- Part XII -
The week passed slowly. My days were preoccupied with what the hungry
amazon was doing to my willing wife. My nights were spent with Agony,
suffering her torture and humiliation while my wife roamed the city,
feverishly milking cum from strange men.
I arrived home late Friday evening, apprehensive about the upcoming
weekend. As I approached the bathroom, I heard Agony's seductive voice.
They were in the shower together, the door left open so I could watch.
Agony soaped my wife's breasts and belly, her hands gliding over the
wet slippery skin. My wife's nipples were swollen and hard, her
breathing heavy as her abdomen sucked in and out. Agony's hand found
its way to the widening cleft between her legs, her middle finger
entering her easily. My wife's mouth immediately opened to her,
their tongues wrestling, exploring each other as they kissed. They
clung to each other, their wet, slick bodies joined as one, oblivious
to the steamy shower that pelted their faces and closed eyes.
Agony continued to wash her, then toweled her wet body, stopping
repeatedly for probing kisses as she dried her silky, dark hair. My
wife's body had become more like hers every day. Her calves and thighs
bulged with thick ropes of muscle. Her long, v-shaped torso proudly
displayed her incredible jutting breasts, enlarged by the nectar she
drank from between Agony's legs. Discarding the towel, they held each
other, breast to breast, black skin against white, the two perfect
bodies forming a breathtakingly erotic living sculpture.
I returned to the living room for a double scotch. I had seen what
Agony had wanted me to see. Revulsion and guilt tortured me as I
replayed the erotic scene in my mind, sickened and confused by my
arousal. The demons had carved my mind in two; one piece repulsed by my
wife's betrayal and insatiable lust for anyone but me, the other
somehow excited by her bold sensuality and formidable body. This
internal conflict compounded the torture of the events surrounding me,
as I felt my mental faculties slipping away.
They soon entered the room, dressed in long, black, hooded robes that
fastened at the neck. The robes opened in the front as they walked,
revealing their hard, naked bodies underneath. Agony tossed a robe at
me.
"Strip and put this on. We're taking you along tonight."
I began to undress, dreading the night ahead.
"Come on, we don't have all night!"
Her red, glowing eyes watched me as I hurriedly removed the rest of my
clothes and secured the heavy black robe around me.
"Now fill this with Beauty's cum collection."
I took the black velvet bag to the bedroom and filled it with the
twenty-five condoms, bulging with cum.
Turning to my wife, she purred, "Here, my Beauty. Enjoy my little
gifts, my pet." She opened her hand, offering my wife the small mound
of familiar capsules. Surprised by the handful of drugs, she responded,
"But Agony, you don't have to. I'll do anything for you. I'm wet at the
thought of your touch. I'm yours, and his, completely."
"Take them, Beauty. You will thank me later tonight."
She gulped the pills, one at a time, eager to please.
They led me to the garage where the familiar black limousine waited. He
was inside, of course, his huge presence half-filling the long leather
seat. I sat opposite him, as my wife took her place between Agony and
the monster. He immediately took her glowing face in his large hands
and placed his mouth over hers. Moaning softly, she gently stroked his
erection through the huge black robe. The drugs began to work as she
opened her robe to him, exposing her swelling cunt. She collapsed back
onto the leather seat, breathing heavily as he toyed with her waiting
body through the front of her open robe. "Have you missed me, my wife?"
he asked.
"Oh, yes, my husband. I need you so badly. I want you inside me,
please!"
"In time, my dear. Did you bring me a gift?"
I handed him the velvet bag. Taking it, he grinned at me, remarking to
my wife, "Good, you've made him keeper of your cum!" "Yes, my husband,"
she answered.
"How much cum did you bring me?" he asked, looking at me.
"Twenty five condoms," I answered hesitantly.
"Ahh! And were they all from different men, my dear?"
"Yes, my husband."
"How does it make you feel, knowing this sweet young body drained the
cum from twenty five total strangers this week?"
His abuse sickened and scared me in equal amounts. I couldn't answer.
He glared at me as Agony reached under my robe and found my scrotum,
squeezing it with her strong black fingers. The pain was immediate and
intense, causing me to scream as she rolled and twisted my balls.
"Does it excite you to think of her sucking and fucking twenty five
strange men in one week, just to bring their cum back to me?"
"Aaahh! Yes! OK! Yes, it excites me! Please stop! PLEASE!"
Agony released me while she and the monster chuckled at my response. My
wife looked on, dazed, continuing to grope for his cock under the robe.
Agony sat with her robe open, smiling at me. She lowered her right hand
to her moist slit, inserting a long index finger inside, rubbing
herself. The sweet odor began to fill the car, as she brought a glob of
the thick, sticky nectar to my wife's lips. My wife licked and sucked
her finger as she teased her with the small sample.
"You've made Agony very excited, my dear. Why don't you lick her until
she comes for us."
Eager to ingest more of Agony's intoxicating juices, she went to her
knees, burying her face in the amazon's secretions. She lapped her
flowing vagina for the remainder of the ride as Agony's sweet voice
urged her on, moaning and stroking my wife's silky hair every time her
practiced tongue brought Agony to another crashing orgasm.
Finally the car came to a slow stop. Agony opened the door, ushering
all of us into the darkness. The car circled us and headed off into the
night, leaving us alone in the quiet stillness. The brightness of the
sudden flame made us squint as Agony lit the torch brought for our
journey. She led us through a small clearing in the dense woods. We
followed her light along a narrow path winding through the darkness,
our footsteps the only sound in the eerie silence around us. We walked
for what seemed like hours. The cold night air chilled our nude
bodies when the heavy robes opened as we paraded along the path in
single file. Eventually, the trees and brush closed in on us, making
the walk more difficult. I began to shiver from the cold. I tried in
vain to hold the robe closed while ducking under tree limbs and pushing
the dense brush aside. Tired and cold, we trudged on through the
blackness, heading for a destination that would only bring more pain
and humiliation to my exhausted body.
The narrowing path finally emptied into a large clearing. Ahead was a
stone building, half embedded in the steep hill at the far edge of the
rocky meadow. As we came closer, I could see that it was an ancient
church of some unknown denomination. The blue glow from the full moon
overhead played tricks with its appearance. The large arched door and
dark windows on either side gave the structure the appearance of a
grotesque face, its dark eyes warning all who entered.
The heavy wooden door creaked as the monster pushed it open. The rumble
of distant thunder and a sudden cold wind announced our arrival as the
entrance swallowed us. The interior was surprisingly immense, the
greater part having been carved out of the earth behind the ancient
facade. Row after row of simple stone benches were arranged in semi-
circles about the ornate wooden altar at the far end of the room. Over
head, giant wooden arches followed the contour of the vast dome that
stretched into the darkness, fifty feet above us.
A sudden flash of lightening illuminated the wall beyond the altar,
revealing a huge likeness of the monster that walked ahead of us. The
thirty-foot painting displayed him in all his majesty. Naked, with arms
outstretched, the cruel face looked down on us with glowing red eyes.
For an instant, as the lightening flickered, I saw the face change to
that of the hideous demon that Agony had allowed me to witness as she
tortured me. The eyes of the terrifying image seemed to follow us as we
climbed the stone steps to the altar.
Crossing the expanse of the wide pulpit, we descended a second set of
steps behind the altar, not visible from the main chamber. Directly
below the figure's parted legs was an open archway which we then
entered. Looking up at the monstrous painting, I noticed the immense
erection that jutted obscenely in front of his towering form. To either
side of the arch were lifelike images of his adoring slaves, the sleek,
naked bodies reaching up to him with insatiable lust.
Agony led us down the wide tunnel, her dying torch creating flickering
shadows on the ancient stone walls. As we continued down the sloping
corridor, we passed many smaller tunnels branching off at random
intervals. I guessed we were now underground, entering a complex maze
of catacombs. She led us into one of the smaller tunnels to the right,
then proceeded to weave her way through a series of left and right
turns.
As we made our way under the damp, low canopy, the torch finally died,
leaving us in darkness. We pushed on, feeling our way along the cold,
mossy walls of the tunnel. Ahead in the distance, a faint glow guided
us toward our destination. Arriving at the lighted opening of the
passageway, Agony turned to the left and disappeared, followed by my
panting wife. As I stepped through the small opening, vertigo welded my
feet in place. I was standing on a four by four-foot platform
overlooking a mammoth circular shaft, a hundred feet wide and at least
twice as deep. To my left, a narrow stairway began its spiral down the
side of the pit. The monster appeared behind me, turning me and pushing
me onto the first step. I clung to the smooth stone wall as I slowly
followed the others, too terrified to glance over the edge into the
depths below.
After several minutes I cautiously peered over the edge to the floor,
still thirty feet below us. Burning torches surrounded the scene,
attached to the walls at regular intervals. Many small, arched,
doorways dotted the perimeter of the room. Hundreds of lighted candles
covered the floor except for a few paths where thirty or forty hooded
figures paced and chanted quietly. In the center of the pit was a
raised, circular stage, ten feet in diameter. Resting on the stage was
an ornate couch. The thickly pleated, bright red padding sat atop a
frame of gold, made of a complex pattern of twisted bodies and strange
symbols. The brilliant red and gold created a striking contrast to the
bare stone walls and floor, glistening in the flickering candlelight.
I felt his massive hand grab me when we reached another small platform,
still ten feet from the floor of the room. Shoving me back against the
cold stone, he fastened my hands above me, using the leather straps
tied to a heavy iron ring embedded in the wall. Agony and my wife
continued down to the bottom of the chamber. The robed figures parted
reverently as they passed, watching them disappear into one of the
darkened portals on the far wall.
I gasped as the monster reached for my throat. He grasped the collar of
my robe and tore it open, pulling the heavy garment from my shaking
body. He ran his gaze over me as I hung, naked and terrified before his
massive frame. Curling his lips in disgust, his red, glowing eyes met
mine as his words exploded in my head.
"THE HORROR YOU WILL WITNESS WILL BE UNLIKE ANYTHING YOU COULD IMAGINE.
BE SILENT, OR I WILL CRUSH YOUR FEEBLE BODY ONE BONE AT A TIME."
I was shaken and sickened by his invasion. He glared at me one more
time, then proceeded down the stairs, entering a nearby opening in the
curved wall.
Time passed slowly as I tried not to think about the obscenities I
would soon be forced to watch. The hooded figures below me continued to
circle and chant. Finally one of the faceless creatures began to
extinguish the torches, one by one, as he circled the chamber. Soon the
mass of candles provided the only light in the deep pit.
The chanting grew suddenly louder as I watched Agony lead my wife to
the shining couch at the center of the room. She walked behind
Agony's robed outline, breathing heavily, eyes showing the desperate
heat she had endured for hours. She was naked, her body shining in the
warm candlelight. Her skin was slick with oil, showing every sharp
detail of her newly developed physique. Her hair was tied back in a
short ponytail and oiled heavily, emphasizing the delicate lines of her
classic face. Her firm breasts and hard nipples jutted forward, seeming
to defy gravity as the bounced only slightly as she walked. The open
gash between her legs was a pool of liquid, reflecting the candlelight
onto her thick, twitching clitoris that moved in time with her
quickened pulse.
As my wife reclined on the deeply padded couch, Agony trailed her long,
black fingers over her breasts and belly. She flexed her sculptured
legs and stretched sensuously, grateful for the amazon's attention. Her
legs parted and I saw her buttocks clench as her hips slowly rose and
fell, tying to find relief from the drugs' maddening heat. Agony looked
down at her, smiling proudly, then stood aside as the monster appeared
beside her.
Leaning over her, he covered her open mouth with his. Stroking her face
and neck, he probed her with his thick tongue, feeling her respond as
she sucked it greedily. He then stood and went to the foot of the
couch, kneeling between her open legs. Lowering his face to her flowing
cunt, he took the three inches of pulsing clitoris into his mouth,
closing his firm lips around the base. Slowly, he pulled back, milking
it until the sensitive end felt his tongue's final lick as it left his
mouth. She moaned openly, her head rolling from side to side, enveloped
in the incredible pleasure she received from him. He licked her
forcefully just above her swollen mound, wetting her entire lower
abdomen. Then, with one long continuous motion, he moved his warm, wet
tongue up over her belly, between her mountainous breasts, to her neck
and face, again invading her mouth as she ran her hands over his broad
back.
Retreating to the end of the couch, he stood over her, his eyes asking
the question he knew she wanted to hear. "Please fuck me," she begged.
"Fill me with your cum, my husband. I want your giant cock inside me.
Please, please, fuck me!"
Removing his robe, he again climbed between her legs, his huge erection
on display for her. She moaned again, grasping it with both hands,
pulling it to her waiting hole. His fantastic body towered over her as
he slowly filled her with his thickly veined shaft. She looked up at
him, smiling, encouraging him to put every inch inside her.
Just as the bulbous head of his penis nudged and prodded her cervix,
Agony straddled her face, holding her dripping vagina over my wife's
waiting mouth. Thick globs of Agony's honey-like secretions fell onto
her face, finally finding her open mouth as she tried to catch every
drop. Agony carefully lowered herself onto her lapping tongue, smiling
at the monster with satisfaction. My wife writhed and moaned under them
as she was impaled by his surging cock, feeding hungrily on the
intoxicating nectar from between Agony's legs.
Agony and the monster embraced over her, their mouths locked in a
brutal kiss. Suddenly their forms lost focus, then returned as two
hideous demons. They snarled and hissed at each other as their long,
snakelike tongues extended toward each other, flicking and exploring
their squat, deformed bodies. Vile smelling liquids oozed from open
crevices in their heavily wrinkled skin. Writhing, worm-like masses
moved under the covering of their huge, menacing skulls, their red,
glowing eyes shining in the dim light. I couldn't tell if my wife was
too far gone to notice, or whether she didn't see the same grisly
apparitions, but she continued to thrash and moan under them as they
used her.
The chanting became unbearable as they lashed at each other over my
helpless wife's hungry body. My head ached and my naked body shook
violently from the penetrating cold. As I looked into the crowd of
robed figures, I noticed two red glowing eyes deep within every hood.
The room was filled with these creatures! Their chants turned to
guttural, animal-like sounds as they became restless, crowding the
stage where my wife was being ravished by the savage demons.
Paralyzed by the scene below, I failed to notice the two creatures now
sharing my small landing. Too terrified to move, I watched them arrive
at my side, their glowing eyes fixed on me. As if on cue, four long,
bony hands reached for me. I cried out as one of the creatures pulled
and twisted my genitals, trying to insert a clawed finger into the end
of my penis. The other explored my anus with the full eight inches of
its longest finger while extending several fingers of its other hand
into my throat as I tried to scream. They probed and violated me,
pinning me to the cold stone wall where I was tied. Then, they stopped
as suddenly as they had started, heading back down the narrow steps.
I heard the room grow quiet. Agony and the monster now stood beside the
ornate couch, returned to their human forms. My wife's moaning was the
only sound in the vast chamber as the massive dose of drugs continued
to increase in her beautiful, desperate body.
A large tray was carried to the front of the stage by one of the hooded
demons. A tall, glass goblet filled with thick, white liquid rose from
the center of the tray. Beside it was a pile of empty condoms, the
contents now emptied into the glittering goblet. Agony retrieved
another object from the tray and returned to the foot of the couch,
where she waited patiently. It appeared to be a large, ivory phallus,
three inches wide and a foot long. The hollow shaft was intricately
carved with decorative symbols and designs. The huge head narrowed to a
small tube, projecting two inches beyond the end of the evil looking
instrument.
Two of the hooded creatures appeared on the stage, taking positions to
either side of my delirious wife. Each of them grasped one of her
ankles and raised her legs up, then back over her shaking body, holding
her firmly in the awkward position. As they pulled her legs back and
apart, now in the air over her shoulders, her engorged, sopping
genitals were obscenely exposed for all to witness. A quiet murmur of
appreciation passed through the crowd as they watched her cunt throb,
spilling a trickle of liquid down the crack of her ass to the red
velvet under her.
Agony stood between her legs and began to insert the ivory dildo into
the swollen, slippery opening. She continued slowly until only a few
inches remained exposed. She stroked her clitoris lightly as she began
to rotate the shaft inside her. As she gently pushed and turned, she
finally felt the narrow tube at the far end slip through the opening in
her cervix and enter her womb. She continued to apply pressure until
two more inches of the cold, hard device disappeared inside her.
Agony then lifted the goblet from the tray and delivered it the
monster. He held the container over his head, looking over the chanting
crowd. His massive body towered over them as he joined the chanting. He
then lowered the goblet and took his place before my wife's exposed
cunt. Kneeling on the edge of the couch, he slowly poured the contents
of the glass into the hollow phallus. The thick, sticky liquid filled
nearly half the phallus, then slowly drained through the small tube,
filling her uterus. Agony removed the ivory shaft and the two demons
returned my wife's legs to the soft couch.
Leaning over her, he placed one hand on her belly, the other on her
stiff clitoris. He milked and rolled the throbbing finger of flesh as
his other hand gently circled her abdomen. She moaned and thrashed,
begging him to satisfy her, to fill her with his giant cock. She began
to orgasm, screaming loudly from an intensity she had never known. He
pressed with his huge hand, holding her down as his eyes exploded with
a brilliant red glow.
The semen inside her began to surge and expand, lashing painfully at
the walls of her womb. The genetic code in the long dead sperm was
ripped apart, then reassembled into millions of relentless predators,
quickly crossing the short distance to her newly released egg. The
helpless cell was soon bathed in a sea of the alien foe. Fertilized
instantly by hundreds of the attackers, it began to grow at an alarming
rate.
His hand remained on her belly as she recovered from the exhausting
orgasm, her limp body covered with sweat. Slowly her stomach began to
swell under his hand. Small, sharp lumps appeared, then vanished, as
her abdomen grew larger by the minute. She looked down between her
large, hard breasts in horror as she felt the new life moving within
her.
She began to panic as the skin over her stomach was stretched to its
limit. She now appeared to be at full term, her bloated midsection
spasming as the terrible contractions hit her. Her long, horrible
screams echoed through the chamber as the anxious creatures pushed
closer to the center of the room. Agony lowered her mouth to my wife's
ear, whispering softly in her addictively soothing voice. After she
calmed her, I saw their mouths meet, sucking lasciviously at each other
as the intense contractions continued.
A sharp jet of blood erupted from between my wife's legs, followed by a
river of red flowing onto the couch beneath her. With each new
contraction, globs of thick, greenish-yellow liquid rolled from her
widening vagina. Her abdomen bulged and spasmed, its contents trying to
escape. Her sudden piercing scream filled the pit as it pushed aside
her large, swollen labia and burst from her body.
The monster lifted it from the pool of blood and slime, cradling it in
his arms as he presented it to the audience. My wife lay in shock, her
exhausted body quivering, her eyes staring wildly into the darkness
above her. The thing he held more closely resembled a large slug than a
child. It wiggled slightly as he caressed it, making strange clicking
sounds from the ragged opening at one end. Rows of needle-like teeth
ringed the opening, the two tiny eyes glowing like hot embers.
He held the writhing thing in his outstretched arms as he spoke.
"A new life is born to our sacred family. Welcome him, and celebrate
this birth."
Applause and cheers rose from the assembly of demons below him. Several
robed figures took the newborn monstrosity from him and disappeared
into one of the passageways at the edge of the chamber. Agony helped my
wife to her feet, half-carrying her off the stage and into the same
dark tunnel.
The celebration began as ten young girls were led into the room from
one of the dark openings in the far wall. They appeared to range in age
from fifteen to twenty years old, all naked, all under the influence of
his powerful drugs. Fear and confusion was in their eyes, despite their
hardened nipples and swollen, wet genitals. They were led through the
crowd, given at random to small groups of the demons as they snarled
excitedly. I watched, horrified, as the helpless girls were molested
and tortured by the sadistic creatures. A few had been dragged to the
stage where they were brutally raped and sodomized by a waiting line of
demons. The young women's cries and screams filled the large pit as the
creatures' frenzy escalated.
The girls' screams grew more horrible as the stone floor began to turn
a deep red. As I looked closer, I realized that the floor was pooled
with the fresh blood. The sexual brutality was not enough for the
agitated creatures. They released their fury by slashing and tearing at
their helpless victims with powerful limbs and sharp claws. Directly
below me, three demons ripped open the flat belly of a screaming
teenage girl, tearing the bloody tangle of organs from her now lifeless
body.
The rampage lasted for hours. Wild growls and hisses gradually replaced
the terrified cries as the young girls were slaughtered. Blood and body
parts filled the hideous arena below me. My teeth chattered from the
bone-chilling cold in the vast, stone chamber.
Suddenly he appeared before me, his huge body covered with blood and
fragments of human flesh. He grinned at me as I struggled to remain
standing, overwhelmed by terror and the brutal cold. He entered my
mind, this time not with words, but with pure sensation. My head
exploded with pure terror, revulsion, and humiliation. He probed again,
deeper and more violently. My legs collapsed under me and I cried out
as the second blow stabbed at my brain.
Two sets of glowing eyes appeared beside him. "Take him!" he ordered. I
began to lose consciousness as blinding fear and panic overwhelmed me.
I felt their sharp claws explore my shaking, naked body as I escaped
into a black sleep.
