A Taste for Revenge
#10 of Junk
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A Taste for Revenge
By William W. Kelso
The bed chamber was opulent and decadent by any standards. It was obvious it was intended for only one function, the pleasures of the flesh. And from the grunts and moans of pleasure coming from the bed it was serving that function even now, as the rising and falling rump also proved as the man energetically fucked the woman. The only observer was a female baboon beast with her leash secured to a staple set in the wall. She could have gotten lose easily, but knew better. She flared her nostrils at the heady scent of sex, and wished the male was servicing her again instead of their owner. He had serviced her quite nicely earlier while their mistress had watched in delight.
The beast reached down and rubbed her sex as she watched the coupling figures on the bed, the magic worked on her body leaving her constantly in heat to make her more 'cooperative' in her 'duties'. Transformed and trained since she was a newborn she was quite skilled at them. She had never known anything else, so to her the constant sex was 'normal', and her varied partners did not bother her. Grunting softly as she stroked herself she watched as the man gave a final loud grunt of pleasure; his rump shuddering for a minute as he thrust hard, the scent of his orgasm filled the room. Then the man pulled out the woman; who remained lying on the bed limp with her legs widely splayed, his cum slowly dribbling from her well serviced pussy. The man got up, and walking to a table laden with delicacies he poured some wine and drank deeply. Then he smiled; and threw the baboon beast something, and she gave a hoot of appreciation when she caught the nice ripe apple, and contentedly munched the treat. He was fairly young, very well built but not overly masculine; and his ten inch erection jutted up rigid and rampant despite the fact he'd had several orgasms in the last few hours. The magic saw to that. Setting the wine goblet down he walked back over to the bed and looked at the apparently comatose woman, but he knew she was fully awake and aware; though helpless, her wide open eyes testament to that fact.
"Well, my Queen." The man said, "Tell me; are you satisfied? Did you enjoy the services of your new sex slave? But, oh, that's right, you can't talk right now. It's the potion you see, you're quite helpless. A captive audience; as it were. Why have I drugged you? Do you really need to ask that question? But, I do want you know why I have done it, thus assuring my own fate."
The woman on the bed glared up at the man standing over her, only her eyes able to move. Her body was that of a voluptuous young woman, firm breasted with wide hips meant for pleasure, but her old hard eyes betrayed her true age; her form kept young and luscious by her dark magic. She was not bothered by the fact she was nude; after all he had just been fucking her, and up until she'd felt her limbs go limp; the potion taking effect before she could call for her guards, she had been enjoying his services as he was quite well trained. He would pay; those eyes said, and she had ways to make punishment last a very long time, in some cases forever. Whatever his reasons he would pay dearly for this affront. It could not be poison; no, she was immune to those effects, so it was just a simple incapacitating potion. Since it caused no harm; and wasn't magical in nature, she was susceptible to such simple concoctions whereas even the strongest magical potion or spell would be ineffective against her defenses. But even so she was not terribly worried as she knew he could not kill her by any means at his disposal; her dark master had granted her immunity from death for hundreds of years. No blade could pierce her black heart; no weapon do her bodily injury, and she could not be smothered or drowned. Many had tried over the centuries, none had succeeded. So his efforts were wasted, and when she recovered she would design interesting and new ways to torment this slave who did not know his place. Perhaps she would turn him into a slug, or a cockroach, then keep him as a pet? Oh yes, her eyes promised, he would pay. She would keep him alive for many years as she tormented him. Or perhaps a plant, but still aware? Oh yes, she would have her fun.
The man chuckled, and said, "Your eyes hold such hatred and malice; they are as dark as your foul heart. Did you not think maybe I drugged you to make you MY helpless sex slave for awhile, to do what I want to you? To pleasure you in ways you'd never thought of? Ways that require your being helpless?"
The eyes staring up at him narrowed. No, that thought had never crossed her mind, and if that was his reason it might actually be...interesting. She did appreciate inventive new ways to give sexual pleasure and pain. But even if that was his purpose he would still pay, NO one dared drug her without permission! But still, it might be entertaining to see what he had in store for her. She looked at the rigid cock that had been giving her such pleasure, and wished he would quit talking and put it back to the use for which it was intended.
The man grinned, and said, "Well, that IS part of it, but only part. But only because I need the pleasure, being what I am. You see, I really am a sex slave; personally trained and schooled by the best 'teachers', my body and mind warped and twisted to make me enjoy what I have become. I have no choice."
The woman glared up at the man until he bowed down between her legs and she could no longer see him by looking directly, but the mirrors over the bed showed him lying down with his face in her crotch, and she gave a gurgle of pleasure as she felt his tongue delicately flick over her nether lips and clitoris. The touch was so light she thought she might only be imagining it half the time, but the arousal it gave her was quite real. He WAS very well trained. Then as he got more 'serious' and his tongue slid between her lips and into her sex she gurgled even louder, unable to do anything else as he took his time; bringing her to the edge of orgasm several times, before finally letting her have a very intense and pleasurable orgasm; his tongue and lips sucking and lapping at her sex as she climaxed, and she had to admit being helpless did add a bit of spice to the experience. Normally she was the one in charge, but he was quite skilled at cunnilingus as her eagerly quivering pussy proved. Then as her orgasm faded he finally lifted his face from between her legs, and licking his lips he looked up at her, and said,
"Aaaah, I needed that, my Queen. As I'm sure you know I'm addicted to a females orgasmic juices, whether human or animal. I am because I was made that way, the magic seeing to that. Of course I'm equally addicted to male cum as I am trained to service and pleasure both sexes, both human and other. Tell me, have you ever wondered what that's like? To have to perform obscene sexual acts on a regular basis to keep from going into agonizing withdrawal, to be eager and willing to perform any act required by your owner no matter how repugnant? And even when my services are not required I engage in constant sexual activity with my fellow slaves, the orgy in the slave pens never ending since we're insatiable, my partners beasts and animals as often a humans. Though I must admit making it so pleasurable is a very effective way to make a sex slave actually enjoy their never ending degradations."
The woman didn't respond, her eyes turned down to look the slave in the face. She tried to move again, but was still helpless.
"Ah, you still can't answer, can you?" The man said, "Well, your answers are not needed anyway, and I know you could blast me; body and soul, with one word. The only thing I require right now is that you...listen to my story, that you understand WHY I'm doing this. You see, we met once before, many years ago."
The woman's eyes stared back blankly, no recognition in them, only anger and disdain.
"Oh, I don't blame you for not recognizing me." The man said, "After all I was only about five years old. Maybe you'll remember my family, the Baron Rothschild, his wife, daughter, and young son? Remember how you tormented him by having his wife and daughter raped while he watched after you captured his castle? How you let your soldiers and beasts rape his wife to death, and then had his daughter; who was only twelve, taken to be trained as a sex slave? Then nailed him to the gate of his castle as a warning to all who dared oppose your dark and twisted rule??"
The woman's eyes suddenly widened in remembrance; and then narrowed again, as dark and spiteful as ever.
"Ah, good, you DO remember!" The man said, smiling brightly, "I am, of course, his son. I hid while your soldiers raped and butchered the helpless civilians in the castle, watched while you destroyed everything I held dear to me, watched while you destroyed my whole world. And all these years I've hated, waiting for a chance for revenge, to see justice done. Tell me, do even you know how much hate can do to a man, or woman? It eats away at you, makes you a bitter twisted thing. And there are many who hate you as much; or more, then I do. But before I can continue, my needs must be slaked."
The woman grunted as the mans weight settled on top of her, his large cock sliding into her pussy easily, and as he fucked her he kissed her, his tongue sliding inside her mouth, his lips pressed against hers, as she glared at him. She knew that as far as he was concerned he was raping her, and the thought enraged her. SHE was the dominant one, how DARE he! Oh, he would pay!! She'd transform him into a female, and then 'she'd' find out what rape really was. But she couldn't help but groan in pleasure as his expert attentions soon brought her to a series of massive orgasms, his hot seed overflowing from her sex as he pulled out.
"Ah, very nice." The man said, "I need to relieve my need every half hour or so or it becomes painful. You are a very nice fuck, and I prefer you to just lay there while I have my way with you. It's only fair, don't you think? To be the one being fucked, instead of doing the fucking? How does it feel to be a helpless sex toy, my Queen?"
Her glaring eyes gave him all the answer he needed, and he chuckled at the impotent rage in them.
"Now let's see, where were we?" He said, "Ah yes, my desire for revenge! It was quickly obvious; even to a mere boy, that the usual ways of revenge would be useless in your case. Your invulnerability to edged weapons, poison, and other normal means of killing someone were well known. I was not powerful; being left with nothing, so could not raise an army against you. I tired to learn sorcery, but was a poor student. I began to despair of ever being able to take my revenge, to see your reign of terror and sick depravity come to an end. But there are many others who also desire revenge against you, and one of them came up with a rather intriguing...possibility. At first I thought it a mere fantasy, crazy wishful thinking, and dismissed it out of hand. It would require the sacrifice of ones very humanity and self respect among other things; not to mention their life, and even then there was no guarantee of success. But as the years went by I began to think about his suggestion more and more. So when all else failed I finally contacted him again, and told him I would be the 'volunteer' he needed. But it would not be easy, and would take a long time, and even then there was no guarantee of success. But it was our; my, only hope. So I 'volunteered' to become the main 'participant' in our little plan, knowing it was one way, and I would never be the same whether we were successful or not."
As he kept talking the man began to masturbate, sliding one hand up and down his slick shaft as the other fondled his oversized balls, small grunts of pleasure interspacing his story.
"Pardon me while I pleasure myself, my need you understand. The first step was to have myself altered by magic and potions to become a sex slave, then being trained as one. After my training was complete I was 'sold', and worked in a public brothel for several years to perfect my 'skills'. Gods, how I came to love it, I had no choice. My body; and mind, needed the very thing I was enslaved for, sexual pleasure, no matter how I got it. My self-respect was the first to die, then my humanity as I performed my 'duties'. My owner was quite pleased with my performance. The fact that he was 'in' on the plot as well; and knew my true purpose, did not keep him from making quite a profit off of me. And I was treated the same as any other sex slave, once one becomes changed there is no going back, and he made sure my 'training' was extensive. Then when I was 'ready' he made sure that I caught the eye of your harem mistress, the hope being that my skills would make sure she would purchase me for the Royal Pleasure Slave harem. They did; I pleasured her quite well for a very long time, and she was quite demanding as she tests all possible purchases in person first. But even had she not purchased me my life as a sex slave would have continued as I was no longer fitting for any other, I WAS a slave now. That would have been the final blow to my sanity, I'm sure.
But as it was I was soon added to the other poor unfortunates who stock your private harem of sex slaves and trained beasts and animals. And again I was 'trained'. I had thought I was quite well trained already, but it was nothing like what your handlers trained me to do. My 'partners' previously had at least been human or from other members of the intelligent races, but here I was 'taught' the fine art of bestiality. Not only with animals, but also with those poor twisted creatures you call beasts, neither human nor animal. I was even paired with a female baboon beast, to be my 'regular' partner."
The man suddenly gave a deep grunt of pleasure, his cock throbbing as long sticky strands of cum blasted from the head to splatter on the woman's stomach and breasts. Her only response was to keep glaring at him.
"Ah, you have no idea how badly I needed that, and I will again shortly. My apologizes for the mess, my Queen." He said as he wiped the gooey cum from the woman's body. "Of course I had another reason for wanting to be sold into slavery to your household, to see if I could find my sister. We were very close, you see. I soon found out that she had indeed been one of your pleasure slaves; she was so sweet and innocent in demeanor even after her training was finished some remembered her. Even her complete degradation could not destroy her regal nature entirely, which made her services quite popular. But they also told me what happened to her, what happens to any slaves who are called to pleasure you in your private chambers. And that was what gave me my final goal, the last step in my revenge. I had originally planned to decapitate you, hoping you could not survive even that. But this, this was so much better, so perfect! But I've been neglecting you; after all you brought me here to pleasure you, and I hate to see your gorgeous pussy empty and lonley. Let's see what we can find, shall we?"
The woman watched as the man rummaged in several cabinets and chests of drawers against the walls. She knew very well what they contained, every device of sexual pleasure and pain known to mankind, and then some. She was quite proud of her extensive 'collection' of toys. She felt her heart skip a beat when he finally lifted out an old wooden case carved with runes of power. Of all the things to choose!
"Ah-ha, here it is!" The slave said, "I'd heard about this, but didn't know if it was only rumors, or the truth. It would appear the rumors were true after all. The 'Harness of Never Ending Ecstasy'! Let's have a look at it, shall we?"
The woman watched as the man opened the case and removed a fancy looking harness of fine gold braided metal straps, one to go around the waist, another between the legs. But it was what was attached to the middle strap that gave the harness its name and 'reputation'. It had been made in Hell for her by her dark master at her request, and the two 'dildo's' that adorned it were inhuman in shape, and very much...alive. Both the thick shafts were squirming, their spear-point heads seeking an opening; any kind, to slide into. Each of the living penises had thick veins pulsing on their shafts, thick oily pre dripping from their urethra slits. The top phallus also had several small tendrils at the top of its base, intended to provide clitoris stimulation while the phallus fucked the wearer. She felt her pussy quiver; her ass clench, in...anticipation.
"Well," the man said, "this thing certainly looks like a lot of fun. If my information is correct it's designed to fuck a woman to death over a twenty four hour period as it drains her life force, but her demise is one of extreme pleasure even though her soul is claimed by your demonic master. I'm sure you're immune to the draining part, but not the fucking. Let's give it a try on for size, shall we?"
The woman managed to give a gurgle of rage as the man slid the demonic phalluses into her well lubed pussy and ass, then affixed the belt tightly around her waist, buckling it in the back. Instantly the two large phalluses swelled and lengthened to the maximum size she could accommodate; and she groaned in pleasure as they began fucking her, the one in her pussy pushing through her cervix and into her womb while the tendrils squeezed and pulled at the hard knob of her clit, her abdomen visibly bulging form the twin penetrations. She had worn the belt before, and knew they would never stop until it was removed. And the slave was right, she was immune to their life draining powers, but not the ultimate sexual pleasure they would constantly provide, whether wanted or not.
"Ah, excellent!" The man said, "A perfect fit! But then; it fits any woman perfectly, doesn't it my Queen? How many helpless innocents has it drained for your amusement? But, hold on; wait a second, what's this?? Ah, I did not know your pet has a little brother! How nice!" He smiled as he held up another wriggling penis; much longer than the other two, a single one this time, affixed to a shorter strap. "One for each hole! I must say I approve of your thoroughness, my Queen. Now open wide!"
She glared in impotent hatred at the man as he guided the other demonic phallus into her mouth, the thing squirming down her throat. It was so long it took over a minute to slide all the way down her throat as he gently 'fed' it to her, then he strapped the solid gold strap around her head. The penis quickly began pistoning inside her throat and mouth, the feeling exactly like a thrusting cock. "Umf, ummm!" She gurgled helplessly.
"Good!" The man said, "Now, please excuse me for a few minutes, my need you know. Since all your holes are...busy, I need to find it somewhere else."
As the woman's body quivered from the power of the twin phalluses pistoning in her pussy and rear and the one filling her throat; she watched as the man went over to the female baboon beast. The man then proceeded to couple with the beast, mounting her from the rear and taking her hard and fast, the female squealing in pleasure as he also satisfied her need. Then the woman's sight blurred for a few moments as the harness brought her to a powerful orgasm, the first of many in nonstop regularity as it performed the function for which it had been created. The man copulated with the baboon beast two more times, and then dismounted with a final grunt of pleasure. With a smile he went over to the table and filled two goblets, one with water, one with wine. He handed the one with water to the beast; who drank greedily, then drank the wine with a satisfied look on his face.
"Excellent wine, of course." The man said, "I mean, who would dare to offer you anything but the very best?" He took another drink, and then continued, "And I truly am grateful your harem mistress provided me with the baboon beast as my 'partner', without her sharing my cage my need would become agonizing. Did you know we come to love our partners, no matter what they are?" He gently stroked the baboon beasts head, and leaning over gave her a long passionate kiss on her muzzle, the beast squealing softly in pleasure. "She really is beautiful, don't you think?" The man said, almost absently as he kept stroking the beasts head. Then he shook his head, and said, "I'm sorry, my thoughts were wandering. Back to the business at hand, my Queen. Time for me to look for some more toys."
The woman stared as the man ransacked some more storage cupboards, and then returned to the bed with some solid gold shackles. She recognized them instantly, they were specially made to bind magic users, and make their powers useless so long as they wore them. But she was puzzled as the man snapped the cuffs onto her wrists and ankles. She couldn't use her powers anyway right now, being unable to move or speak. But they would not keep her from calling for her guards once she had her voice back; and the cock in her mouth was gone, so the reason for his binding her with them was unknown. But her main concerns right now were the three penises giving her such horribly intense pleasure. The things were designed to give a female ultimate sexual pleasure and stimulation while they drained her, but in her case the levels of pleasure just kept increasing as the frustrated phalluses tried to drain her, but without success. They were squirming and thrusting even deeper into her body now, the pleasure agonizing.
"Those look lovely on you." The man said, "But something's missing. Hmm? Oh, yes, I know! I saw then somewhere in one of the drawers. Be back in a second."
The woman weakly arched her rear as the two phalluses in her pussy and ass brought her to another massive orgasm, and then realized something. She'd moved! The potion was wearing off! But she was still helpless, and it would be some time before she would be strong enough to try and remove the shackles. But she felt her hopes fade as slave came back to bed carrying some very delicate looking; but unbreakable, gold chains.
"Just what we needed," the man said, "only the best for a Queen." He attached the gold chains to the loops on the shackles, running one from each wrist to each ankle, and then attached very short chains between the wrist shackles and the gold waist belt. It had the effect of pinning the woman's arms helplessly to her sides with almost no movement possible. She would be quite helpless when she regained the ability to move. As a final touch he attached another short gold chain to the two ankle shackles, she would only be able to hop or shuffle. "Perfect! But I wonder if there are any other toys that might make your experience even more...stimulating?"
The woman watched as the man returned to one of the chests, and then returned a short time later with a pair of small round breast ornaments, and she suddenly realized he knew exactly what he was looking for, and what he was doing. He had 'found' the most powerful and insidious pleasure 'toys' in her collection. There was no way it was just coincidence. Bastard! She gave a muffled squeal as he fitted the round gold cups over her nipples and aureoles, and they immediately adhered to her breasts and began to suck and tweak her nipples just like small mouths. Also demonic in origin, they would induce the wearers breasts to lactate, and would drain the milk. She grunted in helpless pleasure, her large firm tits jiggling and throbbing as the cups went to work, then felt a very pleasurable tingle as she began lactating. By the Dark Gods it felt good!! Damn him!
The man masturbated again as he looked her over, a smile on his face as he grunted in pleasure. "I must say you look lovely wearing all your most potent toys." He said, "And from your sounds you're enjoying their attentions. But how could you not; after all that's what they were created for, to give a woman the ultimate sexual pleasure as they fuck and suck her dry. But in your case, that won't happen, will it? But they'll never stop trying."
The woman; her ability to move returning now, arched and bucked as the demonic phalluses kept pleasuring her, her tits rippling and quivering as they were drained. "UMF, URGGHHH, UGHHHHH!!" She groaned as she climaxed again, she was cumming almost constantly now, the orgasms more intense. It was quite enjoyable, but when she got loose she'd see how much the slave liked wearing them for a few hours a day! AFTER she had turned him into a female, a female animal! With another groan of pleasure she managed to roll onto her side, her body shuddering from another orgasm.
"Good, you're recovering from the potion." The man said in satisfaction, "And now it's time to introduce the other player in our little plot. But you already know him; or is it a her? How does one tell, anyway? Not that it matters."
The woman watched; shocked, as the man walked to a wall and pulled aside a tapestry using a hidden draw string, to reveal a small iron door. How could he know about that; she wondered??? The man used a lever to raise the door, and a damp flow of cool air made the naked woman shiver. Taking a wine cup the man banged on the door, the hollow booms fading into the dark opening. How does he KNOW?? As a faint rasping sound emerged from the darkness the man walked over to a table, and then returned to the bed carrying a glass jar containing a thick oily looking fluid. And suddenly the woman realized his intentions, and for the first time felt real...terror. As the man approached she looked at him; eyes wide, and shook her head pleadingly. "Nuuhhh, mmffff!"
"Ah," the man said, "it seems you've guessed my intentions, you always were a smart woman. And as to how I know your sordid little 'secrets'; like I've said before, you have many enemies in both high, and low, places. How else to you think I got the potion into your wine, or knew which of your 'toys' to choose? How else could I know about your...familiar. Or is it just a pet? My informant wasn't too clear on that point. And, here it is!"
The woman watched as a large reptilian head emerged from the dark tunnel and into the dimly lit room, the rest of the huge snake's body quickly following as it slithered out of the runnel. The dark red and black coloring of its scales and bands gave proof as to its demonic origins, as did the glowing eyes. In its way it was a beautiful creature, the red scales nicely accenting the black belly bands and thin black lips of its hard fixed features. It reared up for several feet, long forked tongue questing. It had been summoned to feed, but where was its meal??
The woman writhed helplessly as the man poured the contents of the glass jar over her body, the oil thick and pungent. The snake had been trained to eat anything marked with the special oil, no matter what; or who, it was. The woman knew this, and squirmed frantically as the fluid flowed over her nude body, looking up at the man in horror. "Nuh, nuh, plzzzzz!" She slobbered around the phallus in her mouth and throat. If only she could talk louder and legibly, she could call her guards! But though they might hear her muffled squeals and sounds of pleasure and terror, they were used to such sounds coming from their Queen's private chambers. And with the shackles on she couldn't use any of her powers!! "Nuh, emmfffff, dmmm uuuu, nuhhhh!"
Putting on some rubber gloves provided for the purpose, the man worked the fragrant oil into the woman's squirming body until she was soaked in the fluid. Smiling, he said, "So you understand; and know your fate now, good! As you have fed countless victims; including my sister, to your little pet here, so shall you be fed. Hopefully the last meal the monster will ever have. You see, we thought this out very carefully, those who hate you."
Standing back up the man returned the now empty glass jar to the table; being careful not to get any of the oil on himself as he removed the gloves. The snake, which had been waiting patiently, now began to search for his meal, tongue flicking eagerly as it smelled the fragrant oil.
The woman stared at the snake as it flicked its tongue over the cowering baboon beast, and then turned its head toward her. She shook her head wildly, staring at the man with her eyes pleading. "Nuh, nuh, emmffff, Ah, ah gvv au pwr!! Rchs!! Nuh, nuh, plsss!"
"Oh, come now." The man said, "Even if I set you free you know your promise of power and riches is a lie, so please don't insult my intelligence. And what would a sex slave do with power and riches anyway? I'm designed for, and need, only one thing. Even if I survive disposing of you I will still be nothing but a sex slave, and will live out the rest of my life as one. It's the only life available to me, the only way I can satisfy my unnatural needs."
The snake was a little confused; though smarter than the average reptile she was still pretty dense by human standards. But still; usually her meals were two animals tied together as they mated. But she didn't see anything like that, and searched for the enticing scent of her meal with reptilian patience, and her sensitive tongue quickly homed in on the source of the food scent. And, yes, there it was!
The woman watched as the snake approached the bed; tongue flicking, and knew it had found what it was looking for. She stared at her oil soaked body in despair, now that it had the scent the snake would be impossible to keep from its meal, no matter who it was. She looked at the great reptiles head as it reared up to the level of the bed, the emotionless eyes regarding her impassively. "Nuh, nuh, ahm ur mstrsss! Nuuh, eeuhhh!" She gabbled, but the snake didn't appear to understand her, or care. She kicked her chained feet at the hard scaly snout as the snake lowered its head, mouth opening. The gaping maw was toothless; slime dripping from the dark pink lining, the great serpent having been created; and trained, to swallow its prey whole, and alive. No messy coiling, no crushing of its prey. After all, all its meals had been helpless and 'cooperative'. She kicked frantically, but when her feet accidently slid inside its mouth the powerful jaws clamped down immediately. Though toothless the grip was inescapable, and slowly the snake began swallowing, pulling the struggling prey feet first into its mouth an inch at a time. With an audible 'pop' the snake unhinged her jaws as the woman's knees reached her throat.
The man walked over to the now terrified baboon beast to calm her down, and mounting her begin fucking her slow and easy as he watched the drama unfolding on top of the bed. The snake now had the woman swallowed up to her waist, her frantic struggles only helping to make it even easier for the snake to swallow her. She was a large woman, but the snake had eaten much larger prey before. The thick oil made it easier for the snake to swallow, as well as adding to the delicious taste of its meal. The snake also enjoyed the feel of prey kicking and squirming as it slid into her mouth and down her throat. The man watched dispassionately, grunting in pleasure as he fucked the beast, and said as the woman's terror filled eyes stared at him begging, her large breasts jiggling wildly as she struggled.
"How many hundreds of slaves and beasts have you fed to your pet monster over the years?? Or is it thousands? How many times did you watch as they helplessly coupled with one another; tied together and given doses of powerful aphrodisiacs to make them unable to stop mating, even as they were swallowed alive?? I thought it deliciously appropriate that you will share their fate, with one major exception. I talked to many magic users about the results of a person invulnerable to normal means of death being eaten alive. The general consensus was that you will remain alive in the snakes belly as it tries to digest you, and the snake will not need to eat again as you are constantly being digested, only to heal. So for you the terror will not be momentary, but eternal. You will spend the rest of your miserable existence being digested alive, and the snake will be content as its belly will remain comfortably full of a meal it can never quite finish digesting. And since the snake is a demonic creature, that will be...forever."
The woman; her breasts sliding into the hungry snakes mouth, shook her head wildly; her screams loud but muffled. But they were screams of pleasure as well as terror as the phalluses kept pleasuring her; her rigid nipples rubbing against the soft slimy lining of the snakes mouth as they slid into its throat, her orgasms coming much more frequently, and violently, her pleasure intensified by her realization of her coming torment, a torment that would probably never cease. The snake was as immortal as she was, being her familiar it could never die until she did
The man groaned in pleasure as he orgasmed again, the beast squealing in pleasure as she had her own climax. She truly loved her strange mate, and the pleasure he gave her so often. He looked at the bed, the only thing visible of the woman now was her head, and he dismounted from his lover and walked over to stare into the womans pleading terror filled eyes as she was slowly drawn deeper into the snake's maw as it worked its jaws back and forth over her slick slimy body, her head now almost entirely within its slobbering maw, her body from the neck down in its throat.
"You should thank me for at least giving you the company of the demonic phalluses while you're it the snakes belly," the man said softly, "that way at least your agony will be sexual as well as physical. For someone like you that might even be enjoyable."
The only reply was a muffled moan of terror; or was it pleasure, as the woman's head finished sliding into the snake's mouth. Now that her breasts and shoulders had entered the snakes throat the rest of her followed much more quickly, and three swallows later the snake rehinged her jaws with a satisfied hiss, and settled down to finish swallowing her meal. The man watched as the large struggling lump; the outline of a voluptuous nude woman's body clearly visible where it stretched the snakes skin, begin moving down the snakes body in a series of smooth rippling muscular contractions. He was surprised he could still hear the woman's muffled sounds of terror and pleasure, faint but audible. Walking back over to the beast he mounted her again, and began fucking her as he kept watching the squirming bulge slowly moving down then snakes body.
The woman writhed inside the slick hot slimy tube of the snake's body as she was slowly pushed and pulled in and down towards the stomach, and she could heard gurgling somewhere deeper inside the snake. The feel of the snakes tight body against her body as she slid down its throat was horribly erotic and pleasurable, and between that sensation and the phalluses pistoning in her pussy, ass, and mouth, she was soon orgasming almost constantly, the intense sexual agony making it impossible for her to do anything other then writhe in ecstasy. But she knew it would only get worse once she reached the stomach, and even now her feet were pushing through a tight sphincter and into a larger space filled with thick gooey fluid. T-This can't be happening: she screamed in her mind! She was the most powerful woman in the world! She was a Queen, immortal, a powerful sorceress!! There was no way it could end like this, as snake food! Eaten by her own familiar!! With a gurgling slurp she was pushed all the way into the snake's stomach, the thick warm digestive fluids almost feeling good at first as the stomach begin churning to coat her nude writhing body with the caustic slime. No, NO, NOOO!! She thought in disbelief: T-This can't be my fate!!
The man kept coupling with the moaning beast as he watched the bulge reach the middle of the snakes body, and then stop. With a happy tired hiss the snake turned and began to slither back into the opening to its den, the only home it had ever known. The small tunnel was the only entrance to the oubliette it called 'home'. Once it reached the main chamber it coiled around the squirming bulge in its guts, and went to sleep. It would remain dormant until it had digested its meal, however long that might take. As the snakes tail disappeared into the dark tunnel the man reached another intensely pleasure orgasm; he had to admit watching the Queen being eaten alive had really been arousing, and then with a final grunt of pleasure he dismounted. Walking over to the tunnel he lowered the heavy iron door, and let the tapestry drop back into place. Then he went back over to the beast again and untied her leash. He knew that when the guards finally broke down the door after they finally realized something was wrong his; and the beasts, demises, would probably be quick. So at least he would make love to her in a real bed for a change; more as a man and woman, instead of on the floor of a cage or in public for the voyeurism of his owners. As he pushed himself between her legs she made a soft cooing noise, and gently rubbed his head and shoulders as he made love to his inhuman mate.
As it would turn out the 'powers that be' were so relieved to hear that the Queen was 'no more' that they offered the sex slave anything he wanted in payment for ridding them of their less then beloved ruler. To their surprise he merely asked to returned to his life as a sex slave for hire, as due to his condition it was the only way he would be 'happy'. His other request, that the baboon beast remain with him, was honored as well. And he truly did seem to be happy so long as he had the bestial creature at his side.
Deep in the bowels of the castle the demonic snake slumbered on, the never fading bulge in its stomach writhing constantly. The Queen was eventually reduced to a semi-solid liquid paste, never able to be quite completely digested, and never able to die. The demonic phalluses, breast plates, and shackles were immune to the effects of the snake's powerful digestive fluids, and they continued to pleasure the woman nonstop, never tiring of fucking her and draining her aching breasts. And she was aware the whole time as she paid for her crimes against the world in a torment of unending agonizing pleasure and pain, and would be...forever.
The End
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