ugly cock. Isn't
it disgusting, my Beauty?"
"Yes, Agony," answered my wife, staring at my snake-like dick as it
hung limply over my bulging scrotum. My wife remained silent as she led
me back to my cell, locking me inside.
Over the next week I was taken to the room daily to be milked. My wife
began to stare at my growing penis more frequently as it grew larger
and larger, always returning me to my prison in silence.
One day, just as we arrived at the heavy door at the end of the long,
dark tunnel leading to my cell, she turned to face me. Looking into
my eyes for a long time, she lowered her gaze to my immense cock, now
over fourteen inches long. She glanced past me into the darkness, then
returned her eyes to mine. "Shhhh...," she whispered. "Please, I need
this." She lifted my long, heavy organ with both hands, excited by its
weight. The pupils of her wide, blue eyes dilated as she stroked and
kneaded my penis with her skillful fingers. I felt it flush and fill
with blood, swelling to gigantic proportions. She released a quiet,
"Mmmmm..." as she saw it expand to its final grotesque dimensions.
Unbuttoning her robe and discarding it, she fell back against the cold,
stone wall, pulling my cock to her dripping crotch.
"Please fuck me. Oh, please, please put it inside me."
Pulling me close to her, she inserted the head between her slick labia,
then into her waiting vagina. She licked and sucked my neck as I buried
the huge shaft inside her. Her heat surrounded my cock immediately, the
muscles inside her grasping me like a powerful fist. "Oh, God... oh,
God," she gasped repeatedly as I filled her again and again, shoving
her against the hard stone wall.
Suddenly, searing pain shot through my shoulders as his powerful hands
grabbed me and hurled me against the iron door. The monster's red eyes
glowed at us from the darkness. He glared at my wife as she fell to the
floor, whimpering with fear. His rage spilled into our minds, making
the physical pain I felt seem insignificant.
"SO THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME! I'VE MADE YOU A QUEEN! I'VE GIVEN YOU
ECSTASY UNKNOWN TO ANY MORTAL! I ALLOWED YOU TO BEAR MY OFFSPRING! NOW
I FIND YOU FUCKING THIS PATHETIC GRUB!"
He grabbed her by the hair, lifting her painfully to eye level.
Terrified, she squirmed and twisted as he held her with an outstretched
arm, her body dangling like a helpless toy. Bringing her face to within
an inch of his, he spat the words at her.
"If you want this puny thing so badly, I will strip you of the gifts I
have so generously given. You will share his suffering tenfold when I
return you to the mortal world!"
Taking both of us by the neck, he guided us along an ancient passageway
we had not yet walked. The stone floor turned to a rocky path as we
descended into a deep cavern. Huge rock formations stretched from the
floor into the darkness above us. We passed from chamber to chamber,
each growing darker as we plunged into the depths of the cave.
Just as the darkness closed in on us, blinding us completely as we felt
our way along the rock walls, we entered a smaller room lit by the
green glow from a large pool of water in the center of the rocky
cavity. The eerie luminescence spilled into the immediate area around
the glass-like surface, leaving the high ceiling and ragged walls in
shades of black and gray.
He gave me a shove and I landed hard in some rubble by the far wall.
The red of the monster's eyes moved through the dim light as he dragged
my terrified wife to the edge of the shining pool. The quiet water
began to ripple, then roll, as something large and powerful moved below
the surface.
Suddenly a squirming mass of gray, translucent tentacles appeared,
replacing the churning liquid with a writhing bed of the alien
appendages. Slowly several tendrils climbed over the edge of the pool
and slithered toward her. His huge hands gripped her arms tightly as
she felt the soft tips of the tentacles explore and probe her flesh.
Several of the larger tentacles spiraled around her arms and legs,
allowing the monster to release his grip. They lifted her twisting body
into the air, stretching her arms and legs, while other more delicate
tips with tiny open mouths found their way into her pussy and anus. She
began to scream as they pushed deeply into her, sucking at the
sensitive tissues inside, drinking and removing the gifts he had given
her. She screamed louder as she was pulled into the wormy nest, the
slimy tentacles covering her firm flesh. Her screams died suddenly as a
wiggling finger entered her mouth and worked its way into her throat.
Her body disappeared into the tangled bed as it writhed and turned.
Occasionally portions of her struggling body were exposed at the
surface; a breast, a thigh, a clutching hand, always pulled under
within seconds as it fed on her juices.
I watched the horrific spectacle from across the chamber. Hate for the
demon overwhelmed me. I saw him smile while he watched the thing devour
my wife. I was sure he was waiting for her to die.
"Please, please let her live! Oh, God, don't let it kill her! I'll do
anything, just don't let her die!"
He turned to me as I begged, laughing at my desperation.
"Stop your pathetic whining! How dare you assume that you have any
influence over your worthless lives! She can still provide much
pleasure and amusement to us, and your resulting humiliation doubles
our enjoyment. I'll kill you both when you are no longer useful to me.
Keep this in mind as you both satisfy our thirst for your pain."
The pool suddenly quieted, tentacles receding, as my wife's body
floated to the calm surface. After catching her breath, she pulled
her exhausted body out and over the edge, collapsing wet and naked on
the stone floor.
He stood over her, ordering her to get up. She stood slowly, choking
and sobbing as the slime dripped from her shaking belly and legs. She
trembled as he took her face in his hands, looking into her teary eyes.
"What's wrong, my wife? Don't you crave my throbbing cock anymore?" he
teased. "Please, don't...," she begged, shuddering with fear. He turned
her back to him, then released her.
"Bend over, my dear, spread your legs for me."
She sobbed louder, afraid to move. "Please, don't make me do this," she
pleaded. We both felt his familiar intrusion, exploding in our brains.
"OBEY ME IN ALL THINGS! I WILL CRUSH YOU BOTH!"
She moved her feet apart and bent over, resting her hands on her slim
thighs.
"Beg me to fuck you."
"Oh God, please, no, don't do this, PLEASE!" she wailed.
"If you won't, maybe your pathetic husband will," he replied.
The blinding pain hit me, throbbing, bursting from within my head,
building behind my eyes until it threatened to push them from their
sockets. The rhythmic pounding continued relentlessly.
"SAY IT. TELL ME. NOW! SAY IT. TELL ME. NOW! SAY IT. TELL ME NOW!"
I was beaten; I couldn't take any more.
"Please fuck her, PLEASE FUCK MY WIFE!" I blurted as the pain gradually
lessened.
"And now you, my dear?" he repeated. She winced as he probed her mind.
"Yes, do it, please fuck me, oh God, fuck me please!" she moaned,
almost losing her balance from the pain.
He freed his cock, the purple head wet from his prolonged excitement.
Wiping some of the slime from her ass and thighs, he rubbed it over her
vulva, pushing some inside to lubricate her. Placing the head against
her, he entered her slowly, inching the hard shaft into her while she
cried openly. Once inside her, he withdrew slowly, then began to fill
her faster with each stroke, until she grunted with each of his savage
thrusts. Tears rained from her face onto the cold stone floor as he
slammed into her, again and again, clutching her narrow waist as he
fucked her. He had entered her mind again. I heard her reciting the
words in her tiny, frail voice between sobs and grunts.
"Please fuck me harder. ...... Please fuck me harder. ......Please fuck
me harder."
The brutality continued until his cum finally began to flow from her,
frothing and dripping from where they were joined, splattering onto the
floor beneath them. Pulling the sticky weapon from her ravaged hole, he
took her by the hair, holding her face inches from the seeping head.
"Clean it, slut!" he ordered. She took him into her mouth, licking and
slurping the fluids from him as he held her by her hair, guiding her
mouth over his hot, wet meat.
Once more he demanded our words as we felt his request stab at us.
"Thank you for fucking me," my wife answered, as thick wads of his
sperm dripped from her murmuring lips.
"Thank you for raping my wife," I answered, sickened and humiliated by
the words he made me say.
