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The flickering illumination of distant lightning cast a pallid illumination over Judy. The ghostly light crept over the lop's shoulders, framed her ears, silhouetted wispy strands of hair... but the light did not creep in far, leaving her body and her face cast in shadow but for two glittering eyes.

"I have to tell the two of you something...." Judy's voice was a whisper, "but you aren't going to believe me."

"Jesus," Desiderio shook his head, his clipped on hair braids flopping against his shoulders. "We already know better than to trust anything you say!"

"He's right..." Rachel shifted uncomfortably, trying to tuck her penis back between her legs without being too obvious. "You do try to convince us of stupid stuff a lot."

"God, you two are the worst!" Judy hurled her pillow at them. With both of the subs perched on the foot of her bed it was easy to target both at once but Desi easily caught the pillow and flipped it back into Judy's face.

"Can you blame us?" Desi retorted, "I'm sure you're just making up excuses for why you didn't help us clean."

"You've told us that Dungeon Master is really a billionaire playboy living a secret life here." Rachel began counting down on her fingers, "that he doesn't have a real name beyond Dungeon Master. That sergals aren't real animals and they invaded from another dimension, led by him. And that his favorite color is green!"

"Do you know how hard he beat me for getting his favorite color wrong?" Desi glared at Judy but the lop didn't care; she knew Desi had liked it.

"Yeah yeah, but you know... there's two lessons in The Boy Who Cried Wolf." She pointed at them sternly, "One, of course, is don't make shit up or no one will believe you. But the other is that if you don't believe someone ever just because they told some lies you're going to miss some really important truths. No one lies all the time!"

Desi shook his head, "that story I so racist...."

Rachel leaned forward, "Go ahead! Even if it's a lie your stories are entertaining!"

"Alright... this all happened earlier today," she looked each one of them in the eyes in turn. "During the Halloween party...."

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Dungeon Master always liked to have holiday parties for his staff but generally they were for just the staff; few customers of bondage dungeons wanted to spend their holidays away from their families. Halloween was different, though. Whether you went to bars or clubs or house parties the adult experience of Halloween was to party. And Dungeon Master loved to throw a good party!

The mansion's main ballroom had been decorated for a massive fetish ball, much of the equipment usually kept in the bedroom play areas or the basement torture areas transplanted into the cyclopean hall while the dining tables had been moved out. For a single entrance fee the customers could come and sample a huge variety of bondage implements, from tables of whips and paddles to full-sized cages and racks. Nearly any fantasy could be achieved tonight in this one room.

The sprawling mansion still seemed unreal to Judy even though she'd been living there for years now. Dungeon Master had found her at another fetish ball, very much like this one, and asked her to come be one of his professional, live-in slaves. Faced with the towering, terrifying behemoth of a man how could she possibly have said no?

Now she cleaned the mansion, did the dishes, cooked meals... whatever Dungeon Master and the other Doms and Dommes required of her. She also had her official duties as a sub for which she received a modest pay on top of the room and board she was provided with. Now and then the professional Doms might take some interest in her, too, but Dungeon Master was the only person she ever really thought of as her Master. And yet she still knew so little of the man; not even how he'd managed to come by this sprawling estate.

Judy was drawn out from her spectral contemplation of the party by a whip crack, leaving a long welt under her fur. She writhed in the stocks, clamped around neck, wrists and ankles while her witch's hat fell from her head. She didn't know who was abusing her, some random customer she couldn't even see, but he or she didn't have Dungeon Master's skill with the implement. Not that it was a surprise, this night was for trying out new things after all, but the slap of leather was not the ideal use of the tool nor did it leave the ideal result.

A sign above her head invited patrons to "punish the witch" like some Salem trial and an hour into the party she was feeling plenty sore. The table next to her was littered with tools, most of which being whips or switches, floggers and paddles... the typical means of punishment. There were some others, though; feathers and dildos, butt plugs and anal beads... even a bowl of condoms. Since patrons had paid for admittance, not the services of the staff, legally nothing that happened tonight was prostitution. No one had yet been brave enough, though.

From Judy's position in the stockade she could see Desi, wearing a cheerleader outfit with no attempt to obfuscate his masculinity, stretched out on a rack. It looked as if every one of the cuffs that had been on display next to him now adorned his body; someone had enjoyed finding places for them. Whole limbs had been sheathed in leather bindings, his neck so covered in collars the monkey couldn't lower his chin and belts joined a tight corset around his torso.

He squirmed on the rack, a blindfold and a gag having also been applied, while a thin leather cuff was cinched around the capuchin's erect cock to join the one already squeezing the base of his testicles. Judy sighed wistfully, wishing someone had been so brave with her organs.

Rachel, wearing the classic Princess Leia outfit from the Jabba the Hutt scene, was chained up on top of a table by a thematic gold collar. Her erection was still tucked back into her loin cloth, her secret not yet revealed to the patrons. She looked frightened and ashamed, the fennec's massive ears drooping over her shoulders, but that was usual for her. She drew forth a particular breed of abuse from customers with those sad looks.

Her tiny midget frame trembled under the brutal sense play she was being subjected to and Judy well knew the girlish whimper that would be escaping her lips. Rachel knelt obediently, though, with no protest while ice cubes were pressed to her nipples. It was no short torture, Judy having watched them press into the fox's breasts for minutes under a patron's leather gloves, likely almost melted now. From behind someone else applied icy hot to welts on the poor girl's back, eliciting the opposite breed of pain.

Judy was getting so hot and wet watching the other two get abused. The whips and switches were nice but repetitive and she was longing for something more.

"Get in there, slave!" Judy heard a woman say behind her followed by a muffled whimper. She saw the girl's hand, fur painted red with false claws applied, reach for a condom and a butt plug. In a moment she felt the plug pop into her ass and she squirmed, muffling a cry. Then she felt him, the gagged boy the Domme had addressed, pressing his wrapped cock tip into her slit. Her labia slowly eased around his head, moist and throbbing with tortured arousal, until he'd sunken into her lips and pressed to her vaginal passage. She heard the smack of a paddle and suddenly he was inside, literally driven deep by the impact.

"Now hold still, you little slut..." Judy groaned around the boy's cock, driven in too quickly and brutally for comfort, while she listened to his Mistress. From his gasp and her pleased groan, not to mention the slick popping sound beneath it all, she surmised that the Mistress had entered him with a strap-on. As she humped his ass, growling as she bit him savagely, the boy's cock was driven in and out of Judy's sopping cunt by the motion.

While she moaned under the dual assault she seemed to be gathering an interested crowd, the idea of forcing one sub to use another's body novel to many of the Masters and Mistresses. An eager doe squirrel was made to lie at her bound feet, licking at her ticklish foot while the rodent clenched her own tail between her legs, using it like a bundle of feathers to tickle the rabbit's other foot. Another pair appeared before her: a border collie in a regal pirate outfit, of far higher quality than a usual Halloween costume, directing a girl in front of her.

At least, Judy had thought it was a girl. The sheep was so lovely and effeminate in his harem girl outfit, all transparent silk scarves and pants with a tightly clinging G-string, that she could have sworn he was a girl. His flat chest proved her wrong, though, as did the cock his pirate Mistress drew from the sheer, shimmering fabric of the G-string.

The pirate cooed to her little sheep, pressing in close against his back while her fingers stroked over his pink, veiny shaft. She nibbled at his ears and neck, pressing her breasts to his shoulders... far more tender and kind than Judy was used to seeing from Dommes. "Now don't make a peep or I won't let you paint the witch's face, little girl." The sheep bit his lip, arms bound behind his back, desperately trying to restrain his bleating cries.

Judy opened her mouth, tongue lolling out to accept the boy's cock. The pirate chuckled and shook her head, "oh no, this isn't for you, Hecate. She's just going to baptize you." The sheep's breathing grew heavy, his eyes closed tight while the collie's twin paws pumped at his throbbing cock.

Judy could feel the speed increasing behind her, pussy clamping down tight around the slave boy buried in her, his bony hips pounding savagely against her plump ass while he was driven into her. A thin strip of flesh stood between his member and the butt plug, tortured by the pinching of the two. For all his squirming and pulsing inside of her it seemed as if he was only an extension of the Mistresses' strap-on, her deep thrusts pounding through Judy's hips and thumping into her belly.

While she watched the cross dresser in front of her battle with his instinct to moan in pleasure others were gathering before her. As she still squirming from the assault on her furred feet more men pulled out their cocks and began masturbating, each one aimed squarely at her face. Dark and black shafts, pink and pale organs, some cut and some straining out of their rings of foreskin... soon there simply wasn't room for more to encircle her.

The slave abusing her slit came first, the wild throbbing of his orgasm sending shivers through Judy's body while her toes clenched against the tongue and tail of the squirrel. While the boy filled up his loose condom with seed the sheep came as well, finally losing his war of control and bleating while his cock jumped in the collie's hand, spraying ropes of hot seed over the rabbit's face. The others followed suit in time, some soon after and the last full minutes later but all stayed until the last man had covered her gasping muzzle. She could feel the warm, salty fluid soaking into her fur, spread across her nose and closed eye lids, some dripping on her waiting tongue and down upon the squirrel at her feet.

The sheep's Mistress had pulled a paddle from the table to punish his noisemaking with, eliciting quite a few more cries from the frightened pet while the other slaves drew from her slit and tortured toes. The other men who had cum on her face, mainly seeming to be Doms for their part, departed as well with little ceremony, unconcerned about the woman they'd all just made use of. The boy who had entered her and his Mistress departed from behind and she never even saw who they were or what they had looked like besides that one devil hand.

Donovan came to her while she hung alone and panting in the stocks. The wolf Dom was wearing the laziest excuse for a vampire costume, typically putting little effort into anything. He merely wore some false fangs over his canines and a cheap cape over his shoulders, a Dom harness and a spiked codpiece beneath and doing nothing for the outfit.

"I think that earns you a break," he chuckled to her and began unlocking the stocks. "You're going to need to be a little rested for some of what's waiting for you."

She felt bad, a little bit, like she should be able to take the torture endlessly but deep down she knew he was right. This was going to be a long night and she was already well abused. When he pulled her from the stocks she could hardly stand. The aching in her wrists and ankles was much worse than she'd anticipated.

Before she'd been taken more than a few steps Tatiana led a new sub to the stocks, this one a patron who likely requested his own turn. That or Tatiana had taken a shine to the sub and decided to do whatever shi wished with him. It was rarely just business with the shemale dominatrix.

Donovan eventually deposited Judy at the foot of Dungeon Master's throne, a large contraption ripped from some Conan novel and situated at one end of the ballroom. He took one of the elaborate, steel collars affixed to the throne and clasped it around her neck before returning to the party. It wasn't exactly pampering but there was a pillow for her to sit on and she wanted nothing more than to be at Dungeon Master's feet anyway... but he wasn't there.

She didn't have to wait long, stroking the aches from her joints and smelling the semen soaked into her fur, before Dungeon Master did return. She was less than thrilled, though, to see him carrying a boy in his massive arms.

Dungeon Master clipped another of the throne's collars around the gerbil's neck and she looked him over jealously. He was short, even shorter than her, and very lithe. He was dressed in a classic Bettie Page outfit, lingerie and a bob haircut wig. She seethed at the attention Dungeon Master gave him; every day except Halloween she was dressed like that. She emulated Bettie Page nearly to the point of worship! And here, on Halloween, he was showing favoritism to some boy in the same outfit?

Dungeon Master barely even noticed Judy was there while he doted on the boy. The gerbil climbed into Dungeon Master's lap, clambering right up his massive legs, and snuggled up against the sergal's chest. The self-determination and affection was unforgivable in a slave but Dungeon Master merely pet the boy's head like he was a kitten curled up in a lap.

The customers did not come up to disturb the dark lord, dressed in a Conan costume for the party, as he was obviously occupied. It wasn't far from his normal attire, if anything just a little less bondage-y than usual, but the look fit him easily. Even in a crisp suit Dungeon Master would look like some old world barbarian lord stepping straight out of a Gor novel. An imposing aura just dripped from the sergal, as if everything was beneath him and that was only right; Judy could hardly look at her Master without swooning.

Yet what was his name? A bizarrely rare species she'd never even heard of before meeting him, towering over all but the absolute tallest people she'd ever seen and built like the largest of Olympians... and yet he had such a low profile in the world. He had money but she had no idea how much, just that he never seemed to be short on it. He was a successful businessman but in what was vague; sex toys didn't pay for a mansion. She'd heard he used to be involved in adult films but even so... and he spent most of his time simply enjoying the dungeon he lorded over rather than brokering business deals in a secret career.

Dungeon Master stroked a finger under the gerbil's chin, leaning in close to whisper something. As big as he was, though, his voice couldn't help but carry to Judy. He asked the gerbil about his life; where did he live, who had he come with, and what sort of associations did he have with his family. The boy seemed to be here alone, visiting in secret from a small town some miles away and did not get along with his family; hence the secrecy in his visit.

Judy cursed, believing Dungeon Master must intend on recruiting the gerbil as another live-in slave. Her reasons may be selfish but she still didn't like the idea of having her little family of subs altered on her. Besides, the boy's Bettie Page attire made him seem like direct competition for her.

He leaned in close and nibbled the gerbil's shoulder, "I want to take you to a more... private entertainment. Something darker...." The gerbil nuzzled against Dungeon Master's thick finger and licked at the appendage. It was probably as thick as the boy's penis, small as he was. Judy was shocked by the difference, the same way she was anytime she saw Rachel next to the sergal; Dungeon Master could practically swallow the boy whole!

Judy fumed quietly to herself while Dungeon Master unclasped the collar from the boy's neck and again carried him away, exiting the ballroom through a side door. As soon as the portal had closed she was gesturing wildly to the other Doms and Dommes, desperate for one of them to come and help her.

Finally Brenda took notice of her, the severe dominatrix dressed as the Baroness from GI Joe and dragging her personal pet, a black cat with odd yellow markings named Freya, behind her. The feline was dressed as Wonder Woman tied up in her own golden lasso.

When they approached closer Judy smiled brightly, "that costume is brilliant, Freya!"

Brenda scowled, the Dalmatian giving Freya's leash a sharp tug. "Don't talk to her! You talk to me instead. Now what do you want?"

"I need out of this collar." Judy tugged at the metal ring.

"Why in the world would I let a slave out of their collar?" Judy had been afraid Brenda would be like this... or the others, really. But only the professional Doms and Dommes had keys.

Judy squeezed her thighs together tightly and squirmed, "but I need to pee...!" Her lip quivered as she looked up at Brenda, "And the Master is gone so he can't let me out."

Brenda seemed to honestly consider still refusing Judy her momentary freedom but eventually she relented, "fine...." She pulled out her key ring and undid the collar. "We wouldn't want the cushions to stink this early in the night."

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"Seriously," Desi stretched out his legs, long toes curling and uncurling as he stretched, letting the night's abuses crack from his sore muscles. "You want to tell us you got jealous of a customer?"

Judy scowled even though they couldn't see it with her back to the pale moon and the distant storm casting the only light. "I'm getting to the good part."

"Why did you want to follow him, anyway?" Rachel queried. "I mean, were you going to watch them fuck? Or did you think you could stop them somehow? I just don't see the point."

"Look, I was jealous of the attention." Judy rubbed her temple. Her friends were pains in the ass. "I wanted to figure out what he was doing for Dungeon Master that I wasn't."

"You could skip the party and sex...." Rachel blushed deeply, "we were there after all."

"But...." Judy peered at the girl in confusion, "why would I want to skip the sex?" Judy looked down and saw the girl had grown an erection, poking against the tight fabric of her loin cloth. Rachel was honestly and deeply embarrassed by her penis, still saving up for the operation that would remove it. Losing the organ would actually hurt her professionally, pre-op transsexuals being as rare as they were popular in the sex worker scene, but it was easily worth the financial setback to the tiny fennec.

"Oh... I'm getting you horny, huh?" Rachel blushed more, drawing a giggle from Judy. The fennec may be very embarrassed but the lop knew well that being embarrassed turned her on. So Judy stretched out one long leg, pressing the sole of her thick foot to Rachel's bulge and gently stroked her cock.

"Really?" Desi asked while Rachel bit her lip, stifling a moan and trembling, "you're just going to do that right in front of me?"

Judy smirked at Desi. He could be a bit queeny at times. She suspected he was seeking out punishment for his attitude... and he insisted she was projecting her sick fantasies onto him. "You want some, too?" He shook his head with snicker, as Judy knew he would. The monkey was very, very gay... though he'd let a girl dominate him for enough money. "Then shut up and let me finish my story. I'm getting to the first important part!"

---

Judy listened intently down the dark hallway, the sound of the party thumping through the wall behind her. Thank goodness she had those big rabbit ears or she might not have heard the distant creeks of floorboards over the rumble. She took off quietly, padding along on bare feet to pursue and glad for the black witch's costume she'd chosen almost at random for the night.

She followed the distant, telltale sounds up stairways and around corners, careful not to catch up lest she be caught, until finally she came to the tall double doors of Dungeon Master's own bedroom. He rarely brought others inside, herself only having been permitted twice. Nights as brutal as they were beautiful, spending the night wrapped in silk sheets and thick blankets while a monster of a man used her body to sate his vicious desires. He was huge, hung every bit like the giant he was, and he had stretched Judy to the point of pain both times. And when he was done he simple set her aside and went to sleep, not a single word or gesture of affection.

It was everything Judy had ever wanted from a man.

Tonight the door was left slightly ajar, the burdening gerbil clearly making it difficult for Dungeon Master to handle the knob. When she peeked through the crack, though, she could see no one on the bed. She scanned around through her thin sliver and noticed a corridor she did not recall leading out of the room. Almost as soon as she saw it, though, a bookcase came sliding over the passage.

Nearly disbelieving her eyes Judy pushed the door open and walked up to the bookcase. She could see no sign of the hidden passageway as she scanned around the wooden frame. Instead she fumbled with everything she could find on the piece of furniture, trying to locate a hidden switch somewhere. No book, no ornament, nothing seemed to make the bookcase move. She sat on the bed grumpily, thinking she must have imagined it.

Then she spotted the gerbil's lingerie in a huddled pile by the wall. Clearly Dungeon Master had stripped him before proceeding but why over there? Nothing was over there but a painting of the mansion under a stormy sky and a light fixture, done in the style of a candle stick despite being an electric light, sticking out from the wall.

Judy cautiously wrapped her fingers around the false candle stick and tested it gently, nervous too much pressure would break it. But the light fixture gave a little and so she pulled harder. The whole thing clicked downward and, sure enough, the bookcase came sliding over from a tenebrous passage and a chthonic stairway beyond.

Thinking quickly Judy took the gerbil's discarded stockings, tying one end around the light fixture and the other around the leg of a desk, stretched taught and holding the secret passage in the open position. So long as she left before those two she could undo the stockings and leave with no one the wiser that she'd been there at all.

She proceeded into the yawning chasm and down the winding descent carefully, afraid she'd turn a corner and be exposed, but the steps seemed to continue down for eons. Dungeon Master's room was located on the top floor of the mansion and by now, Judy estimated, she must at least be on the basement level. Finally she turned a corner with light streaming around it, red and pallid, and pressed tight up against the wall. She peeked carefully around the edge of the staircase into a large, furtive cellar cut off from the rest of the basement level.

The cellar was a bizarre exercise in poor design and to look at it hurt Judy's head. The bricks thickened and thinned in random patterns that made the walls seem to pulse and those peripheries were all set at irregular angles. Not a single plane in the room was flat and even, instead forming a complex geometric shape that, as she scanned the room, she began to suspect was literally impossible, like an M. C. Escher image.

At one end of the non-Euclidian cellar an oblong fireplace blazed, the fire itself a sickly off-shade of yellow and orange. The toxic light it casts upon Dungeon Master and his little sub pulsed like a heartbeat on their sweat laden fur.

The sub was sprawled out upon a circular dais, or perhaps merely a glorified raised table, with red runes carved in a ring all around its rim that caught the diseased glow of the hearth like the eyes of lofty predators, glowing with malice from the rough-hewn stone. Judy had arrived just as Dungeon Master fastened the last of the manacles lining the outer edge of the altar to the gerbil's limbs, dark bands of iron on heavy chains. The gerbil's excitement was palpable, dizzy with the room's strange contours and heart pounding with delicious fear in the hidden cellar.

"I see..." the gerbil mumbled against his chest, looking down his body at Dungeon Master as the sergal circled him. The boy's cock rose eagerly upward, trembling with raw arousal. "All these strange angles, they come to a point in the ceiling."

Judy's eyes followed the off-kilter corners of the room to the ceiling and sure enough, illogical as it was impossible, the lines all converged there far overtop the gerbil. From up there the lines seemed purposeful and organized in some strange form of chaos that found shape.

"Just an old cellar with warping walls, nothing more..." Dungeon Master crooned. In his heavy paws he carried a sort of chain of flat silver, glistening with terrible beauty, every link a unique shape that shouldn't fit together yet there was no seem. "Do you understand the significance of being collared by one such as me? That I shall own you, body and soul, to do with as I please?"

The gerbil nodded eagerly, squirming on the table. "Of course! This isn't the first time I've been collared...."

One of Dungeon Master's paws shot out, thumb and forefinger gripping either side of the boy's muzzle. The gerbil suddenly looked afraid, that hand large enough to cover his entire head. "This is so much more than that. This isn't some game like you've played before. This collaring shall nullify all those others, devour them, and leave you only mine forever."

Dungeon Master leaned in close, the razor teeth of his predatory grin millimeters from the gerbil's nose. From experience Judy knew it was like staring into the face of a hungry shark, impossibly large and frightening. Dungeon Master was as much beast as he was man, sitting at the crossroad Judy could only call monster.

"But you must agree or it means nothing."

The gerbil stared into Dungeon Master's eyes for a long time before offering a timid nod. Judy had not been through such treatment when she'd joined the staff. He had collared her, of course, and that collar still rested on her nightstand in a place of importance. There had been no grand ritual to it, though, or grave warnings. And afterward she'd merely filled out a W-2 form.

Then Dungeon Master folded the silver chain around the gerbil's neck and the ends clicked together, forming a collar somehow exactly snug to the boy's neck and which seemed to move with the muscles beneath, expanding with his breaths and swallows. "Then it is done."

Dungeon Master turned away then, reaching into a drawer in some desk at the edge of the room, of which there were several, and when he turned again he was holding an ornate knife and a wicked, toothy grin.

"I don't know about that," the sub giggled nervously. "I'm not really into blood play."

One massive finger came to the boy's lips, equally massive claw poking into his nose. "Shhh... you're mine now. You don't get to make choices."

The words shocked Judy; Dungeon Master knew well the rules of domination and submission, the complicated power play in which the sub always held veto. Bondage mustn't become true rape and torture. The illusion must not become harsh fact. Then again, the boy hadn't used a safe word....

"Red." The gerbil stared at the knife fearfully as it drew closer yet, "that's my safe word. Red. Now stop."

Dungeon Master shook his head, "this isn't a game anymore, boy. I told you the gravity of your choice and you made it. Now red..." the knife pressed into the sub's belly, the muscles trying to suck in away from the tip to no avail though the knife penetrated only a tiny bit, just enough to draw blood. "Red is only the color I will paint your fur."

Judy could hardly breathe at the sight, the absolute betrayal of trust and decorum Dungeon Master was committing. The gerbil hissed between his teeth, body still lest the knife point tear more. Slowly and carefully Dungeon Master began to draw the point through his fur, leaving a growing trail of red dyed into the sub's boney frame. As the sergal worked he carved a shallow symbol into the boy's flesh but he was far from done. Next was his chest, then a cheek. Thigh and shoulder, the top of a foot... one by one wet, red symbols appeared on his body.

Judy realized the symbols were the same as on the table, some greater significance to them than merely blood play. Dungeon Master cleaned off the knife with a cloth and set it aside, his work complete... or nearly so. He knelt next to the sobbing boy, lapped the blood from his chest and began to sing. His voice was a wordless dirge, chanting in some alien tongue more given to terrible melodies and gibbering madness than meaningful discourse.

As Dungeon Master rose, arms spreading while he looked up to the ceiling, the fireplace's fetid light seemed draw up to the convergence of the architecture in that twisted ceiling. It flowed like water, gathering and pooling into a swirling smear of burning orange that hurt Judy's eyes, spreading down the sloping inclines of the walls.

And then it reached through. Glistening black in the light, its very flesh refusing to reflect the fire's orange glow, a tentacle stretched down from the ceiling. Lines of sinew and muscle rippled under the strange appendage's surface while it twisted in the air, exploring the tiny room. Dungeon Master backed up to the very wall, out of its reach and watching intently.

Another tentacle pushed through the swirling orange light, then another. As they came variety became apparent; some were simple tentacles like the first while others tapered into something more phallic than a mere point, not quite a penis but of a roughly approximate shape. Others opened at the ends, a line of short teeth circling the opening that folded back to the outer rim as they spread, long tongue-like secondary tentacles stretching out. Finally an eye dipped from the ceiling, rimmed in glistening, pulsing black flesh and larger than the sub's whole body.

The pupil of that eye was split in twain, each sharing a single iris malformed to encircle them both like an hour glass, and the twin pupils searched the room in darting glances. Soon they found their prey beneath, a silent scream spreading the sub's lips. Immediately the more plain tentacles shot downward, wrapping around his limbs and body like giant snakes ensnaring their prey. They pulled him from the table, the manacles about his limbs popping open as if some silent command had bidden them submit.

Once the creature had him in the air its squamous limbs stretched out his struggling arms and legs. As he writhed more the tentacles tightened, one going so far as to encircle his neck, the point pushing at his chin and making him face that giant eye. When his gaze locked onto that dwarfing sphere and its twin pupils his scream was no longer silent.

"Scream all you want if it helps." Dungeon Master spoke from the periphery, "no sound can carry from this cellar."

The creature's other tentacles moved in and the screams were no longer an issue. The ones with the bulging points at the end, so much like over-sized cocks, plunged in first. One took advantage of the boy's screams to press into his muzzle, the long appendage continuing on to slide into his throat. She could see his eyes bulge and throat spasm as he gagged but the plug was too solid for the boy to vomit. She could not tell how deep it went but the invading limb seemed to keep on traveling past the point of reason, possibly curling up right into the boy's belly.

Another tentacle pressed up against his anus, a third helpfully drawing his long tail back. She could see his body tense at the pressure against his ass, trying desperately to wriggle away but he was as a puppet in those muscular, living ropes. The appendage slipped in with an audible pop, the flesh of the beast seemingly slick with its own lubricant and sliding in easily despite its girth.

While he sobbed at the penetration, the tentacle pressing down his throat sliding back into his muzzle and wriggling around like it was exploring the shape inside before plunging back down his gullet, one of the mouth-tentacles began probing along the boy's cock. His organ had remained hard, either from shameful arousal or blood-pumping fear, and the bulbous tentacle opened up at the tip. The ring of teeth rolled to the outer rim of the circular mouth and the tongue came out to stroke around his tip. After a few moments of tasting the boy's shaft the tongue retreated and the whole tentacle slid down around the gerbil's member, suckling on it with pulses of muscle that traveled the whole length of the appendage.

The intense assault continued to grow as more tentacles sought out a place to focus their attention. A second entered his anus, the two stretching the boy's ass to a ludicrous proportion, while each testicle was drawn into a mouth tentacle. More appendages stroked the boy's nipples... and Judy could swear that the pain and terror in the boy's occasional sounds, escaping whenever the first tentacle slid out of his throat, were being replaced by sounds of thoughtless pleasure.

She could understand, of course, despite all the horror of the creature. It was as grotesque as it was uncanny, defying not only description but logic itself, yet... so effortlessly could it dominate. There was no struggling against those masses of tentacles or its imperious strength and certainly those limbs were ideal for eking out all the pleasure a body could experience. Even the creature's ugliness and potential danger only served to make it a more desirable predator of lust. Judy felt so hot watching it work and found herself almost wishing she were the victim....

Then the monster came, a thing she hadn't even been sure it could do. It seemed the phallic tentacles were penises in truth, or else they looked and acted the part for some other purpose, for they pumped thick, white semen wherever they were. Even those not directly engaged in penetrating the boy followed suit, spraying far more seed than a regular person could ever produce at once all over the sub. She could only imagine what it was like to be so ludicrously filled by such prodigious amounts, flooding his body until his anus leaked and his belly bulged from fullness. When the beast had calmed down and the mouth-tentacles drew away with a thin stream of gerbil semen stretching to one's tip the boy was absolutely soaked.

A new part of the creature exited the portal in the roof, then; out of the swirling orange came something like the end of a mouth-tentacle but as massive as the eye. The ring of teeth rolled outward, this one having several more rows of spikes that followed suit, the gaping chasm they left behind dwarfing the boy easily. The tongue that lolled out of that maw was as thick as the boy's torso and where it touched him the gerbil seemed to stick, dragging like a cat's rough tongue. He screamed and writhed to no avail as the tentacles unraveled from his limbs; the tongue carried him back into its circular maw and the rows of teeth, seemingly to prevent his escape, rolled back inward before the opening closed into a four-segmented beak.

Dungeon Master strode forward then and grabbed one of the regular tentacles out of the air. The dual-pupils of the eye snapped to him and the tentacle tried to pull away. Dungeon Master pulled the limb down savagely and bellowed, "you will honor the arrangement!" His eyes blazed in the sickly orange light and the limb went slack.

Dungeon Master drew his ritual knife again and slashed it once across the tentacle. He lifted the appendage to his lips and drank of the thick, black ichor that issued forth. After several moments of this embrace he finally released the tentacle. With not a word the creature's limbs swarmed back up into the swirling light and it vanished while the stolen fire light flickered and died, leaving the room bathed in darkness.

A new light replaced the fire, Dungeon Master's body itself glowing in a bizarre inversion of his fur's hues, visible wisps of shadow leaving on his breath. In the strange color Dungeon Master seemed to grow fitter; muscles grew just slightly, his back grew straighter and the tension vanished from his stance. It was like a year's worth of stress, age and weakness had vanished from him.

Judy finally lost what last frayed edges of her nerves remained. The monster she had sat through, even the boy's terrible death, but seeing Dungeon Master become visibly something other than she had believed, even just that little bit, shook her much deeper. The rest had seemed so unreal but this... this was her Master and he had just done something... magical? The term certainly conveyed the impossibility of his acts but not the betrayal.

Dungeon Master heard her immediately, especially rejuvenated as he was, and took off in instant pursuit. While she scrambled clumsily up the stairs he lopped upward on hands and feet like a pursuing animal. She could hear his breathing, low and growling, as if he were right over her shoulder. She knew he was gaining on her already.

Judy saw the light of the exit and she leapt, her powerful legs carrying her far and as she exited the passageway she reached for the stockings holding the secret switch. They tore easily at her propelled weight and the bookcase slammed shut right before Dungeon Master's face. She heard the impact like a battering ram, books flying from the shelf to smack against her back. But the shelf held.

She was already running again, her strong legs giving her a leaping gait on level ground she had lacked on the stairs, but Dungeon Master's stride was long and he was more a predator than she'd ever realized. As she barreled down the darkened hallways she could hear him like a freight train, the bookcase stopping him only momentarily.

Judy tried to form a plan, remembering what rooms were nearby, what those rooms contained and how they connected together; if she could make a maze of this pursuit she might be able to shake him off. She ducked into the next room and dove behind a bondage wheel. The contraption was a massive wheel that a sub could be strapped onto that was spun like the wheel-of-fortune wheel. The contraption had a number of uses and had been dragged from the wall for the night; they'd intended to take it to the party but found they couldn't fit the wheel through the doors of the room they'd assembled it in.

Dungeon Master leapt into the room and came to a skidding halt in its center, taking stock of his surroundings. Ironically he knew the mansion a little less well than his employees. He worked fewer hours and spent more time on business so he used the variety of rooms less. Judy couldn't hear him from behind the wheel but she knew he'd be taking stock of the two other rooms this one linked into, both with open doors. They'd had no reason to close the doors while moving the equipment for the night's festivities.

When she heard him heading toward one of the rooms she braced herself to run back out the main door and into the hallway again, this time with a substantial lead and a plan on where to go next. But then he stopped and sniffed the air.

"You're still in here..." she heard his feet shuffling around and held back a whimper. "I can smell you... but who is it?"

As quietly as she could, quite quiet on her furred soles, she slipped behind an adjacent cabinet that normally contained cuffs and collars. The squeeze was tight but it was also a less likely place to look.

"You know this place, don't you?" He tapped furniture and machines as he moved about, creating a low dinging sound that vibrated through the air. "This was too good a place to come by luck. Multiple open exits... lots of places to hide... which means you must work for me."

He stalked slowly around the room, peeking behind objects and trying to catch her scent better. "But who? And what to do with you when I catch you? I don't think Tatiana would have run... and Donovan wouldn't have cared enough to follow me. Brenda wouldn't have left Freya and there's definitely only one person's smell... so one of the live-in slaves."

He suddenly flipped over a low table with an echoing crash, "not there? Damn... well, if it's Desi he shouldn't be too hard to replace. A gay sub isn't that rare, really. I'll have fun torturing him first, though. Get one last good use out of him."

She heard the shuffling fabric of curtains as he checked behind them. The sorts of hiding places he'd seen in movies. Judy found she was surprisingly adept at being prey. "Rachel would be so much harder to replace though... much too unique. I might be able to break her spirit and keep her on."

Judy knew this wouldn't last. She'd never thought he could track her by scent but it meant she couldn't possibly convince him she wasn't in this room. She had to just take what lead she could get before he finally found her. The window was on the far side of the room... it would have to do.

Judy bolted for the door with all the speed she could muster. She was glad the black dress of her witch costume was so light and loose, offering no weight or restriction to her movements. Even as she heard his lumbering pursuit she knew that she had enough of a lead; she didn't have to go far.

She turned to a door leading back into the ballroom and as she leapt at the barrier she bore her weight right onto the knob.

Judy blinked as she stumbled awkwardly into the light, heads turning at her loud entrance. She attempted to regain her composure, righting herself as she clicked the door shut. Tatiana, the tall shemale lizard Dominatrix, took her shoulders to steady her.

"Are you alright?" Tatiana hissed in her ear, "you're so out of breath...."

Judy moved insistently, trying to gain distance from the door. She had to reach the exit from the mansion. "It's ok... I was in a... private session."

"You need to rest." Tatiana tried to direct her back toward the throne and Judy tugged out of hir grip. The Dominatrix took an easy stride ahead of Judy, hands on hir hips. Shi was dressed as the phantom of the opera, black tuxedo and white half mask. Masks were quite a fetish for the lizard. The costume was unsettling, though; shi was dressed in very male clothing but shi'd made no effort to hide hir large breasts.

"You know better than to resist a Mistress!" Hir eyes were fierce but Judy had no time for the rules of domination. Her life was a little more important. She shoved past and headed for the door. Then she stopped dead in her tracks.

Somehow, Dungeon Master had beaten her to the door.

"Judy, come here." He grinned toothily at her, his voice carrying easily over the crowd and drawing interest. Everyone was eager to see what the host was planning. With so many eyes on her she had limited options.... The truth would simply lead her to a mental institute or have her assumed a liar. There wasn't even any evidence of the boy left to prove he'd ever been there, anyway. And if she defied him... well, Tatiana was about ready to drag her into bonds and it was for entirely innocent reasons.

Judy calmed herself... this was a party. There were witnesses everywhere. She just had to keep from being alone with him. Naturally he'd try to separate her but if she was clever she might manage... and she saw no other hopeful alternative.

Judy walked up to him along a clearing path of watching bodies, forcing a smile while glaring at him. "Yes Master?"

"Don't speak unless asked a question, witch." Judy couldn't react in time; Tatiana had the ball gag over her head in a flash of unexpected motion. She let the ball, a seasonal rubber skull made for the party, slip into her lips. At least this wouldn't restrain her but it certainly would make Dungeon Master feel more protected. Judy might realize the truth was useless but he couldn't help but worry.

"Now we're going to put on a show for our guests." He drew forth bundles of ropes, dozens upon dozens of feet looped together. With Tatiana's help, the lizard's blue eye shimmering from the mask's eye hole, he had her spread out easily. She tried to throw off their knots; resist when she shouldn't so a loop would be loose and only pretend to resist when it seemed she should, holding back how capable of fighting back she really was.

It didn't matter. She threw off Tatiana easily enough but Dungeon Master saw through her plan clearly. He pulled her limbs taught when she went lax and pulled the ropes extra tight when she did resist. In only a few tense minutes she was gagged and fully bound, completely helpless and unable to communicate her situation. No matter how much she struggled it would only seem normal to this crowd.

The two Masters picked her up and carried her to the very center of the ballroom where Judy could see a cinch hanging from the ceiling. Originally the system had been for a chandelier with a mechanism that allowed it to be lowered for cleaning. With some easy retrofitting it had been turned into an exceptionally good ceiling mounted harness. It had already been fitted with hooked ropes in preparation for the night. All they had to do was attach those hooks into the knot work covering her body and lift her to the desired height.

The ropes dug into Judy's body in a dozen places, the pressure and rough fibers slowly increasing from annoyance to agony as time drove them deeper. She spun slowly, eyes swinging over the crowd watching her expectantly. She had friends out there, customers, coworkers... and they had no clue what was going on. Tomorrow would they be told she'd quit unexpectedly and caught a bus for some distant city?

"I was surprised that it was you..." Dungeon Master had leaned close to whisper to her while Tatiana drew back into the crowd. "You're usually such a good girl, Judy. So well behaved."

Judy whimpered against her gag. She wanted to ask him so many questions, to at least understand what was happening. Instead he stood up, addressing the crowd. "This woman stands... I mean hangs before you, accused of witchcraft! Human sacrifice and consorting with demons! Or something!"

He drew some chuckles from the audience but not many; they weren't here for comedy. He strode to the wall and drew forth a feather, "shall we find the mark of the devil? The spot where he licked her to seal their pact?" He began light, using the feather to tease into exposed patches of fur where he already well knew she was sensitive.

Judy bit down hard into the rubber skull in her lips, the night having driven her to such limits that even this tiny teasing, added to her exhaustion and fear and the pain of hanging from the harness, left her near madness.

"The creature is not of this world, of course. Some other dimension. I think it sought to invade..." he whispered while he tickled at her feet first but soon grew board of them, brushing the feather over her nipples, down her belly and over her inner thighs. "I defeated it, long ago. Not to stop it, of course... I'm no hero."

He turned back to the crowd, "this witch is crafty! She hides her evil ways so well! I must draw forth a confession...." He returned to the table and grabbed an assortment of clamps. When he returned he began attaching them to all of her most sensitive spots; nipples, obviously, but also along the rims of her ears in sufficient numbers to weigh them down. "The creature is immortal, you see, and by drawing forth its essence I can steal that immortality. But I must keep partaking or I will lose the effect. So once a year I drink its blood."

He moved between her bound and outstretched legs, applying clamps to her labia, catching the skin around her puffy lips to stretch her slit open. The pain was unbearable and she knew that if they stayed long she was going to bleed. He even placed the extra clamps along her inner thighs, bunching up skin and pinching it tight with a sensation between tickling and torture.

"The devil's whore can't take much more of this, surely!" He addressed the crowd, dusting off his hands of imaginary effort. When he again turned to the table he took up a riding crop. He drew it slowly along her skin, careful to avoid the clamps while he traced her legs and sides, arms and neck... the touch soothingly gentle and terrifyingly threatening.

"The creature must feed once a year, on Halloween..." he whispered again, the low rumble sounding like a growl. "Or else it loses its own immortality and becomes useless to me." She whimpered in fear. She knew this monologue could only mean that her life was forfeit. That he felt she deserved at least an explanation before he killed her.

The switch drew up under her chin, forcing her eyes to come level with his. "I have lived for centuries... I was born in the ages that my barbarian costume supposedly emulates. I have created new, false identities for so long that I do not even remember my true name. Even this house has been with me through dozens of pseudonyms."

He drew back the switch and slapped it down on her belly. Her scream managed to escape the gag, the crop's line searing along her stomach. Then he was swinging up from underneath, leaving crack after crack stinging across her ass.

"Sounds like she's ready to tell all, doesn't it?" He spun to the crowd, tossing the crop away like an afterthought. "Now it is time for her execution. And what method shall we use?"

He leaned out toward the crowd, a paw to his ear like he was in a stage play. They cried out as one, "sex!"

---

Desi scoffed, "no they didn't. They cried, like, twelve things."

Judy sighed, "most of them meant 'sex', though."

"Ok, fine." Desi fumed, "fair enough."

---

Judy was thankful he at least removed the clamps before he penetrated her, still holding the rope he used to adjust her height, bringing their hips level. He was enormous and he felt bigger, a detail that had slipped her mind since the last time he'd been inside her. Or perhaps this excited him so much he was swollen larger than usual?

"I don't want to lose you, though. You're an exceptional slave." He gripped her hips tight and pounded his own into hers, spreading the lop's trembling body around his massive cock. His head lolled back as he roared. When it lowered he whispered again, "I want you to accept this."

Judy cried as she looked up at him. How could she accept this? "You already play at being my slave, Judy... and I know you fantasize about me being some dark and powerful monster. Yes, I do steal your diary and read it. And what grown woman keeps a diary?" She blushed under him and not from the public display of sex.

His hips thumped against her and she swung in the hanging harness like it was a child's swing, literally bouncing on his impaling member. "But I believe you don't want it to be play. I think only laws and rules keep it so for you. For your fantasies are true..." his paws slid up her body, hands each able to encircle her waist squeezing her breasts. "I am a dark and powerful warlord and right now you are my slave. I literally hold your life in my hands. You belong to me, body and soul, for I have decided to own it."

Judy felt her body warm under his assault, her slit clamping down around his pulsing, battering ram of a cock. She felt like he was going to rip her in half and she found herself surprisingly ok with it. All of that running and fighting, being caught now... being the prey that ran from a predator and ultimately failed. It was the purest, deepest form of submission. Knowing he might, on a whim, end her life left her wet and aching in a way that frightened her... and that fear only made her arousal stronger.

He was right and she knew it. Even though she'd just watched him take a life he was right about her. So long as her servitude to him was something she could just walk away from it had never really satisfied her. It had never truly been real. When she had believed her knowledge was a threat to him it only made him less her Master. Allowing her to gain that power over him was the true betrayal. But now she knew the true score and she was but property. This was real now and that reality had been all she ever truly wanted.

She tried to clamp her legs around him but she was but a puppet to his machinations. The full extent of her will was to clench her muscles tight around his rod, massaging the pulsing organ with every ounce of her remaining, waning strength. And he felt it.

Even in league with monsters he was only that much more impressive. She clamped more, moaning around the rubber skull, writhing in the air around his member while orgasms wracked her body. And she could see in his eyes that he had received her answer.

With a cruel grin he leaned his head back, grabbed her hips and pounded thick jets of seed into her. It felt like a flood filling her, oozing through her pussy and spilling out. She knew it couldn't be as much as it felt like... but she had no interest in shattering the illusion.

He finally lowered her to the floor and declared the witch fallen to the crowd, which clapped for his job well done. He walked away from her without a backward glance, proclaiming it was time to hand out 'candy', by which he meant gifts of small lube bottles, condoms, poppers and other simple sex toys. He needn't worry anyway; Judy was incapable of moving anymore so much had been drained from her that night.

Tatiana came to her then, mask pulled up now to reveal hir wedge shaped head. Shi licked hir lips and bent down to untie the poor rabbit. It took some time to undo all the knots but in the end Judy lay naked, the ropes and torture having shredded her black dress to strips of cloth. Judy was just able to notice that Tatiana had hir dick out already, bobbing and full. The lizard picked the tiny rabbit up in hir arms with little effort and carried her away.

Judy's mind slowly ebbed back to life as Tatiana carried her out of the ballroom and down the long corridors. As she looked around she realized the destination was her own room and was thankful; the night had already been too much and she just wanted to sleep all day.

"I thought the boss should have finished you dunked in a water tank, like drowning a witch," Tatiana grinned. "He said a water tank was too dangerous to trust in reach of guests. Too bad." The lizard reached Judy's room in short order, hir squamous tail lifting to clumsily draw the latch-style door knob. Shi set the rabbit down on her bed, overtop of the covers, and pet her hair.

"Why are you taking care of me?" Judy mumbled sleepily. "We've never spent much time together...."

"Well..." Tatiana's Russian accent hung thick in the air and Judy wondered how hard it was to keep an accent after so long in another country. "I must admit, seeing Dungeon Master with you, it gives me chills... I look at you in new light, sister, and I want you, too."

Judy whimpered on the bed, sore and exhausted and a bit scared. She'd never had a shemale take her before and knew that Tatiana was a brutal Mistress as well, not to mention rather freaky. But this was Dungeon Master's protégée, hand-picked and hand-trained even to this day. If anyone ever took over the dungeon for him it would be this lizard. Judy felt she had no right to refuse... and that excited her.

Tatiana lifted a plastic bag that Judy had not noticed even as the same hand had been carrying her. "I've come prepared..." shi whispered sibilantly and began pulling out roles of clingy plastic wrap.

"You... prepared dinner?" She knew that couldn't be, of course, but she didn't know what else to say.

Tatiana shook hir head with a toothy grin, "oh no... you will see."

The lizard opened the first role of cling wrap and drew the clear sheet out, lifting the now nude rabbit's legs and beginning to wrap. She couldn't imagine what the purpose was as the sticky, clear sheets enveloped her feet and then her ankles. Once the webbing-like cocoon had run out at her knees the purpose was becoming clear; the fabric was quite strong when layered even just a few sheets thick and inside it was brutally hot.

Tatiana began the next roll, binding the girl's shapely legs up to the waist as more facts about the wrap became clear. The heat was making her sweat and the humid air against the wrap was making it cling tight. While the plastic squeezed around her legs thick runnels of perspiration built up beneath its surface, running over her body and shifting in streams as she squirmed in discomfort.

"Oh damnation, Tatiana... this is terrible!" Judy pleaded with her eyes, chewing her lip and whimpering. The lizard only smiled in response, holding Judy's arms down to her sides to bind them tight. Judy's discomfort only made hir more excited. The rabbit would have thrilled, despite her long night of soreness, at torture and pain... but this was a whole new form of displeasure.

With several emptied boxes of wrap now discarded on the floor Judy was wrapped all the way to her neck, that and her head left free. It would have been unsafe anyway to wrap the tight plastic around her throat. Wrapped in that hot, contracting material, soaked and restrained, she imagined the gerbil... the inside of that beast's stomach was likely very similar. Tatiana wouldn't know about that, though. It couldn't be the purpose of this strange torture and soon Tatiana made hir real intent known.

Shi clambered over Judy on all fours with hir thick tail raised high. That thickened shaft swung over Judy's face, genital piercings glinting in the low light at the tip and along the underside. Shi nuzzled down into Judy's crotch, nose pressing firm against the tight plastic and causing the trapped water to pool against her mound. She felt the bulbs of metal lining hir obscenely long tongue tug at the plastic while that fleshy rod pressed down into Judy's lips.

The rabbit's muzzle was already open; even if she'd tried to resist she couldn't close her lips in the gasping heat of the cling wrap. Judy was surprised at just how big Tatiana's cock was, knowing that the hormone treatments had shrunk Rachel's penis quite a bit but the lizard's would have been very large even for a non-transsexual.

She tried to cry out around the shaft, writhing like a trapped caterpillar under a spider, and Tatiana pressed hir hips down. They moved slowly, at first at least, allowing Judy the chance to allow the insertion before that shaft just forced its way down her throat. Judy swallowed with a whimper, her throat bulging around the shemale cock.

She was growing warmer, from arousal and the nearness of Tatiana's scaly frame, her jaws aching. Smooth hips pushed down at her, heavy balls slapping her nose while she tried to hold back gagging around the metal-studded shaft. Luckily she had long ago suppressed her gag reflex from much practice but having her throat literally fucked was pushing her to a new limit, the pulses of Judy's gag reflex sending shivers of pleasure through Tatiana.

Luckily it didn't take long for the lizard to spill hir seed down Judy's throat, flexing it incrementally with each throb of orgasm. Once shi'd finally spent hirself in the grip of Judy's neck shi drew hir hips up and freed the rabbit from her torment.

Tatiana licked over the plastic sealing again, looking down at Judy's sopping slit through the plastic. "Next time... I'll have to ruin that hole instead." With that she pushed open Judy's window to the chill night air and walked out with her dick glistening in the air, "if you're lucky I'll come back to release you later."

---

"Cling wrap?" Desi was quite disbelieving. "That's just retarded."

Rachel shook her head with a blush. "No... shi really does that." Tatiana delighted in torturing Rachel, seeming to believe shi could convince the girl to not finish her sex change and accept the pleasures of being a shemale.

"Now shut up, "Judy glared, pushing her foot into Rachel's penis firmly. "There's still more. So anyway, I was stuck waiting for over an hour, I think...."

---

Judy was thankful for the open window; it may be chilly in the room now but the cool air had counteracted the hot cling wrap, loosening the plastic and relieving much of her discomfort though she was still soaking wet.

"I'm finally free of my duties," Dungeon Master had appeared in the doorway. He looked her over curiously and chuckled, "Tatiana, I suppose? She has the strangest ideas...."

"Oh thank goodness," she squirmed like a snake on the bed. "I've been waiting so long to get free."

"Too bad." He simply picked her up in his arms and began carrying her like a wet sack. She whimpered at the liquid running about her body as she shifted. She didn't know what he was doing and he seemed to have no interest in telling her so she just kept quiet. She was exhausted but the discomfort had kept her awake all evening. It was hard to think... let alone think of what to say.

"Where are we going?" She recognized the halls, suddenly becoming alert with panic. She'd come this way recently. "No... oh please, no! Why?"

"I'm giving you to the beast," he said it nonchalantly, like it was nothing at all. She cried out and tried to struggle but the plastic was still much too thick and tight. Now it was clear why he hadn't freed her. "Your life is mine and I will do with it as I please."

He brought her back to his bedroom and opened the secret passage. "The ritual will still be completed from earlier. I need only do the chant to bring the beast back tonight. So why waste the chance?" He carried her down the stygian staircase and laid her on the table, already giving his guttural chant. He relit the fire, sickly light filling the room while his ululation grew louder and louder.

When the light swirled up to the ceiling again she wondered at her own silence. Why did she not keep begging? Why didn't she appeal to his humanity? But that was it... she was now convinced he had none. Why bother trying?

The tentacles descended again, making their slow investigation of the space beyond their portal. It all seemed so much faster this time and when the eye penetrated the dual pupils seemed surprised and confused. She reflected that it had probably never been fed twice in one night before.

The tentacles descended and easily lifted her into the air. The mouth-tentacles slit the plastic all over her body with their rings of serrated teeth, the regular tentacles pulling the covering away. Her soaking fur no longer seemed so bad, at least; the tentacles were far slimier than she'd realized, their refusal to reflect light hiding that feature before, while they wrapped around her limbs like a legion of snakes.

The penile tentacles struck first, coming at her en masse and she wondered if perhaps girls were more exciting to it. More holes to invade, she supposed. Masses of them were probing at her lips and cheeks, between her legs... in seconds they were pressing into her body and, while she couldn't see how many were invading her, it felt like dozens... like they were going to rip her in half from the pressure invading her.

While her anus and vagina screamed in tantalizing agony the tentacles dove into her muzzle, their slime thick and salty on her tongue while they spread her lips wide, one after another sliding down her throat and then retreating. The tentacles on her limbs contorted, folding her up tight so she could see between her legs and it made no sense. It wasn't literally dozens but she could not understand the physics of how so many of the thick limbs could be inside of her at once.

And in all of that pain and contortion and exhaustion she was in ecstasy. Had the tentacles not been slimy it would have mattered little; she was quite wet herself still. The mouth tentacles joined in, one clamping around each of her nipples while the tongues of others slid over her thighs, between her toes, into the rims of her ears... it was just too much. She didn't think it had even been a minute before the first orgasm struck her.

Each of the tentacles inside of her holes was writhing and wriggling, literally every single bit of flesh in her body being stimulated, over-stimulated even, all at once. After the first orgasm time lost all meaning. She tried to measure the passage of her molestation by orgasms and she lost count of those too anyway. She was slipping into madness... she could feel it.

Her vision was red and black and her thoughts fled from her awareness. Even the pain and pleasure were slipping away from her and all that remained in her mind was the image of the gerbil boy in this same position. She was soon going to share its belly with him... and she found that she no longer had the capacity to care. After the extremity of this torturous, amazing night... she could accept it. It may be madness but what was there left to care about?

And then beast reached its climax, too, pulsing hard inside of her. Every hole in her body had already been stretched to its furthest point but now those tentacles pulsed with savage fury, dozens buried in her, and somehow her body found ways to loosen more. So full of ropey limbs there was nowhere for that semen to go and so the rivers of white fluid just sloshed out around them, spilling down her legs and cheeks, over breasts and tail, cascading like a waterfall to the dais bellow.

All of the tentacles slid from her body, quickly enough to draw a squeal of new discomfort while they dragged even more pearlescent cum from her. Even before her vision had cleared she knew what was coming... and sure enough, she was staring into a well of blackness. Rings of teeth spread one row at a time around that red tinged pit and while the long, thick tongue rolled out Judy thought she actually smiled. The pleasure and pain had just been too much and she welcomed any release.

And then the tongue slid over her body, slow and languid with a rough surface that dragged her fur, and then the muscle retreated. It took a while for Judy to understand... that was it. The creature wasn't going to devour her. Instead it just laid her down on the table, gentle as a puppy, and slid back into its portal. The orange swirled away, dimmed... and was gone.

Dungeon Master leaned over her with a wicked grin, "I told you... it must be fed ONCE a year. I just wanted you two to get acquainted."

---

"That's a stupid story and you're a liar." Desi shook his head in disgusted incomprehension.

Rachel finally pushed Judy's foot away from her trembling erection, "he's right... you really expect us to believe that's why you weren't there to help us clean?"

Desi picked up one pillow and tossed another to Rachel. They proceeded to beat Judy with the pillows until she fell off the bed cackling. The rabbit didn't even say anything to stop them. The two got up and left in a huff.

Once they were in the cloying darkness, though, the two subs filled with fear. The shadows surrounding them, the odd noises and the creaking house... and the story did not seem so outlandish anymore. They stepped close to one another, unusual... the two rarely had anything to do with one another but they needed to not feel alone.

They looked at each other in the darkened hallway as they both realized their rooms were nowhere near Judy's... or each other's. They would have to be alone in those gasping shadows soon.

They re-entered Judy's room very quickly. "I knew you two would be back soon," she smirked.

"It's still stupid." Desi sat down on her bed, arms folded, "if it was true why would you tell us and put us in danger?"

"Dungeon Master would be very angry with you, too." Rachel nodded along with Desi's words.

"Well, he might..." Judy giggled to them, "but I really want to introduce you two to the beast, too!"