Published: 30.01.2010 / Copyright© 2010 by Many-Eyed Hydra
Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Magic, FemaleDom
Synopsis: Corporal Jason Gray is captured during a demonic incursion into our world. In a dungeon room he encounters the mysterious Capramendes, a beautiful succubus. What sinful plans does the Milkmaid have for his body.
Capramendes, the Milkmaid
Corporal Jason Gray was completely fubar’ed. He tried to think of a time in his life when he’d been more comprehensibly fucked and nothing came close, not even when those bastard lawyers had gleefully picked through the carcass of his failed marriage.
He lost his balance and stumbled forwards onto his knees. His captors giggled and yanked the chain binding his wrists together in front of him. Jason was dragged back to his feet.
He wondered what had happened to the rest of the squad.
Fubar’ed probably.
Whole fucking world was fubar’ed.
If this was even fucking Earth. Jason had his doubts. He suspected they might have slipped into hell-space or worse – hell-space had slipped into the world around them.
Ahead of him he saw a twisted baroque structure rising up against a roiling purple sky. It sat on top of a hill like a squat predator, waiting to grab any prey unwary enough to come within range of its claws. Fires flickered within its midnight-black walls, burning like hellion eyes. Above it black-winged forms flitted through a storm-ridden sky.
Fubar’ed. Completely and utterly fubar’ed.
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They’d been on leave. That was the worst part. They’d been fucking out, on R&R in the next state.
Nowhere near the fucking gate.
Even though it seemed barely credible, somehow Uncle Sam had found an even better meatgrinder to chew up its sons, one that made Iraq and Afghanistan look like prime vacation spots in comparison. H-space would have been the worst place on Earth had it actually been on Earth.
Jason didn’t know what it was. The eggheads reckoned they’d opened a doorway into some kind of parallel dimension. Jason reckoned they didn’t know shit either. All he knew was he’d been sent there twice on tours of duty and he hadn’t liked it one little bit. No sir.
At least he’d been lucky. He’d come back with body – and mind – intact.
The men called it hell-space and they had damn good reason. In Iraq or Afghanistan the hostiles might set your body on fire and leave the charred corpse hanging from the nearest bridge, but they didn’t pull men apart with the same ease as plucking tender chicken flesh from a bone. They didn’t do the … other things Jason had heard.
H-space was bad juju. Jason was glad to be the fuck out of there.
Or so he’d thought.
Jason didn’t have a fucking clue what had happened. He woke up one morning to find the sun hadn’t. Six a.m., Seven a.m., Eight a.m., Nine a.m.; no fucking sun, just sky the colour of an infected bruise.
There was no way to tell if this was happening just here, or everywhere. All the communications were out. No TV, no internet, no radio; he couldn’t even get a signal on his mobile.
The people really started freaking out when midday rolled round and the sky was still as dark as if it was evening. Jason watched the panic-stricken streets from their second floor hotel room.
“Shouldn’t we be down there, restoring order or something?” he asked Sergeant David Mendonca.
“Fuck that,” Mendonca replied. “They don’t want order; they want someone to pin the blame on. I ain’t planning on being a sacrificial scapegoat to a crazy mob.”
“They might be right,” Jason said. “To blame us.”
Mendonca didn’t say anything.
“Fucking scientists. Messin’ with stuff they don’t understand,” Jason muttered.
Matt Theobald burst into the room. “Wilcock’s freaking out,” he said.
“Fuck. I told them they should have sent that boy all the way home. Two weeks, two months, two years; doesn’t matter. No way they’re ever going to get him to go back through that gate again,” Mendonca said. He headed for the door. “I’ll go see if I can calm him down.”
Hell-space had totally fucked up Wilcock’s head. That kid was several whores short of a brothel in Jason’s opinion.
“That sky remind you of anything,” Matt said, staring out of the window.
“Yeah,” Jason replied.
“Fuck.”
They’d seen a sky like that before. On the other side of the gate.
The demons came just after nightfall. Jason watched them swoop out of the deepening sky on leathery black wings. Hundreds of them. Thousands of them. The air was filled with their obscene laughter. Jason’s guts tied together in a frozen knot as he watched the devils pluck people up off the road and carry them away, screaming, into the darkness.
“Jesus fuck,” Matt murmured.
“We gotta do something,” Jason said.
“With what,” Matt said. “The weapons are all back at the base. We got maybe a couple of small arms at most.”
“We get new ones,” Mendonca said. He pointed down to a building outside. “There.”
The neon fascia advertised hunting supplies.
“The hotel’s underground car park takes us to less than a block away,” Mendonca continued. “That should give us some cover. Get the men together and round up as many civilians as you can. No heroics. They start playing up with any kind of fuckery then you leave them behind.”
They heard a loud bang. A gunshot.
Private Martin Scanlan walked in. The left side of his face was splashed with blood and he wore a shocked expression. “Wilcock … he…”
Mendonca swore.
They didn’t have long to reflect as they heard shattered glass and screams from the room above them.
“Move your asses, soldiers,” Mendonca ordered.
Jason bust the leg off a wooden chair to serve as a makeshift club and followed his squad out into the corridor. Civilians were milling around in panic and confusion. Jason bellowed out orders, trying to shepherd them down the stairs. Behind him Matt did the same, trying to funnel the rushing people in a single direction. They heard more sounds of breaking glass as demons crashed through the windows of the rooms upstairs.
Down in the lobby they stared out through the glass entrance windows onto a scene of pandemonium. People were running round and screaming in panic as black-winged devils rained down on them from above. Jason froze, trying to think of the best course of action.
“This way,” Mendonca yelled. “The underground car park.”
Jason was about to follow when he saw a willowy blonde standing in the corridor beyond the lobby, right next to the restroom doors. She stared at the commotion with wide blue eyes. Jason met her gaze and indicated she should follow with a twist of his head. The girl was too frightened. She backed into the ladies’ restroom.
“Leave her,” Mendonca warned. “We can’t save everyone.”
“It’ll only take a moment,” Jason said. He knew he shouldn’t, but the girl reminded him of Valerie, back before their marriage had gone to shit.
Jason dashed across to the toilets and gently pushed the door open. He didn’t want to spook the girl more than she already was. The door closed behind him, shutting out most of the noise of the lobby. Quiet now, the room gave the appearance of a calm safe haven, an impression reinforced by the clean white light and pristine white tiles.
All an illusion, Jason thought. There was no safety here.
He heard the girl’s sniffling sobs and followed them to the last cubicle. The girl was sitting on the toilet, arms wrapped tightly around her knees.
“You can’t stay here, Miss,” Jason said. “It’s not safe.”
The girl didn’t hear him. She continued to rock on the toilet seat, sniffling as tears ran down her cheeks.
Jason got down low. He offered his hand in what he hoped was a non-threatening manner.
“Miss,” he said softly. “We need to go now.”
The girl stopped sniffling and tilted her head to look at Jason. Those wide blue eyes of hers were real heart-melters, Jason thought. The girl noticed his dog tags swinging over his civvie shirt.
“Are you here to save me?” she asked.
“I’ll do my best,” Jason said with a friendly smile. “I’m Jason, what’s your name?”
“Laura Lee,” the blonde replied.
“Okay Laura Lee, we really need to leave now. Are you ready?”
Laura Lee nodded. She put her hand in his and didn’t resist as he pulled her up off the toilet. He led her out of the restrooms. In the corridor he flattened his body against the wall and lifted up his makeshift club, trying to see if the demons had entered the lobby.
“Right, let’s be-”
The girl screamed loudly.
Jason turned. There was a demon standing right next to them in the corridor.
It was maybe an inch taller than Jason and he was just over six foot. Her leathery black wings were folded behind her.
Her.
It slipped in; it always did. As much as he wanted to think of them as ‘it’, he always lapsed into ‘her’ or ‘she’. It couldn’t be helped. The human parts of their anatomy were always absolutely stunning and they never made any attempt to cover themselves up. They had no shame. It was like staring at a porn star amazon while she brazenly showed off her breasts and pussy.
That’s what did for so many men out in hell-space. They were so busy thinking with their dicks they didn’t notice the claws until it was too late.
Alien. Indigenous species.
Yeah, right.
She had cloven hooves covered in downy red fur. There were pointed black horns jutting out of her forehead. A pointed devil’s tale twitched back and forth behind her. And don’t forget the wings.
What other evidence did they need?
“Run!” Jason bellowed to Laura Lee. “Follow the others.”
He turned and swung his club at the demon’s glamour model face. Her red eyes twinkled with amusement as she reached up and grabbed his wrist. All the strength in his arm drained away at her touch. Her other arm went around his waist, pinning his arm to his side as she pulled him close. She pressed her moist black lips against his in a forced kiss. Jason shuddered as an electric jolt ran through him.
There was something on her lips, a wet substance that seeped under his skin and spread a numbing sensation. Jason’s senses span and his knees buckled underneath him. He slid down into darkness.
Fubar’ed. Completely and utterly fubar’ed, Jason thought as they led him up the slope towards the castle.
One consolation was he appeared to be the only captive. Maybe the others, including Laura Lee, had managed to escape.
He lost his footing again and the demons yanked the chain to get him back on his feet. There were seven of them – all with horns, hooves, tails and leathery bat wings. Their skin was a variety of different iridescent hues.
They weren’t as tall or as imposing as the demon that had overpowered him, but there were seven of them and Jason’s hands were chained together at the wrists. There were also chains around his ankles. They were loose enough for him to be able to walk with a shuffling gait, but not loose enough for him to even think about running.
The worst part about the devils was they looked so fucking hot – even with their demonic features. They knew it as well and took every opportunity to flaunt their naked tits at him, or bend over to display the dripping gash of their pussies.
They couldn’t keep their hands off him either, eagerly groping and molesting his naked body. They whispered lewd suggestions in his ear while their clawed fingers reached under to tickle his balls and stroke teasingly against his cock.
Jason tried to ignore their attentions.
This wasn’t some cliched porn set up. He wasn’t a lucky bastard. He’d served two tours in hell-space and he’d heard all the rumours. He’d seen the screaming lunacy of the men that had been found alive … and the ghastly corpses of the ones that hadn’t.
His cock hadn’t got the memo, currently it was hard and twitched with each stolen caress.
Fubar’ed.
They passed through a gate that gaped wide like a fanged maw. Within, the castle buzzed with fervent, lascivious activity. Moans and cries of orgasmic bliss were juxtaposed against blood-curdling screams and lunatic laughter.
Jason looked through a window and saw the perfect white globes of a female demon’s ass pounding up and down on a hapless victim. The man was tied to a bed beneath her. It looked like a scene from a sex film, yet the man’s face was twisted in terror and he screamed as if being tortured.
Through a doorway he saw a woman in her late thirties tied to a cross and weeping. One demon had a face down in the woman’s crotch while another carved bloody red calligraphy across her naked breasts.
Jason passed more doorways, each revealing a scene of debauched degradation, as his captors led him down a black corridor lit by pungent scented candles. Maybe Wilcock had been the smart one after all, he thought grimly as he tried to stare straight ahead and ignore the horrors taking place on either side of him.
Fuck that. He wasn’t a quitter. He didn’t give up. While his heart was still beating in his chest he had hope. Uncle Sam wouldn’t stand for this. You hit Uncle Sam, you pissed him off, then you’d better be prepared for the complete shitstorm he’d unleash on your sorry ass.
The marines would come. Jason had to make sure he was still breathing when they kicked down the door.
The demons led him down some steps and into a dark room that looked like a dungeon chamber. A large black chair, upholstered in glossy black leather, stood beneath a spotlight. It looked like a dentist’s chair, only larger and more ornate. The demons giggled like naughty schoolgirls as they dragged him to it and strapped him in.
“We’d like so much to play with you, but you’re needed for the feast,” one of the demons whispered in his ear. She followed up with her tongue and Jason felt its boiling heat as she licked the inside of his ear.
The demons left, leaving Jason sitting alone in the darkness. The plush leather surface of the chair was warm against his naked skin. Under other circumstances he might have thought it comfortable.
He hated that. He’d rather the chair was hard cold stone.
Same for the demons. They had the same red-hot sexy faces and bodies as the porn stars he used to jerk off to. It was all so fucking wrong. Was this why the ones that came back alive, the ones that weren’t screaming freaks, never talked about it?
Jason strained against the straps, veins popping up on his arms as he tried to break free. There was no give at all.
Jason gritted his teeth and banged his head back against the soft head rest.
Fuck. He was going to die here. Some monster with the face of a sex goddess was going to torture and kill him for her own amusement.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
“I hope they weren’t too rough with you.” The voice was velvety smooth and came from the darkness at the far side of the room.
A pale-skinned girl walked into view. She was more human-looking than most of the other demons, so much so Jason had mistaken her for one at first. Now, as she moved into the light, he could see he was clearly wrong. A large and ornate pair of ram’s horns curved out of her platinum blonde curls. While her face had the perfect contours of a top model, her eyes were the colour of milk and empty of both iris and pupil.
She had the largest pair of breasts Jason had ever seen. Ridiculous, comic book, gag boob sized breasts. Well, technically he’d seen larger, but the women sporting those had been big just about everywhere as well. This girl wasn’t and despite their size, her breasts were as firm and as upswept as those of a model in her prime. Her tits defied, no castigated, gravity. Pink nipples the size of bolts pointed proudly upwards at the ceiling.
“Like what you see?” the girl asked, folding her arms underneath her boobs.
The breasts, yeah.
The ram’s horns, the creepy white eyes, the legs terminating in downy-white fur and hooves – not so much.
“Who are you?” he asked.
“I am Capramendes, the milkmaid,” the demon replied.
She ran a hand up Jason’s thick thigh and then across his heavily muscled chest. “What a splendid specimen,” she said.
“What do you want?” Jason asked. He flexed against his bonds again, popping out veins in his arms and chest as he struggled.
“I’m here for the milking,” Capramendes said, her voice smooth like whipped cream.
Milking? Him? What the fuck. He was a guy. He couldn’t produce milk.
Unless she was referring to her own breasts. They looked huge enough to contain a shit-ton of milk. Or whatever passed for demon milk.
Jason didn’t like this.
They didn’t always find soldiers dead or insane, sometimes they found them… changed.
Capramendes rubbed a balloon-sized breast up Jason’s side. The pale white flesh wobbled and quivered, fully laden with whatever passed for milk within the demon. Her flesh felt soft and warm, but Jason tried not to think about that and instead focused on his disgust.
The demon rubbed a soft hand across the hard slats of Jason’s abdominal muscles and then up across his chest. Her fingers casually toyed with his nipple.
“You’ll do nicely, very nicely indeed,” Capramendes said.
She leaned over until her huge tits were right in Jason’s face. They filled his vision and he smelt her scent, an intoxicating odour with a hint of fresh cream.
Jason jerked his head forward and snapped his teeth down into the soft flesh of her breast. In his current state it was the only defiance he could muster.
Even that seemed futile. He bit down with all his force and even ground his teeth together. It did nothing. The flesh of her boobs was soft like marshmallow, but although it gave beneath his teeth, he couldn’t bite out a chunk or even break the skin.
He wasn’t even hurting her. If anything she seemed to want it more as she pushed her breast against him until his face was pressing into the soft flesh. It even sounded like she was sighing in pleasure.
Disgusted, Jason opened his mouth and released her. Her skin sprang back to a ripe curve with not a mark on its surface to indicate where he’d bitten her.
Capramendes smiled at him, her cheeks lightly flushed, and ran a hand through his short hair.
“You can do that all night,” she purred.
Fucking great. His attempts to hurt her had only turned her on.
“Now it’s my turn to get you in the mood,” she said, her voice like creamy silk.
She pressed her breasts down onto his face, smothering him between two warm cushions. Jason inhaled the rich cream of her scent, then nothing as his head was pressed into a soft pillow that covered his face like a mask. Capramendes jiggled her body against him, letting her smooth skin rub against his nose, lips and cheeks. Her hand walked down into his lap and began to tap against his cock with practised, deft little fingertip touches.
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His cock ignored him. It sprang to attention and steadily grew longer and harder as she caressed it with skilled fingers.
Capramendes paused and lifted her breasts off Jason’s face. “Would you like a little suckle?” she asked with a mischievous smile.
A droplet of whitish-pink liquid oozed from her right nipple. It had the colour of strawberry milkshake and the consistency of thick cream.
Jason clenched his teeth shut and turned his head away.
No fucking way was that shit getting past his lips. She wasn’t turning him into one of their pet monsters.
“Oh, don’t be like that,” Capramendes cooed. “I taste really nice.”
She smirked and dropped her breasts on his face again. This time it seemed like she really meant to suffocate him. His face was pushed right up into her cleavage and she crossed her arms behind his head to hold him there. Soft flesh pressed all around his face. Jason felt his lungs start to burn as he craved air, sweet oxygen. He struggled and squirmed, but was completely smothered beneath the heavy pillows of her breasts.
He couldn’t hold his breath any longer. He was going to pass out.
Capramendes released him and Jason’s mouth fell open as he took a gasp of much needed O2. It was an unconscious act and one Capramendes was waiting for as she forced her nipple into Jason’s mouth.
He tried to reject it, to spit it out, but the full force of her enormous breast was behind it, filling his mouth. Her arm hooked around the back of his head and held him in place despite his struggles.
Jason felt a trickle of liquid against his tongue, sweet like strawberries and cream. The trickle became a steady stream and the back of his mouth started to fill up.
Don’t swallow. Fucking don’t swallow.
Capramendes pinched his nose shut with her other hand. Jason was getting his medicine whether he liked it or not.
He swallowed. The sweet liquid slid down his throat.
Capramendes removed her nipple from his mouth and Jason desperately coughed and retched as he tried to expel the fluid from his body. It was no good. Her tainted milk had already reached his stomach and he could feel its warmth spreading out through his body.
“Now let’s give that a chance to work,” Capramendes said.
She walked away and came back with a three-legged stool in one hand and a metal pail in the other. A milking stool and a milkmaid’s pail, Jason thought. He’d seen objects like them in the costume romances his wife used to watch, although not as elaborate as these. The stool was made from ebony, with lewd nymphs carved into each of the three legs. The pail was made of obsidian-black metal and pornographic scenes, like friezes in ancient temples to perverted gods, were etched around the sides.
Capramendes placed the stool and bucket down next to Jason. She sat on the stool and smiled at him while one hand lazily stroked up and down his erection and the other caressed and played with his exposed testicles. Her teasing fingers sent pleasant little shivers up Jason’s spine.
His balls felt a little weird, like two balloons slowly expanding from a steady trickle of water. She massaged his sac, coaxing even more of that odd – but pleasant – feeling of growing bigger and fuller.
Capramendes steered his throbbing cock between the soft pillows of her breasts and squeezed them together. Jason sighed then. He couldn’t help it; it felt so good. Capramendes looked up at him and smiled. She placed her hands on either side of her breasts and jiggled them up and down, letting the silky surface of her boobs rub against his twitching cock.
Jason didn’t know what to think. He’d been steeling himself for death, torture or worse. Instead he was feeling his cock being smooshed between the largest, softest tits he’d ever seen or felt. Her breasts were enormous. Jason was a well-endowed man. The other guys jibed him about it all the time. Yet his cock sank completely beneath the waves of her creamy-white breasts and drowned in pleasure.
“I think you’re ready now,” Capramendes purred.
Ready for what? Jason wasn’t sure he wanted to know.
She moved back and his cock sprang out of the smothering grip of her cleavage. She gripped it and pumped her hand up and down his shaft while she rubbed his glans against the smooth skin of her right breast.
Did she want to make him come on her giant tits. Or into the pail. Maybe that was what she meant by ‘the milking’.
That didn’t seem so bad, Jason thought.
Then her right breast started to pulse and quiver. She brushed the head of his cock against her nipple and the nub suddenly popped inside out, inverting itself back into her pale breast. Capramendes pushed her body forward and Jason’s cock began to follow her nipple as she pressed his member into the soft flesh of her breast.
What was happening?
Jason’s erection was rock-hard and her tit was soft, so he would have expected some give as she pressed her breast against him. This was more. Much more. His cock sank deeper and deeper into the round white curve of her breast. It looked – as fucking crazy as it sounded – as if her smooth white flesh had rolled all the way up his shaft until his entire cock was embedded in her tit right up to the root.
What the fuck?
Jason couldn’t make sense of what he was seeing.
It must be some kind of trick, some kind of optical illusion. Her heavy breast was pressed right into his crotch and he couldn’t see his cock at all. It must be pushed underneath, or maybe off to the side.
That contradicted what his cock was telling him. He felt as though he was buried up to the hilt in something that was lusciously warm and luxuriously soft.
Her boob had engulfed his cock and he felt the soft tissue within it pressing all around him. Her breast pulsed like the beat of a great heart and Jason failed to stifle a pleasurable moan as he felt a squeezing contraction start around the root of his cock and then roll up the shaft.
What the fuck was that? Oh –
Her breast pulsed again and Jason closed his eyes as another moan of pleasure escaped his lips. That felt so good. It was like being enveloped in a warm pussy that had the muscular control of a hand. Capramendes sat on her stool and smiled at him.
“Like that?” she said, her voice soft and seductive.
She fondled the pink nipple of her other pendulous breast while the one wrapped around Jason’s cock pumped it with luscious squeezes. The motion was unsettling, a little like the pulsing bell of a jellyfish, but the pleasure as her soft boob sucked on his cock was indescribable.
“Yeah,” Jason said in between sighs.
Her breast pulsed again and another blissful wave ran along Jason’s cock. It felt like it didn’t stop there, as if her sumptuous flesh was squeezing all up his body, sucking on the totality of him.
Capramendes reached under her breast and cupped Jason’s balls.
“Lovely and ripe,” Capramendes said as she massaged his swollen sac.
Fuck. He was going to come.
“Yes, come,” Capramendes said, voice soft like cream. “Come right in my lovely soft breast.”
Another throbbing pulse rolled up his cock. And another. And another. Faster and faster until Jason squirmed and thrashed in ecstasy as her deliciously soft boob flesh bunched around and tugged on his cock.
He couldn’t hold back any more.
His hips jolted up and his cock squirted a thick torrent of cum right into the heart of her pulsing breast. No, not a breast. Something else. None of his cum leaked out, not a single drop. Her breast absorbed it as thoroughly as it had engulfed his cock.
Fuck. Jason had never felt an orgasm as intense as that. Too intense. It felt like it had ripped out part of him with it.
It wasn’t over.
Capramendes smiled at him while her freakish breast continued to pulse around and pump his cock with voluptuous squeezes. While the initial violence had passed, Jason’s ejaculation showed no signs of ending. She was milking him, the cushioned embrace of her boob pumping out a steady stream of his cum.
It wasn’t just his cum.
Lethargy was creeping across him and settling in his bones.
“What are you doing to me?” he asked, trying to fight through the pulsing waves of pleasure rolling through his body.
“I’m milking out your vitality,” Capramendes smiled.
Capramendes tweaked her other nipple between her thumb and forefinger. She leaned forward so her left breast was pointing downwards in the direction of the jet-black pail. He watched as she tugged on her nipple and her breast responded by squirting a stream of dark red liquid. It hit the base of the bucket with a splash.
Oh fuck. He knew the stories.
That liquid was his stolen life essence, Jason realised with horror, drawn into and distilled within her body. It was his soul in liquid form. She was milking him, drawing out his energy and squirting it out into her bucket like a milkmaid with a cow.
They fucked men and drained their life essence. They fucked them to death.
“This is gonna kill me,” Jason stated.
Capramendes smiled. “Some think it’s a price worth paying,” she said, her voice as rich as the smoothest cream, “for the pleasure.”
The soft flesh of her boob squished against his cock and Jason threw back his head and released an inarticulate moan. Another pulse of ecstasy ran through his body and he responded by pumping a thick gout of sperm into the smothering flesh of her breast. He couldn’t stop. She was pumping out all his life, soul, chi, energy, or whatever it was.
Fucked to death, ha ha. Everyone had a good laugh about that one.
Joke got old real fast when you saw the bodies all dried up like ancient mummies.
Her other breast was pulsing, the white globe heaving as she squirted jets of his liquefied essence into the bucket. She continued like that – one breast pumping a load of cum from his body, the other squirting his distilled life essence into the black pail.
The pleasure was incredible. That was the worst part. The pleasure was fucking incredible. It was like he was fucking the hottest honey in the whole wide universe and time had fucking stopped – or at least slowed right down – at the moment of orgasm so the bliss felt like it was being drawn out for eternity.
It was fucking killing him.
Each pulse and he felt weaker and weaker.
She tugged her nipple and another squirt of his stolen life essence splashed into the bucket.
Not like this. Please fucking God. Not like this.
Not squirting his life out into a fucking bucket.
Jason wasn’t the sort to expect his prayers to be answered. Back in the day his mama had tried dragging him off to church, but the good book had never really taken hold of his life. He was a good Christian, well most of the time, just not a very active one.
Jason saw something that threatened to change that forever. Something that caused hope to flare in his heart and make him think the light of the good Lord had managed to find him, even in the darkest place of all.
Behind the demon, in the shadows at the back of the room, he saw a skinny blonde girl with big blue frightened eyes.
He recognised her. It was Laura Lee, the girl he’d tried to help back at the hotel.
What was she doing here? Had she been captured and then escaped? She looked absolutely terrified.
Don’t run away, Jason thought. Please don’t fucking run away.
For one terrible moment he thought she might. She glanced behind her into the darkness, as if she meant to run, but then she stared back and their eyes met.
Don’t run, Jason thought, desperately trying to hold eye contact, desperate to maintain a connection.
“Mmm, you taste delicious,” Capramendes said. “I wish I could drink you all up myself. You’ll provide an exquisite wine for the feast.”
She slowed down the pumping motions, her boob squishing against Jason’s cock with deep, slow squeezes. Jason opened his mouth and gasped as the contractions seemed to roll up his whole body, as if she’d engulfed the whole of him in her slowly pulsing breast. Jason’s spine tensed as he continued to spurt his life essence into her amorphous flesh.
His eyes pleaded with Laura Lee. He was running out of time. The bliss was steadily overwhelming his resistance, drowning out his thoughts and threatening to submerge his mind to the point of being lost forever. His skin was losing its colour as Capramendes drained his vitality. He felt like he was greying out like a black and white photo.
What was the girl doing? Jason watched in frustration as she paused and looked around her.
Then he understood as she picked up a long rod of black metal with a bulbous end. She held the weapon up and her gaze met Jason’s.
Good girl, he thought. He motioned his approval with a slight nod of his head.
Now come and get this bitch.
The girl seemed hesitant at first, but then she started to creep towards Capramendes.
The demon was still unaware of the girl’s presence. She continued to milk Jason’s cock with the remorseless suction of her engulfing breast. Jason cried out as another monstrous orgasm erupted through the low level stream of constant ejaculation and set his body writhing and spasming outside of his control.
Oh fuck. Neither his mind or body could take much more of that. He fixed Laura Lee with a desperate stare and urged her on.
Closer. Closer. She was right behind the demon now, raising the metal club above her head as she steeled herself for the strike.
“Now!” Jason yelled, hoping to tip the girl into action.
Capramendes looked up. Laura Lee looked down. Their eyes met.
Laura Lee smiled.
“Now…” Jason tailed off.
What?
Laura Lee lowered her club and smiled at Jason. Her blue eyes glittered with cruel amusement. She dipped her ladle…
that’s what the club was – a fucking ladle
… into the bucket and brought up a red liquid that shimmered with streaks of iridescent gold and silver. She placed it to her full lips and sipped the liquid.
“How is it?” Capramendes asked, her breast squeezing against Jason’s cock as she slowly pumped out the last dregs of his essence.
Laura Lee’s form shimmered, became less human, more demonic. A pair of long pointed horns grew out of her temples. He watched as the tips of her folded wings emerged behind her pale shoulders.
“Delicious,” the blonde demon replied.
No. Fuck no. It was all a fucking trap.
Crushing realisation flattened Jason to the chair. His energy was nearly all gone. He felt the last of it draining away into the cushioned depths of her gigantic breast as Capramendes pumped it out of his cock. Her pulses were slow and deep now and his heart fell into the same slow rhythm. A relaxing numbness spread through his body.
“The freshness of hope seasoned with bitter black despair makes for a delectable combination,” the blonde demon said.
Jason had no fight left to even curse them. He managed only a soft ecstatic groan as he gave up his life and soul with one final ejaculation into the soft, cloying suction of Capramendes’s breast. While above them the castle danced and writhed to a lunatic cacophony of carnal tortures, the basement room was still and quiet … save for soft little splashes as the milkmaid filled her pail.
THE END