The Black Castle
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The Black Castle
By William W. Kelso
Kasper looked up at the towering edifice in the near distance as the caravan paused in a high mountain meadow; it was his first glimpse of the legendary citadel whose very name made people shiver in fear. The Black Castle. Never in a thousand years would he have thought he'd even see it, let alone be bound for it. His despairing contemplation of the forbidding structure was cut short when the all too short rest period ended, and with yells and the cracks of whips the slavers got the caravan moving again. Along with the other slaves he lurched to his feet; which was not easy to do while chained to other poor unfortunates, and they resumed their journey.
His fellow villagers had thought their small poor community was safe from the reach of the Sorceress and her minions. Isolated, small, and not even on most maps they'd felt themselves safe, not worth the trouble. They had no gold, no treasure, nothing of value, or so they thought. They were wrong; they themselves were what the raiders wanted. Slaves. The raid had come in the early morning hours and left their homes in flames, the survivors rounded up, shackled together, and driven like animals. The weak, sick, and old didn't last long. They were the lucky ones.
He was nude, they all were, and he looked at the backside of the nude human female in the coffle ahead of him, but without lust or sexual interest. The coffles contained a mixture of human and beast slaves, he himself being one of the latter. He felt sorry for the humans, at least he had his fur to keep him warmer on the increasingly cold nights as they climbed higher into the mountains, and he knew he felt less modesty then they did when 'naked'. At least he was male, and was spared the horror of rape which the females of most species underwent on a regular basis when they stopped for the night. Sometimes they never came back. The slavers would move down the coffles, picking the ones they wanted to pleasure them that night, and the girl in front of him had been taken several times. She used to be a friendly outgoing person, now she just stared at nothing and he wondered if her mind was gone, not even responding to his poor attempts to offer some words of comfort. But soon their long journey would be coming to an end, one way or another. He looked up at the castle again, and when he shivered it was not from the brisk mountain breeze that made the long grass ripple in smooth waves; the beauty of the high meadow marred by the long lines of misery passing through it, the cracks of whips and cries of pain loud in the still air.
Finally they reached the long switchback ramp that led to the main portals of the castle. It was huge, far larger then even the legends had led him to believe. No one knew who had built; or built the first fortress in this isolated place, the castle, only that the Dark Sisterhood of Sorceress's now held sway here, their reign of terror reaching farther and farther every year from their impregnable citadel. For hundreds of years they had been content to stay in their own small kingdom, then a hundred years ago they had suddenly started to expand their control, and none could stop them. Rumors and stories abounded as to why. The usual desire for more power and wealth, a change of leadership, the need to expand for a growing population, and many more. But one thing was certain, thousands of slaves had disappeared into the Black Castle, none ever to be seen or heard from again. And all too soon he would join those numbers.
Kasper did not know much about the Sorceress's; only that they were a matriarchy controlled by females from the human and various beast races. And indeed; while there had been males in the raiding party, they were obviously of lesser rank and subservient to the females. Also some appeared to be mercenaries as not all wore the silver trimmed black armor of the Sorceress's army, but even the mercenaries deferred to the black armored females. He stumbled over a hidden low spot in the tall grass and a whip licked over his back, the male wolf behind him cursing as the whip stroke hit him as well. Then with a clumsy shudder the coffle came to a stop, and the slavers began to lead the first one up the narrow path to the castles gate. He was in that first lot, and was soon shuffling his way up the ramp with the others. It was fairly easy going as the ramp was not terribly steep, but it was long as it switched back and forth as they moved up the face of the sheer cliff the castle was perched on like a great brooding dragon. As he got closer he realized the castle wasn't entirely black as it had appeared to be from a distance, the huge granite blocks it was built from were crisscrossed with veins of silver and quartz. Under other circumstances he might have thought it rather pretty in a grim kind of way. Then they passed over a long drawbridge and into a gaping mouth fanged with a series of portcullis's, then over another drawbridge over a deep moat, and then into the main keep. And once they entered that final portal all sunlight vanished.
Reaching a large chamber after a slow journey down a confusing maze of tunnels and corridors, the slaves had their neck chains and shackles removed, but the collars were left on. Then for the first time in some while they were fed a filling meal of thick hot mush with enough sugar or honey in it to sweeten it a bit, each given a large piece of bread, and all the water they wanted. Then once they're been fed they were put in coffle's again, but this time they were made up of the same sex's. The coffle with the females disappeared into one tunnel, the one with males into another. The one in which Kasper was a member didn't travel very far before reaching another fairly large chamber. There the coffle was broken up again, and each male was put in a rectangular shaped frame, wrists and ankles bound in leather cuffs so they were standing eagle spread, nude and helpless. Then they were left alone to contemplate their probably fates. More than one strong male whimpered or sobbed silently, others just stared grimly ahead.
After hanging in the frame for awhile along with the other slaves something finally happened. To his surprised embarrassment a line of females entered the chamber under the supervision of several other females. They were all nude except for the supervisors who wore rather scanty leather halters and straps. Some were beasts, some were human. There was one other female who stood out from the rest; she had on a long robe of expensive silk.
As he watched the females spread out through the rows of restrained males, one stopping front of each one. As they got closer; and a female rabbit or hare stopped in front of him, he saw they weren't entirely nude after all. Their nipples, clitoris, and labial lips had been pierced with gold rings, all attached to one another by thin gold chains. It looked like it was painful. He also noticed they each had a small crystal cup or vial of some kind with a stopper in it. Then to his horror the rabbit doe began to gently fondle his balls! He tried to resist, but soon his penis had slid from its sheath, rigid and hard. It was impossible to resist as the doe knew what she was doing, but oddly her face remained strangely impassive as she skillfully brought him to a state of extreme arousal, it was as if it was no more than a chore, and that made it even more degrading. Then once his pre was flowing she used it to slick up his cock, and began to stroke it. Out of the corner of his eyes he noticed the other males were all being subjected to the same molestation, with varying degrees of success; but most were aroused by now. Some complained, but most were too scared and/or aroused to protest. But Gods, it felt so good! He was no virgin, having mated with both female beasts and humans, but it had been awhile, and something about the situation added a strange intensity to the unwanted, but growing, pleasure. Some of the males were being orally stimulated as well, but his 'partner' had so far just used her hand. Then there was a stir in the room; and his 'partner' had a worried look on her muzzle, as a loudly complaining man seemed to have attracted the attention of the female in the silk robe. The doe slowed down her strokes as the robed woman walked up to the complaining male, a human he didn't know.
"How dare you touch me like that, you filthy beast!" The man was saying, "Do you not know who I am?? Release me at once! I demand it!"
The woman in the robe walked slowly up to the man, and the female ferret who had been pleasuring him; or trying to, bowed and backed away fearfully. "And you are...?" the robed woman inquired in a pleasant voice.
"I? I am Samuel Broadfellow; of the Trading House of Broadfellow & Hutchins! Release me at once, and I will write a letter to my firm so that any reasonable ransom you demand will be paid!"
"Ah, a merchant. And you certainly ARE a broad fellow, aren't you?" She said as she gave his ample stomach a pinch. A few of the other females, and even a slave or two, tittered at the small joke. He was quite fat.
"How dare you! I demand you release me right now!" The man shouted.
The woman smiled, and then without warning suddenly grabbed his genitals; cutting his complaints off in mid sentence, and pulled on them brutally. When she lifted her hand Kasper was horrified to see the man's penis and balls gripped in it! But there was no blood! As the man opened his mouth to scream she shoved his genitals into it, and the man's cry was cut off in a gurgling wail. He gave another muffled gurgle, and when she pulled her had back his genitals had become attached to his face, replacing his mouth! The penis hung from where his mouth had been, the balls dangling in a scrotum under his chin, the mans eyes were wide in disbelieving terror. He tried to say something; and the penis and balls flopped around. The woman smiled, hefted the balls, and said,
"I was tired of your sniveling, slave. Now understand this, ALL of you. You are slaves now, nothing more. We do not care if you were rich, poor, human or beast, of noble birth, or from the lowest of the low. You are equals now, slaves, nothing more, nothing less. What happens to you; how you will best serve the Sisterhood, is up to us. A word of wisdom, the more you cooperate, the better chance your new life may be; let us say, less then unpleasant, and... longer. As for this fat fool, I may put his cock back in the correct place, or leave him hanging here as a warning to others who do not know their place." Then she looked around at the female slaves, and added, "Finish your chores, and bring me the results."
Quickly the females returned to their 'chore' of pleasuring the male slaves, even the fat merchants cock was soon hard again as the ferret stroked it, his eyes staring around the sides of his rigid shaft in horror. To his dismay Kasper's cock had become even harder as he'd watched the horror inflicted on the merchant, and he was soon approaching his climax. As his cock began to throb the doe quickly slid the crystal vial over the head, and as he ejaculated she deftly caught the spurts of cum without spilling a drop. As he hung panting afterward he got the impression she had done this before. It took a few more minutes for the rest of the males to be brought to their own release, and then the female slaves took the vials of fresh cum and left the chamber, leaving them hanging helplessly and wondering what that had been all about.
A short time later a slave came around with a bucket of water and gave all the male slaves a drink, but didn't seem to know what to do when she came to the merchant. It seemed like he was incapable of drinking or eating, so after hesitating she just kept on going. As she gave him a long drink Kasper thanked her, and was rewarded with a brief smile. Like the other females she was nude, a young human girl, but her rings and chains appeared to be silver instead of gold. Then they were left alone again for awhile, to hang in their frames and contemplate their fates. Finally the robed woman returned, this time with a contingent of soldiers.
Kasper watched as the woman walked down the line of males, and pausing occasionally in front of one she said something he couldn't hear, and the slave was taken down and led from the chamber escorted by two or more soldiers. However most remained in the frames, at least for now. The woman ignored the fat merchant who made muffled pleading noises as she walked past. When she came to Kasper she paused, and consulted a list she had. She looked at him with a raised eyebrow, and said to another human female accompanying her,
"This one, you are sure? He is a mite on the small side."
"Yes Sister." The woman replied, "His life force is quite strong, and his seed passed the tests easily."
"Very well," the robed woman said, "take him with the others."
Kasper couldn't help but give a sigh of relief as he was taken down from the frame, he hadn't been painfully stretched, but his arms and shoulders had begun to tire and his wrists were chaffed. But now what; he wondered, as two soldiers in the silver trimmed black armor of the Sorceress's personal troops firmly led him away by the elbows. Is this when the real horrors he'd heard about start? The dungeons, torture, horrible experiments; perhaps being turned into some horrible thing to better serve the Sisterhood?? Some insane gibbering monstrosity?? He'd heard so many tales of such horrors, and had seen some of the monsters that had attacked the village.
He was led down corridors of hewn blocks of stone, and then through tunnels hacked out of the living rock, always going down. Then his 'escort' stopped in front of a large heavy iron banded oak door, and using a strange looking key they opened it with some difficulty, and as soon as they had it open they pushed him through, laughing, and said, "Have fun!" And the door slammed shut after him, and he heard the bolt slide home. He stood still, and at first he thought it was perfectly dark, and then realized he could see a faint line of light along the floor in front of him. Reaching out his hands encountered heavy cloth, and pushing aside what turned out to be heavy black felt drapes he blinked his eyes as he saw what was on the other side. "Gods....!" He muttered, too shocked to say anything else.
He stared at the large room, well lit by glowing crystals mounted on the wall. The mellow light revealed a large fancy bed piled with cushions and pillows, upholstered and comfortable looking chairs and divans, and a table piled high with an amazing assortment of foodstuffs. But what caught his eye the most were the females, three of them, all nude except for the rings piercing their nipples and sex's. Two were reclining on one of the divans; the other was finishing setting out dishes of food on the table. As soon as they saw him, they smiled, and said, "Welcome!" He just stared.
With a giggle one of the females, a pretty young human, got up and approached him, and said, "He's so adorable! What is he, a...rat?"
"Uh, no, I'm a mouse, a kangaroo mouse." He stuttered, then took a step back as the young human female tried to hug him.
"Oh, don't be shy!" She pouted, "We're not going to hurt you, silly boy! We're here to take care of you."
"I-I don't understand!" Kasper blurted out.
With a purr another of the females, this one a feline, said, "This will be your quarters; we are your personal servants. It is our function to care for you, and provide you with... anything you desire." And she arched her back, causing her eight small breasts to thrust out in a most...provocative way, the small gold rings in each nipple glinting. The other female, a rabbit doe who was lying on her stomach, thrust her rump in the air and stretched, her tongue licking over her nose and muzzle, fluffy tail flicking.
"Oh Gods." Kasper said, not realizing he'd spoken out loud till all three females giggled.
The feline, who appeared to be in charge; from her short tufted tail he assumed she was a bobcat or lynx of some kind, said, "Come over here and get something to eat, I know you must be hungry."
That was an understatement; despite the gruel he'd had earlier Kasper was starving, and was soon stuffing his cheek pouches with all manner of delights, and he greatly enjoyed the sweet wine they provided. Soon he was pleasantly full; and even had to spit back out some of the food he'd stuffed in his cheek storage pouches. He'd just stuffed them from force of habit. Then after washing it all down with some more of the sweet wine he let the females lead him over to the bed. He was sleepy now; the food and sudden release from terror had left him exhausted. Unless this was some sort of cruel trick?? He looked around nervously; would they come storming in; laughing, to drag him screaming into the dark?? But no, nothing happened.
As he lay back on the bed dozing the three female 'servants' snuggled up around him, and he was becoming more and more aware they were as naked as he was, and very soft, and smelled very nice. When one gently stroked his sheath the results were quick and almost instantaneous. It was the fastest erection he'd ever had. As the human female lowered her head over his crotch, her tongue licking over his shaft, he gave a muffled moan of pleasure as the feline pressed her muzzle against his, purring as they kissed, their tongues exploring one another's mouths. This was the horrible torture he'd heard about??
Kasper groaned as the rabbit doe lowered herself onto his rigid aching cock, the woman guiding it into the doe's tight hot pussy, and she gave a squeal of pleasure as she let gravity impale her on his throbbing penis. He reached up and fondled her top pair of larger breasts; gently pulling on her nipple rings, as she began to ride him, rocking back and forth and squealing in pleasure. He'd never had sex like this before!! With a female on top that is, or for that matter, with three at the same time! He felt a little strange, and thought maybe they'd slipped him an aphrodisiac or something, but didn't care. He'd never felt such pleasure as the doe rode him, the woman fondling his balls while the feline kissed him and licked his muzzle, pressing her nipples into his mouth to suck on, her purrs loud. Finally he could hold back no longer, and with a high pitched squeal of ecstasy his cock exploded deep inside the gyrating doe who was writhing and squirming as she rode him. As his cock stopped spurting she came to a stop; with him still hilted in her, and leaning over she kissed him long and hard. Then she stood up and he slid free with a wet slurping sound, and before he realized it the human woman had taken the does place! He grunted as his cock slid into the new female's eager sex, and soon he was lunging upward again as he was ridden to another massive orgasm. Then the lynx took her turn, and as he reached his third incredible orgasm he passed put from the sheer ecstasy.
Kasper squeaked in pleasure as he fucked the rabbit doe from behind, his furry thighs slapping against her equally furry rump. It had been at least a couple of weeks since he's been brought here; at least he thought it was, with no outside light there was no way to tell how many days had passed for sure. But instead of the horrible tortures he'd been expecting he had instead been allowed; even encouraged, to engage in any sexual act that he desired, with his 'lovers' eagerly teaching him new ones. Instead of torture he was in a heaven of sexual pleasure.
Being the breed of beast he was he was by nature fairly prolific, but even he was amazed by just how often he was able to mount and service a female, and he had three to chose from! They waited on him hand and foot, and vied to be his next sexual partner with friendly competition, and were quite demanding of his services. It was absolute nirvana for a male like him, but a part of him still couldn't quite believe it. He was a mouse, even among beasts a nobody, so WHY the royal treatment?? But still, might as well indulge himself, what could it hurt. He groaned as he orgasmed, the doe squealing in pleasure as she climaxed as well. The lynx had been standing behind him as he fucked the doe, rubbing her eight small breasts against his back while she caressed him with her hands; and with a final grunt of pleasure he pulled out of the doe, and grabbing the lynx he threw her on the bed on her back, and lowered himself on top of her, his cock sliding into her eager pussy. Ohhhh, yes!! It was wonderful!! She yowled and purred as he serviced her, her legs tight around his waist as he thrust and thrust. If this was torture, he couldn't get enough!
Kasper woke up and stretched, and realized there were only two of his 'lovers' in bed with him; usually all three would be curled up next to him when he awoke after passing out from sheer sexual exhaustion. But despite the marathon sex he always felt incredible when he woke up, fresh and ready for more! Curious, he gently nibbled one of the human female's nipples, and when she gave a squeal and work up, he asked,
"Where's the cat?" For some reason they had refused to give him their names, saying slaves had no names unless their mistress's gave them one, so he knew them just as 'cat', 'doe', or 'human'. They had never even asked for his name.
The woman looked around, confused at first, then said, "Oh, she must have gone to see if there are any new, er, instructions from the Mistress's."
Kasper wasn't sure what he thought about that, but his thoughts on the subject quickly faded as the woman rolled over and straddled him, guiding his already erect cock into her sex as she lowered herself onto him with a moan of pleasure. He held her around her waist as she rode him, the doe kissing and licking his muzzle. Heaven!
He was eating a quick 'breakfast' when the lynx came back into the room, through the only other door then the one he had entered originally. She smiled, and said,
"It's time to put you to work, so come with me."
"Work?" Kasper asked, a little apprehensively.
"It's OK," the lynx purred, "I'll be with you the whole time. It's just for a few hours, and then we'll come back. Please don't resist, I'll have to call the guards, and they won't be...gentle."
"I-I really don't...but...if you'll be there I guess it will be OK." Kasper said.
"Good boy!" The lynx said, smiling. "It's always so much better if you cooperate. I don't like to call for help."
Kasper still wasn't sure about this as she had him put his hands behind his back and slipped some solid silver manacles on his wrists. They were well padded with what felt like velvet, but were still manacles. Then he was a little shocked when she produced a leash, and looped it around the top of his ballsack and tightened it. He was going to be led by his balls! When he complained, she said,
"Sorry, Mistress's orders. All male slaves are to be led by their balls, all females by their clit rings. If I was with a Mistress I'd be led the same way, I'm just a slave too."
Kasper felt horribly embarrassed; and degraded, as she led him from the room through the other door. As long as he stayed close the leash remained loose, and he didn't want it to be tight! Not considering what it was attached to. It occurred to him that his was a very good way to control a male, and could only imagine what it must be like for a female! He felt just a little better as they passed other slaves being led the same way.
He followed her through a series of tunnels and corridors, going slowly downward, and then they entered a door, a guard opening it as they approached. He was led into a big room with some large tables in the center with all matter of strange contraptions and devices on them. Glass balls and tubes glowed and bubbled, simmering pots gave off strange smells, piles of books and parchments were scattered apparently at random. He didn't know what to think! They walked past the tables; he wrinkled his nose at the smells, and she led him to a low raised pedestal of some kind. It was round and had two shackles on it; and a short metal pole in the center with a ribbed top. He felt a queasy feeling in his stomach as she indicated the pedestal, and said,
"Stand here."
But what could he do? So he did as she indicated, and she snapped the shackles around his ankles, leaving him standing with his legs slightly spread. Then she took a small bowl from a nearby table, and taking a glop of something she lifted his tail and smeared in on; and IN, his tailhole! He tried to tuck his tail and squealed, but she kept on doing it, her fingers deep inside his rear. Then she smeared another glop of the greasy feeling stuff on top of the pole. Reaching down she activated a switch of some kind, and the pole began to rise! Panicking, he bucked and squealed, but she held him so the blunt tip of the pole slid into his rear!! He tried to clench, but it pushed irresistibly into him, at least a good ten inches. Then it stopped. He writhed and arched his feet, trying to lift himself off the pole, but there was no way.
"What are you doing!?!" He shrieked in horror, "That hurts, please stop it!!"
"Be quiet, or I'll have to gag you!" the lynx said, "Just cooperate, it won't be so bad! You have no choice, I have no choice!"
"Noo, let me go! EEEE-EEEEKK, Stop it!" Kasper squealed and squeaked, and with a sad sounding sigh the lynx slid a strap around his head, and forced a large gag into his mouth. "Emmmfffff, eemmfff!"
"I told you to be quiet! The Mistress's will be here soon, and while they don't mind some moaning, they don't like it when you squeal or scream! Just relax and don't struggle! It's not that bad!"
Kasper couldn't have disagreed more, it was HORRIBLE!! He was impaled on a pole, his virgin tailhole spread painfully. He could feel the cool metal of the pole deep inside his bowels. He wanted to go home!! As he whimpered, his straining feet doing their best to keep him up as high as possible, he watched as three more males; one human and two more beasts, were led into the chamber. Then each one was impaled exactly as he was on other pedestals in the other corners of the room. One struggled, but the other two seemed resigned and cooperated. Then another door opened and several robed figures entered, and the female slaves either dropped to their knees; or crouched depending on the shape of their legs, and bowed low. The impaled males could only stare.
One of the Sorceress's was human, the others beasts. But there was something odd about some of them. One was evidently a feline of some kind, but she had a bats wings! Another was a reptile, but she also had fur! He'd never seen such hybrids before; he'd thought cross breeding between different types of beasts was impossible. That a cat couldn't have offspring with, say, a reptile, or an avian with a bovine. But no rules seemed to apply in this place. The 'Mistress's' just ignored the slaves, and began to what appeared to be research at the large tables. As the Sorceress's got to work the lynx reached down and activated another switch at the base of the pedestal, and the pole in his rear began to vibrate and slide up and down! Kasper gave a muffled squeal of surprise and...pleasure. It felt...good! It was massaging his prostate! It was FUCKING him! His penis came sliding out of his sheath, pre oozing from the tip, and suddenly he knew what he was there for. And he was right.
One of the Sorceress's gave a signal, and the lynx began to suck and stroke Kasper's aching cock, the other impaled males receiving the same attentions from their female 'lovers'. It didn't take long, as his orgasm approached the lynx took a crystal bowl off the nearby table, and as he came she held it under his cock to catch his cum as he ejaculated. Then she took the bowel to the research table and set it down near one of the Sorceress's, who just ignored her. When she came back she used a warm damp rag to clean Kasper off, and then waited until a Sorceress's would signal again, then pleasured him until he came again. The other slaves receiving the same treatment; the two un-gagged ones moaning helplessly in pleasure. He wasn't sure how long it lasted, but he was stroked and sucked to orgasm at least six times before it was over as he writhed helplessly on the vibrating/thrusting pole, towards the end riding it as he gave muffled moans of pleasure. She knew what she was doing, and he had no choice as he came again and again.
Kasper almost collapsed as the pole slid from his rear, the lynx helping support him as she undid the ankle shackles. Then he staggered after her as she led him back to this 'quarters'. Then he just sat on an overstuffed chair for a long time, staring at nothing, refusing all offers of food.
"Look," the lynx finally said, "I don't like doing that to you anymore then you do, but we're slaves, we have no choice. The Sorceress's are not...tolerant of any resistance. If we didn't obey we'd be...punished." From the way she shuddered when she said that the very thought must be terrifying.
"Why though," Kasper said, "why THAT?? I mean, it's...wrong. A-And, why all of this?? I don't understand!"
The lynx sighed, the other two females curling up next to Kasper and gently running their fingers through his fur, but he ignored them. For once he wasn't interested in what they had to offer.
"It's their magic," the lynx said, "I don't know all the details; we aren't told things like that, but I've...overheard things. It's based on sexual energy, on the life essence in male and female sexual fluids, but especially a male's seed. Somehow they get power from sexual pleasure, and cum. They use the cum in potions and spells, but it has to be, um, fresh. Which is why, well, you know. I have to take you to the research chambers every other day to be...milked. I'm a sex slave, like my sisters here, it's what we're trained to do, pleasure males."
Kasper groaned, and held his head in his hands. He had to endure that ...that degradation every other day!? Purring, the lynx rubbed herself against him, and to his surprise he felt his penis come sliding out of his sheath, just as rampant as ever. He was shocked, how could he, after what he'd just been through! But as the lynx dropped to all fours in front of him, her tail lifted to reveal the wet lips of her sex, he did the only thing he could in response to such an offer, moaning in pleasure as he mounted her. Gods, it felt so wonderfully good! Soon he was fucking her energetically as the doe fondled and licked his balls, the woman pressing her breasts against him as they kissed. Slap, slap, slap... It took him an amazingly short period of time to service all three females.
There was no doubt about it, he was getting bigger. Or at least his cock and balls were. He'd been fairly well endowed to start with; most rodents of his breed were, but there was no doubt he was even larger now. He hefted one of his large balls, and just touching it felt good, the soft furry sack sensitive. He could feel it pulsing with the need to be drained; and his cock, it was thicker, longer, aching. It might have been something to embrace, celebrate, under other circumstances. The problem was; when would it stop?? The pussies of his three 'attendants' had been getting noticeably tighter over the last couple of weeks, and sometimes they squealed in pain if he took them too fast or hard, and it was getting hard to hilt. He hefted his balls again, each one filling a paw, and when he stood up he grunted as their weight settled between his legs. And the sex, he couldn't get enough; it was another thing that might be something to relish under other conditions. At first he had been able to service each female two times in a 'day', now it was five or six each; with no problem, no post-sex soreness, no need to rest for very long in-between couplings. And the coupling were more intense, his need to cum more desperate, his interest in foreplay fading. All that mattered was keeping his cock buried in a nice slick hot wet pussy as often; and for as long, as possible. As he mounted the human female he found he couldn't get the last inch or two of his cock into her pussy no matter how hard he thrust, and her sounds of pleasure had some discomfort mixed in. He slowed down; he didn't want to hurt her. He looked at the other two females eagerly awaiting their next turn. Oh Gods, this wasn't...natural.
The next day as the lynx led him back from the research chamber; his cock hard again at the thought of the females waiting for him despite the fact he'd just been drained six or more times, he was surprised to find three new females waiting in his room. The lynx handed the leash to a female goat, and said,
"It's time for you to have larger females who can accommodate you. I'm sorry we met under these circumstances, you're very sweet. Goodbye."
Kasper just stood there stunned, unable to even say anything as the door closed. He would have at least liked to say goodbye to the others as well, the human and the rabbit doe as well. They'd all given him so much pleasure, had been his lovers for weeks; or was it months? He stood still as the goat removed his leash and undid the manacles, and as she did he examined his new 'servants'.
There was the goat, a large shaggy female with human breasts and udders, some sort of a large canine or lupine, and a sheep. After she removed the manacles from his wrists the goat began to lick and suck on his cock, and he stood there with his hands on the back of her head moaning in pleasure, and a short time later he groaned in pleasure as his cock blasted cum into her eagerly sucking and licking mouth, and she swallowed every drop. Then an orgy ensued as he got to 'know' his new 'lovers'. It was really more rutting then lovemaking, at least until the worst of his need was temporarily satisfied.
And the routine settled down to the same schedule. Every other day the goat took him to the research chamber to be milked, and in-between he spent his time fucking the three females as often as possible, his endurance slowly increasing. And it felt so good to be able to hilt again, the females bleating, yelping, and groaning in pleasure as he serviced them again and again. But slowly, surely, he kept getting larger, longer, thicker...the sex becoming more and more frantic, desperate, more...animal. Soon there was no more foreplay, only rutting as he moved from one female to the next, seldom resting for more then a few minutes in-between couplings. His 'days' were a blur of sex, eating, sex, being milked, Sex, sleeping, and then over again.
Kasper looked at the back of the sheep as he fucked her, her pussy so tight now he couldn't hilt no matter how hard he tried; the squeals and bleats of discomfort and pain mixed in with ones of pleasure only driving him on. It felt so good, he couldn't get enough! She was so tight! With a loud squealing squeak he lunged harder, desperately trying to hilt in the helpless female's hot slick sex. It felt...so good!! The goat was fondling and licking his huge aching balls as she waited her turn; the wolf kissing him and rubbing her breasts against his body as he copulated with the bleating sheep. As he licked and kissed her back, his hands roughly groping her breasts, he knew something was terribly wrong with him, had known for some time. It shouldn't be like this, even as endowed as he was now!! He arched his back, groaning as a massive orgasm racked his body, cum squirting from this tight joining with the shrieking sheep as he filled her to overflowing. Lately during his trips to the research chamber he had been filling a good sized bowl every time he came, and it took longer for his cock to stop pulsing and pumping thick spurts of cum. None of it was natural, his size, the amount of cum, his insatiable need!! With a groan he pulled out of the sheep with a loud 'pop', sexual fluids dripping from his cock and her lips. With a growl the wolf pushed him over on his back, and he was helpless to prevent it as she mounted him, impaling herself on his shaft.
"W-What's happening to me?!" He sobbed as she began riding him. The wolf grunted in pleasure, and said,
"It's the wine, there's a growth potion in it. The more you drink, the more you, well, you know. But don't worry, you'll be...taken care of."
But Kasper did worry, that is until his thoughts drowned in a sea of lust as his next intensely pleasurable orgasm rapidly approached.
Kasper stared as the goat led him back into his room, the sheep and wolf were gone, and three new females were waiting for him. A bovine, a horse, and a deer or antelope of some kind. He felt his huge penis throb, pre dripping from the tip. Oh Gods no, please! The goat took off the leash and shackles, and he hardly noticed as she gave his muzzle a final lick, then left the room and shut the door behind her. His attention was on the new females, his cock throbbing...aching.
The cow gave a low of pleasure as Kasper mounted her, his cock sliding deeply into her between the large rubbery lips of her sopping wet sex. He groaned as he hilted, his thighs slapping her large rump as he fucked her. Oh Gods, the pleasure!! She took his almost two foot shaft fairly easily, the massive weight of his musk melon sized balls slowly swinging to slap against her powerful thighs as he thrust fast and hard, or as fast and hard as he could as she was getting so tight. The mare knelt behind them, caressing and kneading his straining balls as he fucked the cow, the pleasure incredible. They always did that, it was part of helping keep him 'as stimulated as possible'. He hardly noticed as the deer rubbed her large firm breasts against his body, her tongue licking his muzzle and ears as he groaned and thrust and thrust. This shouldn't be possible! He wasn't a bull or a ram, he was a mouse!! And even a bull couldn't service so many females so many times constantly! He gritted his teeth, his body shuddering as his straining balls throbbed and hot cum was pumped into the bellowing cow, his orgasm lasting almost a minute of mind numbing ecstasy. He looked down as he backed away from her, inch after inch of rigid cock sliding from her quivering pussy, until the head finally slipped free with a wet slurp followed by a spray of cum and other sexual fluids. He whimpered as he looked at the thing jutting out from between his legs, two huge orbs suspended under it. Oh Gods. Then he turned his attention to the mare as she dropped to all fours, lifting her tail for him. Oh Gods.
Kasper moaned as he staggered down the tunnel after the cow, holding his massive balls in his hands, his thick flaccid cock dangling between his legs still drooling cum from his last milking. Soon he would be hard again though as he mounted the first female a few minutes after returning to his room. And it would start again, almost mindless rutting as he fucked one after another, unable to stop, the pleasure almost unbearable. But then he realized something was different, he'd never been down this corridor before. But soon they reached their destination.
Kasper looked around as he was led into a new room he hadn't seen before. It was smaller than the research chamber, and the main thing in it was a large table in the approximate center. The cow led him over to it; had him sit on the edge, then she gripped his legs and swung them up, spinning him to the side. With a groan of relief he let the heavy weight of his balls settle between his spread legs as she cuffed his ankles, then she had him lay down and cuffed his wrists as well, leaving him spread eagle. He didn't resist. As she left the room he said, "Please don't leave me like this." But she didn't answer and soon he was alone. Somehow he knew he'd never see her again, or any of the other females he'd been servicing for so long. But he no longer cared. He moaned as his penis lengthened and thickened as it grew hard, almost three feet long now, his balls churning and throbbing. He needed a female so badly it hurt!! Oh Gods, he needed to cum, the head of his massive shaft drooling pre on his chest where it pooled until it started to dribble down one side to puddle on the table.
Suddenly he heard a door open and shut, and straining his head saw a robed figure approaching him. He felt hope, maybe she would mount him, help his need. She was as strange a creature as he'd ever seen. She looked avian; her head having a beak and feathers, but her wings were bat like and she had fur on the parts of her body that he could see. From the way the robe fit her she had truly huge breasts, and a long reptilian looking tail dragged on the floor behind her. As she came nearer he said,
"P-Please, help me, I-I need...!"
"Hush," the Sorceress said, "I know what you need, slave. Just be patient."
He watched, moaning; cock rock hard and throbbing, as she wheeled a strange looking contraption over next to the table. He had no idea what it was; he'd never seen anything like it. Taking some sort of goop from a jar he groaned in pleasure as she slid her hands up and down his shaft until it was slick and glistening, then she took what looked like a sleeve of some clear material and slid it over his aching cock until it reached its base. There was a tube on the end of the sleeve, and as he watched another smaller tube snaked down the bigger one, and into his urethra. With a groan he arched himself as it slid down his shaft making it bulge noticeably, oh Gods that felt good!! Suddenly the sleeve tightened around his cock, and then began to ripple in slow smooth waves. Oh, oh, it felt just like a huge slick pussy!! He orgasmed violently almost instantly, thick cum pumping into the tube, to be sucked down its length into what he now realized was a collection jar. The sleeve didn't stop, but kept up its regular stimulation of his cock. Soon he'd be cumming again, he knew that with certainty. The Sorceress gave a satisfied chirp, and turned to leave, but stopped when he blurted out, pleading,
"P-Please, why, why are you doing this to me!?! Oh, oh, ugghhh!"
"Why? You don't need to know why." The Sorceress said, "But I think I'll tell you anyway, why not? This is the second stage of your service to the Sisterhood, since your penis has become too large for even the larger female sex slaves you will be milked by a machine now. The first stage was just to 'prime' you, get you ready. We found that 'natural' sexual stimulation was the best way to prepare you for the subsequent stages, artificial milking did not work as well. Males would reach a certain size, and then stop growing. In the first stage the amount of cum you produced was useful only for low level research and minor spells and potions. Now your seed is more potent and you are ready to provide much larger quantities for more serious use."
Kasper moaned in pleasure as he felt another orgasm explode in his throbbing cock and pulsing balls, the pump humming softly as it sucked him dry, and when he looked up again the Sorceress was gone. Some hours later some slaves came and disconnected the milking machine, cleaned him, fed him, and then put him back on the table and reattached the pump. It clicked and hummed to life, and he sobbed as the horrible pleasure started again, the only other sounds being his moans and cum splattering into the collection jar every few minutes.
He had no idea how long he spent in that room on the table, the large glass jars filling steadily with his cum as orgasm after orgasm racked his aching loins. The few times he tried to ask questions the slaves just ignored him, as did the Sorceress's who came to check on his 'progress' from time to time. They seemed pleased. And still he grew, larger sleeves being slid over his swelling cock, his balls increasing to a truly terrifying size. Then one day he was removed from the machine and table, and with a slave carrying each of his mammoth balls he was taken to another room. There he was left straddling his balls as they now reached the ground, attached to another machine as he was sucked dry again and again, the only sounds his groans and moans of ecstasy and the quite humming of the milking machine. And slowly his genitals continued to grow until the top of his balls were brushing his thighs, his massive thick cock over four feet long as gouts of cum were sucked through the collection hose on a nonstop basis, his mind lost in a confused world of sexual torment and euphoria, only vaguely aware as he was fed and cleaned on a regular basis, his only nourishment large amounts of sweet wine. One day as a Sorceress came to inspect his 'progress', he heard her tell a slave,
"He's ready for the final stage; take him to a milking chamber while I notify a high priestess." The slaves bowed, and under the supervision of the Sorceress they disconnected the comatose mouse from the milking machine, gently sliding his gigantic balls onto a wheeled dolly, his huge cock slowly shrinking as it went flaccid for the first time in months. But it would not be that way for long. Then they helped the mouse stagger down a series of corridors and tunnels, carefully pushing his huge genitals; now larger then he was, in front of him on the dolly. The mouse remained quiet, cooperative, seemingly not even aware of what was going on.
He was starting to become more aware as they led him into yet another large chamber. He was heaved up onto a large sturdy table, but this time only his wrists were secured. He didn't understand why they even bothered with that, he was helpless, immobile, a prisoner of his own genitals. There was no way he could even drag their massive bulk and weight, The slaves and Sorceress left, and a short time later another Sorceress entered. Unlike her sisters she wore no robe, and her form was half human and half snake. She had the torso of a voluptuous woman; but her large breasts had no nipples, only smooth bands, and from the waist down she was a reptile, and she had the head of a snake as well; her eyes cold and emotionless as she regarded him, forked tongue flicking over hard lips. She worked a hidden switch, and slowly the table rose into a more upright position, his obscene balls sagging down until they rested on the ground, his cock rigid and aching again, jutting out as thick as a tree and five feet long. Aching, throbbing. He tried to say something, but only wheezed, blood pounding in his head as thick veins on his cock visibly pulsed. With a hack he managed to clear his throat, and whispered,
"P-Please kill me, I can't stand it anymore. Y-You don't know what its like, the pleasure, I-I can't stand it, P-Please..."
The snake like Sorceress gave an amused sounding hiss, and said, "But the pleasure isss only just starting little mouse, what you have felt until now isss nothing to what isss coming. Ssssss."
"W-What ARE you??" He moaned, oh Gods, he needed to CUM!~
"I am a high priestesss of our order." The snake woman hissed, "We have discovered the sssecret to virtual immortality and youth, Ssssss. There are some ssside effectsss, but they are worth it. Sssss."
"B-But h-how does THIS...?!?"
"Ah, yesss." The snake woman said, "You are the sssecret ingredient, or I should ssay your cum issss. It containsss the essssence of lift itsself, by drinking it in special potionsss; and bathing in it, we will never age, never grow old. Ssss, but asss a side effect we sometimess take on the partial characteristics of thossse whosse seed sssustainss us. But eventually thiss stops. My changess are over, only the younger sisssters will change as they are inducted into the inner sssircle. Ssssss. And asss you can undersstand, we need far more cum then...Sssss... normal maless can produce. But worry not; you will be lovingly cared for. After all, we need you. Now enough talk, Sssss."
Kasper stared helplessly as the snake woman slid an enormous sheath over his aching cock, and then groaned in pleasure as it gently tightened around his massive member. Next the snake woman attached the pump tube to a truly huge tank in a row of identical tanks lining the wall. Each one had room for hundreds of...gallons.
"You will fill one of thessse each hour." The Sorceress hissed as she flicked on a switch.
"N-Nuh-Nooooo!" Kasper squealed as he arched helplessly as the sleeve started stroking his shaft. "I-I-EEEEK, ERF, ERF, P-PLEASE...UGGH...OH...OH GODDDS!" He thrashed desperately; penis bobbing, as he felt an impossible pressure growing in his balls, felt them pulsing, straining.
"Sssoon you will have you lassst orgasm," the snake woman hissed, "one that will never ssstop." Taking a smaller tube attached to the collection bottle she pushed it through a ballgag, and then slipped it around his head, his squeals of growing ecstasy choking off into muffled whimpers. "All you will need now for noruissshment isss your own cum, it will sssusstain you. I will leave you now."
Kasper watched as she left, the door closing behind her sensuous tail, and then stared in utter horror at his straining cock. It was bobbing up and down, veins pulsing, clear pre being sucked from it in an unending stream, and as sweet liquid flooded his mouth he realized what he had been tasting in the wine all this time, he had been drinking magical pre! That was what had done this to him! Then he arched, a shrill muffled scream coming from around the gag as his legs flailed wildly; kicking his huge balls, as they clenched and strained, and his cock pulsed as a great torrent of thick cum poured down the tube and into the collection vat with loud splashing sounds, then it spurted again, then again, the intervals between each spurt rapidly narrowing; and then with a final massive spurt it began pulsing and pumping continuously, the flow of cum never stopping as the massive organ quivered and strained from the nonstop orgasm, and his muffled screams of agonized ecstasy slowly died into a never ending keen of pleasure as the world around him faded into a Hell of never ending sexual euphoria.
The End
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