Vivian's New Pet, A Tale of Erotic Horror
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Vivian's New Pet, a Tale of Erotic Horror
By William W. Kelso
Vivian Darla Darkley was a very disturbed girl. She was selfish, spoiled, neurotic, self centered, entirely without compassion for others, and in short she was a perfect poster child for an SRB (Spoiled Rotten Brat), and on top of that she was a sociopath AND very powerful witch. To make it even worse she was a very rich SRB sociopath, very powerful witch, AND a nymphomaniac. And it can't be blamed on her upbringing, she didn't have mean parents that beat her every day and wouldn't let her stay up late. She was an only child to an older couple who had been rather surprised when she came along, but loved their daughter to a fault. She was given everything and anything she wanted, which was the problem. She saw the whole world as existing merely for her pleasure, and saw everyone else in it as of no consequence other than to how they related to her. They were the worker ants, she was the queen.
In her defense her nymphomania was not so much mental as the result of a hormonal imbalance. But she loved her 'condition', and embraced it as with her riches and power she was able to indulge her needs without any problem. She loved sex, period. And that meant any kind of sex, first with herself, then boys and girls, then group sex, and later with animals and other...things. And she was a sadist as well as being quite depraved. Being voluptuously beautiful she had no problem finding 'lovers', and if they didn't want to do what she wanted then she'd hire someone who would, at least at first, later she made them do what she wanted whether they liked it or not. She loved to restrain someone and 'rape' and 'torture' them sexually for hours; or days, on end, or have someone tie her up and do the same to her. She also loved gang-bangs, bestiality, orgies, etc. Either watching; or as the center of attention. But she was always very careful not to do any lasting physical damage; at least to partners she let go or wanted to last, but what happened to the sanity of her 'playmates', well, she could care less. And to be truthful a lot of people took advantage of her, at least at first, but later she was the one who took advantage of them, and had very creative ways of getting even with those who had wronged her, either for real or in her imagination. She was one sick lady, but when you're as rich as she was no one dared tell her that. It's good to be rich.
When she was sixteen her mother and father both died when a ship called the RMS Titanic sank on its maiden voyage. To her credit her grief was quite real, her parents where the only two people in her life that counted, and they were the only ones she'd loved, or would ever love, other than herself. She suddenly found herself the sole heir of a vast fortune, which did nothing to improve her mental condition. Being able to do and/or buy, just about anything she wanted only made it worse. Before mommy and daddy had to OK it, now she was in charge. Having been brought up as a proper young Victorian lady her sexual experiences had been rather subdued up to that point and largely 'self-exploratory', but now that parental supervision was gone she plunged into debauchery and decadence with incredible enthusiasm and an 'anything goes' attitude.
One might have thought the young heiress would have blown her money on shiny things and frivolous fancies, but quite the opposite. Daddy had been quite the shrewd investor, and Vivian inherited his financial genius, and within a few years had doubled, then tripled, the family fortune. She diversified into just about everything possible, and for every amount lost it was recouped tenfold. And she did indulge in shiny things and frivolous fancies because she could afford to, and lots and lots of sex. She spent a good portion of every day; and night, trying to satisfy her insatiable lust. She 'renovated' the basement of the family manor into an exceptionally well equipped dungeon and torture chamber, with cells and stalls for her 'stock' of human, animal, and other slaves.
As her desires and tastes became more and more depraved she began to move in strange and forbidden circles. At a country estate at which the rich could indulge in their every sexual desire; including sex slaves and trained animals, she met an older lady who took a liking to her. Vivian would be able to provide the lady with the 'funds' she needed to indulge her own interests, and in return she offered to train Vivian in the 'dark arts'. As it turned out Vivian had a natural talent for magic, and as her knowledge and power grew the old lady finally introduced her to demonology. And Vivian found her true calling.
Vivian's second major emotional trauma came when her mentor screwed up a summoning spell and was dragged screaming down to Hell. Vivian wasn't present at the time or most likely would have suffered the same fate, but she figured out what happened. She had summoned the demoness who had take her mentor, and screamed and yelled at it threatening all sorts of dire consequences unless her mentor was returned. The amused demoness; whose name was Mistress Vulva, had called Vivian's mentor, shown her to Vivian, and when Vivian she saw what her mentor had become she changed her mind. It was irreversible, and she didn't want anything like that running around loose, so decided her poor mentor was better off in Hell after all. The slobbering sexual monstrosity probably didn't have much of a mind left anyway.
The demoness had been impressed by the young human, and to Vivian's surprise had offered to accept her as an acolyte. Vivian thought about it for about twenty seconds, and accepted the offer. Thus began a long and profitable relationship, and to both their surprise they actually became friends of a sort. The demoness was impressed by Vivian's own levels of sexual depravity, which was hard to do. So she liked to help indulge Vivian's more bizarre sexual fantasies, and was quite well paid for her assistance. That she required human sacrifices was of no concern to Vivian, as long as she got what she wanted who cared? What the sacrifices might have felt as they were dragged down to Hell was of no concern to her, none at all. To her a fellow human was of no more value than a chair, merely something to be used for her benefit.
This first contact came when Vivian was twenty seven years old and had reached the height of her natural beauty, and the first deal she made with Vulva was one hundred years of youth and health. So she remained an incredibly voluptuous and beautiful 'young' woman, frozen in time. The sacrifice in payment was a young virgin maid with no family, and her 'disappearance' was easy to handle. Vivian merely said she'd 'run off and stolen the silver', and the police never bothered her about the matter again; after all she was a 'respected and proper lady". The poor maid ended up in the breeding pits of Hell for eternity, being constantly bred by animals and beasts, perpetually pregnant with their spawn.
Vulva was quite pleased with her new acolyte and taught the girl many powerful spells including the arts of alchemy and potion making. The girl excelled, and by the time she was fifty; at least in years, she was one of the most powerful witches around. But she was quite content to remain at her palatial estate and indulge her sexual desires and fantasies, having no desire to get involved in pissing contests with other witches or Sorcerer's. She never even joined a circle or coven, and most other practitioners of the arts didn't even know of her existence. With her fortune established; just the dividends and interest were more than some small countries yearly gross national product, she had the time to indulge herself, and boy did she ever. But with decadence, and plenty of time on your hands, comes boredom. And she WAS bored. So she came up with a unique new way to make sure she had plenty of 'lovers' on hand to try and keep her satisfied, or perform for her voyeurism.
Vivian's idea was to create 'custom built' pets, using humans for the 'main ingredients'. If she liked someone she transformed them into a hybrid and kept them as a pet so they'd be on hand, but she also did it to people she didn't like but the forms they took were less...desirable. To control them she gave them two forms, one animal and one human animal/hybrid, and which form they took at any time was of course controlled by her. It was a variation of a standard transformation curse, and Mistress Vulva had been delighted by her idea; it was 'deliciously depraved', even by demonic standards Vivian was a sicko. So in addition to her stock of human sex slaves and trained animals she soon had a private 'zoo' of poor creatures that would never be human again, human minds trapped in bestial bodies. Even the humans who worked for her full time were slaves, but of course only she and they knew that. Her control over them was complete and total, a combination of extreme pleasure if they behaved, and sheer terror and agony if they didn't. It was simple, she gave them a potion, and if they misbehaved or displeased her she simply withheld the antidote and they soon joined her zoo's stock. The incentive of 'be my slave or be a frog' was very effective. She kept a few who hadn't believed her on display for the others benefit as 'reminders'. Her favorite was a large potted plant that was human from the waist up, but a plant from the waist down.
Soon she had close to thirty such 'custom built' pets, and would have them service her and human slaves & animals, or watch them perform with one another for her entertainment. She would arrange elaborate orgies that would last for days, selectively 'pairing' partners or trios. She would have a favorite new pet for awhile, then send it to live with the others when she got her next new pet. Some lasted longer than others. To her credit she did take quite good care of her pets, each one having a specially built habitat to live in when she didn't require their services, and some even had full time 'mates'. She maintained a staff of professional keepers to care for them, all of the keepers were slaves as well who knew they would end up in the 'zoo' as a replacement if they let any of the 'pets' become sick or die. So they were well fed, well groomed, and well cared for in their own private Hell. And of course all were well trained in every sexual perversion possible.
At first she limited her 'custom built' pets to human 'normal' animal hybrid forms such as Satyr's, Centaurs, Naga's, Werewolves, etc., and creations of her own. Then one night while 'visiting' with Mistress Vulva; and watching while Vulva seduced a virgin into willingly giving her his virgin seed; thus damming himself to Hell as a demon and Vulva's slave for eternity; and they always 'accepted' Vulva's offer, she had mentioned to Vulva that she was 'bored to tears'. Vulva, sympathizing, had asked her what the problem was. She'd said she'd run out of ideas for 'pets'. She had every kind of mammal, reptile, amphibian, and even insect and arachnid forms; as well as others that she could think of. Some of them she didn't 'use' herself, but saved for 'special occasions' when she wanted to punish a slave or 'break-in' a new one. It was amazing how fast a slave's spirit and will to resist could be destroyed if she had a human/cockroach hybrid rape them.
Vulva, with a smile as the male virgin had accepted her offer and was even know taking on his demonic form, had an inspiration. Why not try some human/Hell hybrids? Hell was full of animals and other creatures that would make fun sex slaves if they had human minds. Vivian was thrilled at the idea, and in exchange for the ingredients she needed to make new transformation potions Mistress Vulva got another virgin sacrifice, this one a naïve young girl who had been touring Europe by bicycle, and made the mistake of stopping at Vivian's estate to ask for directions and accepting an invitation to 'spend the night'. She spent the night chained to a wall in the nude watching 'monsters' fuck people and one another while other monsters licked and caressed her trembling body in horribly pleasurable ways forcing her to orgasm after orgasm while she whimpered and begged for them to stop. Her pussy was subjected to every possible kind of oral stimulation possible short of actual penetration; she was spared that fate, other than the terrifying oral stimulation; carefully supervised by Vivian personally to make sure she stayed a virgin. Vivian made sure none of her 'pets' got get overly enthusiastic. Then the girl was strapped to an altar and given to Vulva, and was soon starting her new career in the breeding pits of Hell. Within an hour of arriving in Hell she was writhing in the coils of a huge snake, losing her virginity while it 'serviced her', the demoness watching in approval. She had been assigned to the reptile pens, and would spend eternity laying eggs. The girl's screams of agonizing ecstasy as the snake mated with her made the demoness smile.
While the new demon crouched gibbering and whimpering at the feet of its Mistress, Vivian and Vulva had discussed the merits of various Hell beasts and animals. Vivian wanted something truly 'unique' and different, and at first was a little disappointed as many seemed not much different than her own pets. Most Imps and beasts were after all partially human and animal already, and some forms such a fire demonkind just wouldn't work, and Vivian was starting to get frustrated when Vulva had mentioned one animal almost as a joke. Intrigued, Vivian had asked for more details, and knew she 'wanted one' as soon as she heard about it. Vulva was a little unsure at first, the form was, well, most...unusual, and the capability of a human mind being able to take that form and remain sane was...questionable, plus she hadn't told Vivian everything about it yet. But Vivian 'insisted', which can be quite spectacular, so Vulva thought, 'what the Hell', she'd get a virgin and it WOULD be interesting. Then she gave an evil little smile that Vivian; in her excitement, didn't notice. Vulva couldn't directly attack one of her acolyte's, or lie to them, but there were other ways. She really liked the human female, and was anxious to collect her soul and drag her down to Hell to start her torment; and she had a feeling the little nympho would probably like it. But if in the meantime the acolyte made a mistake, oh well, so much the better. So she agreed to provide the 'ingredient' Vivian needed to make a potion, and the deal was done. Then Vulva returned to Hell with her own new 'pet, a very nice and well hung Hell bat.
Vivian was quite excited by her new idea for a 'pet', and as soon as she got the ingredient required; she already had the rest, she got right to work creating the potion required. One main ingredient was demon cum; which she herself had 'collected' through delightful oral sex with a hugely hung goat-lizard demon during a night long marathon fucking session, she figured she had sucked at least a pint out of his balls, more than enough to last quite a long time. But the most important ingredient was a vial of blood; or whatever the creature used for blood, from the selected creature. She carefully combined the ingredients, mixed them thoroughly, spoke the spell to awaken the magic in the demon cum, and gave the potion a day to 'ferment' for maximum strength. It turned out as a basically odorless, colorless, thick liquid resembling honey in texture. Now all she needed was a...volunteer. It didn't take her long to find one though; she had her slaves constantly on the lookout for suitable 'stock' for her zoo. And she greatly enjoyed the 'hunt'.
She had driven into town in the Maybach, and then visited a club she had been told about. A slave had given her the photo of a young man the slave said was 'sex starved', and definitely a virgin. The club was a fairly mellow one that played mainly 'classic' Rock & Roll with some blues and pop mixed in. Frankly she approved, she didn't care much for the newer kind of noise that passed for music. The young man; not a boy she realized, was sitting alone nursing a beer and reading a book of all things. She went 'straight for the throat', sitting down at his table and saying 'Mind if I join you?', asking him what book he was reading, etc. He was so very shy, yet so obviously desperate, it was easy, and fun. Vivian prided herself on being able to seduce anyone between the ages of 'eight and dead'. Plus she actually liked the intensely serious and obviously intelligent young man, but that didn't stop her for from proceeding with what she had planned for him, on the contrary, in her eyes it made him an even better 'candidate'. She knew he liked her, and in her warped mind actually thought he would keep on liking her even after she did what she had in mind for him. It is a common delusion of a Master or Mistress that their slaves actually love them, and while a few might the majority just go through the motions as they know what's good for them. A 'happy' dutiful slave doesn't get the crap beat out of them.
This is where I came into the picture, I was that serious and 'sex starved' young man, and indeed I WAS sex starved. I was in my twenties, and to my dismay and confusion was still a virgin. I was just too darn shy to really know how to act around the opposite sex, but had I known how much that appealed to certain ladies I'd probably have gotten laid a lot. But I was still a virgin, which was the main reason I was 'selected' for what was coming. When the very pretty and friendly young woman had sat down at my table out of the blue and started talking to me like she thought I was interesting it was; honestly, something of a shock at first. No one had ever done that before; and on top of that she could have had any man in the place, and probably most of the women. In fact she told a couple of hopefuls to 'beat it' in a forceful, but nice, way. I was impressed, and horny, and it was so very easy. I followed her like a dog in rut. She asked if I wanted to see her car, so of course I said 'yes', and it was a Maybach convertible! Then she asked if I wanted to drive it, so of course I said 'yes', then she asked me if I wanted to go home with her, and trying to keep from drooling I said 'yes'. I made it so easy it was pitiful.
Vivian was quite pleased with her 'volunteer'. He didn't have to be a virgin, but she liked it when they were. That was so she could personally teach them about sex, and make them dependant on her for it. She loved to give them a potion, and then have them loose their virginity during the first phase of their transformations; she loved the look on their faces when they realized something was happening while they were fucking her for the first time. And since the potions induced extreme sexual arousal as a side effect; because of the demon cum, she was in for a wild several hours of intense fucking with a 'lover' who as becoming something else and desperately trying to satisfy his new and unnatural lust, first as a human, and then as something else. It really turned her on to watch someone become an animal, and their final realization as to what was happening to them. For some reason watching someone suffer and/or seeing their horror and terror gave Vivian a sexual high she couldn't match any other way.
She didn't take me to her estate, but to one of the many 'cottages' she owned or rented. If you can call a two story house with attic & basement, and about fifty rooms a 'cottage'. To her it was a perfect setting for what she had in mind. She'd already made arrangements for a few of her 'slaves' to be on hand, if needed as they quite usually were. Not all of her 'pets' had remained 'cooperative' during their transformations. She invited me in, showed me around, and then asked if I wanted to 'get to know her better". Was she kidding?? She made it quite clear she wanted to have sex with me, and what normal young man could have resisted that invitation? Never in a million years could I have guessed what she had planned for me, no one could, I mean, that kind of stuff doesn't exist, right? So she got us a glass of 'wine', and I drank mine without even tasting it.
Vivian used her normal 'modus operandi'; it had worked literally hundreds of times, so why change a good thing? She made friends with the man, did everything but rip her clothes off in front of him; that came later, and every time they would do ANYthing to get her in bed. She was quite good at manipulating randy young males, they were so predictable. As soon as he agreed to go for a ride with her she had him. It was a short drive to one of her many houses, and as soon as he drank his wine; with a large dose of potion, he was hers, to do with as she wanted with him having no choice in the matter. The second the potion touched his lips he ceased being human. As soon as he'd finished the wine she finished seducing him as she had to hurry before the first changes would begin. She wanted him sexually aroused and basically helpless for their first glorious coupling. Then she'd have him service her; willingly or unwillingly, until the transformation was through, or reached a point where he passed out as sometimes happened, either through physical pain and/or terror. Of course sometimes it became physically impossible to continue fucking depending on what the man was becoming.
I just sat there staring with an open mouth and watched as she stood up and did a strip tease in front of me down to her panties. She had full conical breasts with large dark nipples and aureoles, and when she raised her arms over her head causing them to jut out my jaw fell, and then she said 'your turn honey'. But I was too, I don't know, horny, to think straight, so she ended up taking my clothes off for me; obviously enjoying herself, and for the first time I was naked in front of a woman. When she got down in front of me and started fondling and licking my balls I thought I was going to explode right then and there, but she'd put an orgasm inhibitor in the potion and it would be quite some time before I could cum, but not for lack of trying. Then she stood up and said, 'Take off my panties', so I slowly slid them down her legs, my gaze fixated on her mound and the pink lips of her sex. I'd seen plenty of photos, but was totally unprepared for the real thing. I was already sweating and breathing hard; but not just from my lust and arousal, but I didn't know why yet. 'Kiss my lips' she said, and I knew which lips she meant, and God I did it, and for the first time I touched a woman's sex, and with my lips. 'Good boy, she said, now let's find a more...comfortable place.' So she led me into a bedroom with a huge round bed surrounded by standing mirrors and with mirrors on the ceiling. I was very impressed despite my aching lust. She hopped up on the bed, laid down and spread her legs, and opened her arms saying, 'come here, I want you!' And God help me I wanted her more than anything else in the world. And I got what I wanted, and so did she. She got the best part of the deal.
Vivian was delighted with the sheer naivety and trustfulness of the man; and she loved the look on his face as she stripped for him. He was so scared and uncertain she even had to strip him, and she could feel his cock and balls throbbing and trying to cum while she caressed and licked them, but that wouldn't be possible for quite awhile yet, despite the aphrodisiactic effect of the potion. She liked her lovers to last a good long time, and an addition to the potions ingredients would see to that nicely. The aphrodisiac would make him constantly be on the verge of orgasm, but the inhibitor would prevent it, a very nice double effect. It would make his pleasure increasingly excruciating as he desperately tried to cum. But he started to 'get into the game' after that, even pulling off her panties and kissing her pussy when she told him to. She had a feeling he'd make a good obedient slave. When she led him to the bedroom he came along docilely, his rampant cock jutting up rock hard, pre dribbling from the tip. When she laid down and spread her legs and told him she wanted him he didn't hesitate, he literally threw himself on top of her and started fucking her as hard and fast as he could. Well, OK, this was nice, she thought, but she'd be in more control later. Still, his desperate enthusiasm and inexperience was kind of sweet, and he had a nice large cock.
I climbed up on the bed, and even though I wanted to fondle her breasts and take a closer look at her pussy I just couldn't wait any longer, so I lowered myself onto her and gave a deep moan as I pushed my penis between her nether lips and into her pussy. It was warm and slick, tight and wet, and everything I'd always dreamed it would be, and so much more. Even as I was fucking her I could hardly believe it! I was finally getting laid, and with a really beautiful woman, and it had happened so fast! At the same time I felt sad, that I had been missing this for so long, this unbelievable pleasure, and being so close to another human being while I made love to her. Grunting and gasping I pawed at her breasts, and gave her eager slobbering kisses, and she kissed me back. And the pleasure kept building, my thrusts becoming frenzied and more and more desperate. I thought I'd cum with each stroke, but it went on and on until it was so intense it was almost painful and I sobbed as I thrust, oh God, why can't I CUM?. Did it always take so long, I wondered? But I was even more relieved I hadn't blown my wad right away. That would have been a disaster, but still, sweat was streaming off my body and I could feel my heart pounding like a trip-hammer in my chest as I lunged and strained. I couldn't do this much longer no matter how good it felt, my heart would explode! But finally, thrust, ugh, thrust, UH!, ohhh, it hurts, uggghh, so good, thrust, oh GOD!!!!!! And I orgasmed, and came and came, my aching balls blasting cum deep into her womb while I sobbed and groaned in ecstasy. Up to that point it was the best moment in my life.
Vivian was impressed at how long it took the man to come, and boy did he fuck her good, and she even enjoyed the sloppy kisses and attempts to fondle her tits. There was something about his amateur attempts that made them enjoyable, probably his sheer pleasure and obvious desire to please her. She gave him an 'A' for effort, and 'A+' for longevity. He must have fucked her, faster and faster, for over an hour before he suddenly spasmed and came, and boy did he pump a lot of cum into her, she felt the hot spurts inside her pussy and womb and some leaked out. She knew why he came for so long too; his orgasm triggered the spell as his balls voided themselves of the last of his human seed. He'd already started to change a little bit as the potion spread through his system; helped by the strenuous sex, but it was his release that triggered the main change, something about sexual stimulation always sped up a transformation. As he lay spent on top of her; his hardness still inside, she wrapped her legs around his waist tightly, and said 'come on honey, not through yet, are you?' The fun was just beginning, for her at least.
Finally I was able to stop thrusting, completely and totally drained, and lay across her with those incredible tits rubbing against my chest, and realized I was drooling on her face, but couldn't stop. As the pleasure faded I felt weird, kind of hot and nauseous. At first I thought that's what it felt like after sex, but soon it was obvious it was something else. But I also felt my lust returning, and when she asked me if I was through I realized I wasn't, and begin to thrust again, and the pleasure was just as intense as before, but different somehow. But it still felt good, so good. It didn't take me near as long to reach my second orgasm, but by then I was getting really worried, something wasn't right. As the pleasure faded and I stopped lunging into her, I gasped,
"Vivian, please, something's wrong, let me go!"
"Oh no, everything is fine honey, Vivian said, grasping him tightly, don't stop!"
So I started fucking her again, I wanted it, I needed it, but it felt wrong! I could feel my penis getting larger, which actually felt kind of nice at first, but the growing nausea in my guts, plus an aching headache, was getting worse, passing from mainly discomfort to outright pain. And something was wrong with my legs, they were tingling like they were falling asleep, and felt numb and sore, my calf and thigh muscles cramping painfully. But I kept fucking her, trying to reach release again, the pleasure helping dull the pain. And finally I came again, with a shriek of pain and pleasure. I tried to push myself up, but my arms wouldn't take my weight, and as I looked I could see them bending in an odd way almost as if my elbow joints now bent at a new angle. With a gasp I gave up and fell back down on her gasping for breath; her arms and legs wrapped around me, figuring I was hallucinating from the pain and pleasure.
"Please, Vivian, please...it hurts...please help me..." I moaned.
"Don't stop now, that was three, let's try for four!" Vivian gasped, she could feel him changing inside her, his cock swelling and changing shape, and it felt wonderful.
So I fucked her and fucked her, wanting to stop because I knew something was horribly wrong, but the pleasure! It grew and grew, and to my horrified embarrassment I began to lick her and helplessly slobber thick globs of snot all over her face, so she had to turn her head and cough to keep from choking. Oh God, I thought, what was wrong with me! My heart was pounding and I could feel my blood pumping through my veins, and I felt so strange. I turned my head to the other side as I lunged into her, and looked at my arm, then blinked and looked again, it was flopping and curling around on the bed like it was boneless, and my fingers were growing together. I gave a shrill scream and then came again, an incredibly violent and agonizing release the felt wonderful and so very wrong at the same time. And this time she let me go, and I pulled out of her with a gasping squeal. I felt my penis go flaccid, and then it withdrew, IN to my body! I tried to roll over and sit up, and she managed to pull herself from under me. I felt so strange, what was WRONG with me??
"V-Vivian, please, I gasped, call a doctor, something's, urk, wrong! Please, I feel so strange, please, I'm scared!"
Vivian continued to hold the writhing moaning man with her powerful legs and kept her arms tightly around his chest. His body felt hot and feverish against hers, and she could feel sweat pouring of him, and his body began to feel slick and rubbery, and slippery like it was oiled. She lifted up a hand and looked at it, and thick clear mucus was dripping from it. She looked at his straining face, his eyes rolled up partially inside his head, and he suddenly gurgled as his tongue came slithering out and slobbered all over her face, and then he puked a large glob of goo all over her face, and she turned her head and gagged. Gross! OK, that was enough, next time he made her cum she'd let him go. Besides, she wanted to see what was happening to him. She could feel it, feel him changing, both inside her and outside, and now she wanted to see it. As he came he reared back, his back bending strangely as she still held him close, and his tongue was now over a foot long and flailed in the air slinging globs of goo, and his face looked like it was melting, his cheeks staring to sag into flaps of soft grayish skin. He gave a moaning gurgle while he orgasmed, then collapsed back on top of her like a dead weight. She let him go, and with her help he pulled out of her delightfully stretched pussy with a wet 'sluurp', and she slid out from under him. She scooted away from the writhing man, and settled back to watch the fun.
I tried to roll onto my side, or to push myself up onto my knees, but just kind of wallowed and rocked back and forth, feeling sick and weak, plus the sheets were sticking to me. I tried to lift an arm, but it was wrapped in a sheet and I couldn't see it, but I could feel it, and it felt strange, numb and tingling. Finally I managed to pull my arm free of the sheets, and they literally peeled away from it trailing strands of clear goo, and at first I thought I'd gotten cum all over my arm or something. But it wasn't an arm anymore; it was a tentacle of some kind! That can't be MY arm!! I thought, and tried to move it, and the tentacle curled and writhed, and I felt it, it WAS mine! I turned my head and my other arm was the same! With a monumental effort I managed to kind of rear up, my body bending strangely backward at my waist as if I had no spine, and looked behind me. And saw a long thick tubular tail with no sign of my legs, no ass, no legs, no feet, just the long slimy rubbery tail encased in a mesh of rubbery scales, veins and dark forms pulsing inside. And I screamed and begged and screamed until my wails slowly choked off into mewling gurgles and squeals as my mouth changed. I managed to roll off the bed, and dragged myself for a few feet before another series of agonizing changes overtook my struggling writhing body and all I could do was squirm and contort in pain, the thick tail lashing weakly.
And I begged her, pleaded with her, to help me, to get me a doctor, and the whole time she just sat on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed and watched, a big smile on her face. I pleaded until I couldn't anymore as my vocal cords followed the rest of my body as the horrible changes continued, not understanding what was happening, why she wouldn't help me. And even after my voice went I pleaded with my eyes, holding my flailing tentacles out to her beseechingly even as they kept changing. With a gurgling wail I turned to look as my body shuddered and my 'tail' began to push out and lengthen. It now had a noticeable shape, the top edged by two noticeable ridges, a semi-tubular shape with a kind of keel, purplish grey covered with a wrinkled pattern of rubbery scales, each 'scale' outlined with a thin line of red. I guess it was pretty in a horrible kind of way, and I might have thought so if it hadn't been ME. Desperately I tried to stand up, my mind still refusing to accept what was happening, but all the tail did was twitch and whip back and forth smearing mucus all over the floor, I was dripping and oozing the stuff, slobbering it from my mouth as I gurgled and moaned in terror. I a wet mewling squeal as my neck suddenly swelled and began to push out, and felt my head starting to go soft and change shape. I tried to scream and my tongue slide out of mouth, impossibly long and prehensile, and I couldn't feel my teeth anymore, the aching in my gums fading as my mouth became a soft gaping maw. I watched as the tips of my tentacles began to change, the tips splitting into four smaller tentacles, and more tentacles were sprouting from my sides. I looked at Vivian as she sat their smiling in glee, and tried to beg one last time,
"Urrrrk, Vlevean, ahhh, urrrgggg, gluck, nuuuu, gaaarrrggg, urrggggg!"
Vivian watched in fascination as the changes continued, the man becoming less human by the minute. She'd seen plenty of transformations, but they were seldom this...extensive. Most of her 'pets' retained at least partially human features, or were an easily recognizable animal, this was, was, well, different. When she'd released him his legs had already fused, and his now much larger and strangely shaped penis had withdrawn into vagina like slit, his balls only fading bumps, but his torso and upper body had still been recognizably human. Not anymore. She watched mesmerized as his body lengthened and thickened on both ends, a pattern of scales or soft plates forming on his slick wet rubbery looking skin, skin that rippled and heaved as it changed. Boy, he was getting big! She noticed a thick spongy pad on his lower body when he reared up, tentacles flailing. He begged and screamed for awhile, the sounds becoming garbled and wet until she could no longer understand what he was trying to say. His efforts to talk sounded like someone gargling phlegm. After that it was just mewling and squealing and flailing tentacles and slimy mucus. She was so intent on watching she didn't even call for her slaves who were waiting in the next room, besides, it wasn't necessary, the thing on the floor was helpless for now, it wasn't going anywhere.
I held up my tentacle 'hands' and watched as the tips split into four small tentacles evenly spaced around the center, and I felt something forming in the center of my 'palms'. As I looked in horror a slit formed on each palm, then opened and started smacking. Oh My God, I realized, those are MOUTHS!!! I had mouths in the palms of my 'hands'! But they were toothless, merely sucking gasping openings resembling vaginas with long prehensile tongues, with which I found I could taste as they swallowed mucus, the thick goo sweet tasting to me. And around the base of my tentacles, where my shoulders should have been, three more tentacles sprouted on each side, growing to be even longer then my original ones, but unlike the 'main' ones they had no mouths or split tips. They joined my others to writhe and flail, curling at random as I didn't yet have full control as I tried to cope with having no legs, but eight boneless 'arms'. My face felt increasingly weird and I felt something form on the lower sides of my mouth, short rubbery stalks I could smell with, and my tongue was flopping around on the floor in a large pool of slimy mucus and I couldn't suck it back inside my mouth no matter how hard I tried to. I tried to shut my eyes to block the horrible disgusting sight, but to my disbelief found I no longer seemed to have eyelids! I realized I hadn't even been blinking for some time, but my eyes didn't feel dry or hurt, but stared wide eyed as my tongue too began to split into three separate tongues, and I felt yet another tongue, or something, forming in my throat. I gave a gurgling squeal as another tentacle/tongue like appendage came slithering out of my throat to join those already squirming in the puddle of mucus, but this one was different. It had what felt like yet more another inside of it! As I watched the tip opened and a phallus like object licked in and out of it. NOOOOOO, I wailed in my mind, this CAN'T be ME!!! Please, somebody, make it stooooppp! I gave another gurgle of pain as my body suddenly underwent another growth spurt, and with two audible 'pops' both of my eyes pushed out from my face on the ends of growing stalks until they were over a foot long, my eyesight becoming more like tunnel vision, incredibly sharp and focused in the center, but slightly blurry around the edges. And finally it did stop, other the some more small growth spurts as my tail an neck pushed out. Then it was over, all except the horror.
Vivian watched as the strange creature took shape, growing stranger and more bizarre by the second. The body stretched out and took on a definite form, more tentacles formed; some different from the others, and the long and prehensile tongue also split in threes and another one formed to slobber and lick from the gaping maw the thing had for a mouth, a wet drooling slit that looked amazingly like a pussy. The only vaguely remaining human feature was the eyes, but as she watched the pupils became 'x' shaped slits as the eyes turned a bright crimson red color, and then pushed out from the soft rubbery head on the ends of eyestalks. Then the thing just lay there in a pool of slime, gurgling and flailing weakly. It was over; her new 'pet' was ready to start its new life. To be truthful it wasn't exactly what she'd been expecting, for one this it was really big, a good fifteen feet long and thick as an oil drum, and totally...unnatural looking.
Slowly, oh so slowly, I managed to gain some control over the THING I had become. First I managed to suck my 'tongues' into my mouth, and close it with a wet slobbering smack, two large fleshly 'lips' covering it. I coiled and uncoiled my tentacle arms, staring at them in horrified fascination. It felt so strange, having eight arms, two with which I could taste. I twisted my eyes every which way, the dual different angles of vision disconcerting at first but already starting to feel 'normal'. And I stared in horror at the alien creature whose body was now mine. The purplish-gray thick rubbery skin with the scales outlined in dark red, the soft 'face' with large rubbery 'lips' or flaps covering the slime drooling mouth, the whole body glistening with thick slimy mucus. The two short stalks or tentacles on the bottom of my 'face', and the two eyestalks sprouting from it, and turning those eyestalks I stared into my own eyes, totally inhuman alien eyes showing no emotion despite the screams inside my terrified mind. I managed to rear up, my boneless; but muscular, body bending easily, and gave a loud wailing gurgling squeal of utter terror. I was a worm, or a slug!! A giant slobbering slimy MONSTER! But how, WHY? I squealed, my tentacles writhing in agitation. Oh God , please, NOOO!
Vivian kept watching as her new 'pet' tried to cope with what had happened, she'd seen it before. The confusion, disbelief, and awkwardness of a new creature not yet used to, or even knowing how, to use its new body. But that passed fairly quickly as the human mind was an amazingly versatile thing, and could learn to cope and live with almost any situation. Even being trapped in a body it was never meant to occupy. And so far as she could see the transformation had been a 'success'. In this case her 'pet' would have only one form, not two. For 'it' there would be no partial human form, only the one it wore now. That was because it wasn't a partially 'natural' creation or hybrid, but an entirely demonic one except for its mind. Nothing like it had ever walked; or rather slithered, on the earth before. It was thing of nightmares brought to life for her pleasure. What had Mistress Vulva called it? A Pleasure Slug, yes, that was it. Well, it certainly did look like a slug, but she knew it was anything but a simple mollusk. Mistress Vulva had told it her it could provide the ultimate in sexual pleasure and ecstasy, but looking at the slimy horror she wasn't so sure.
Finally I stopped looking at my body; I just couldn't stand the sight of it. Instead I looked at Vivian and still couldn't stop thinking about how beautiful she was, and how much I wanted her again, even like this. I had fallen in love with her, I still loved her despite what she'd done to me. My struggling mind just couldn't understand how something like this was possible, and how she could have done this to me, and why? What possible use could she have for the THING I was now? And I started crying, a kind of gurgling choking noise as my lip flaps quivered. I pulled in my eyestalks and just lay there in misery and anguish, trying to comprehend and understand the new needs and instincts flooding into my mind, and I felt my mind continuing to change as those new needs and instincts became less and less strange and alien, and slowly became almost normal feeling. I knew my mind was becoming as inhuman as the body I now wore, and there was nothing I could do about it, but the real horror was I knew what was happening, could feel my humanity fading away to be replaced by the mind of a-a..,giant slug.
Vivian slid off the bed and approached the giant slug thing, she thought there might be something wrong with it. It was just lying there making weird slobbering noises. Then it occurred to her, it was crying. That wasn't that unusual, many new beasts just couldn't accept what had happened at first. She squatted down next to its head, and gave it a pat, and her hand came away covered in slick mucus. Ew, gross, she thought. It raised its eyestalks and looked at her, and the slobbering sounds slowed down and stopped. She realized the slimy goo was making her hand tingle a little and it felt nice, so she rubbed some on one nipple, and instantly it hardened and started to tingle pleasantly. Wow, Vivian thought, for such nasty stuff it really feels good. She smeared some on her other nipple and gave a moan of pleasure as it began to tingle as well, and rubbed her nipples amazed at how sensitive they'd become, even more than usual. I wonder, she thought, and rubbed her hand on the slugs head again, then rubbed the mucus onto her pussy lips, "Ugggggghh!" she gasped as she almost came as the goo soaked in and incredibly intense pleasure soaked into her sex. She scrapped more of the mucus off the slug's slick glistening body and smeared it over herself, gasping and moaning, ohhhhh, the felt so good!
I stopped crying when she kneeled down next to me, and gently rubbed my soft hideous head. I wanted to ask her, why?? Beg her to change me back, but could only gurgle softly. She made a face when she pulled her hand back, strands of my bodies mucus dripping from them, but then a surprised looked came over her face and she rubbed first one, then her other, nipples. She gave a moan of pleasure and rubbed me again; oh, that felt so nice to feel her touch me, and rubbed her hand against her pussy; and then both hands as she gasped and stroked her sex. The sight of her nude body and her scent was enticing to me, and the sight of her pleasuring herself awakened a lust unlike anything I'd ever felt before, and I extended my tentacles and began to gently caress and stroke her body. She seemed a little uneasy at first, but soon was welcoming my gentle loving touch. I still loved her, still wanted her for my lover, still wanted to fuck her no matter what I had become, give her more pleasure then she thought possible. And somehow I knew I could, and would. And she was so beautiful, how I loved her!
Vivian froze for a second as she felt something touch her leg; and looking down saw it was a tentacle. It touched her hesitantly, almost shyly, then slowly curled around her leg and gently stroked it, smearing more of the wonderful mucus onto her increasingly sensitive skin. "Ohhhhh" she moaned, it felt good! The slug's eyes were staring at her, and it was making a strangely soothing soft mewling sound, almost like a bubbly purr. So she relaxed and let the soft rubbery tentacles caress and explore her body as they lathered her in mucus, and she squealed in delight as the tip of one pushed her pumping hands out of the way and slid into her pussy, slowly pushing in deeper and deeper. Five other tentacles slithered around her body until she was almost entirely covered in a layer of glistening slime like the slugs own body, and she closed her eyes and sobbed in pleasure as the tingling sank in through her skin and sex and spread throughout her body. It increased her lust tenfold, and every stroke, every touch, of the tentacles caused feelings of incredible pleasure. She gasped as one slid into her ass, stretching her wide as it probed and forced its way into her intestines, and the tips of others curled around her nipples and squeezed and fondled her breasts. Then as she watched two tentacles that were different from the others slowly approached, and to her amazement the tips opened into four 'fingered' hands, and she could see mouths in the center of them!! With wet sucking sounds they closed over her breasts, and she gave a deep moan as the mouths began to gently suck and lick her nipples, the 'fingers' squeezing and kneading her breasts as tongues inside curled around her nipples, and her whole body shuddered from the incredibly erotic feeling. One tentacle curled around her legs and pulled them out from under her and she was gently lowered to the floor, and she spread her legs wide to let the tentacles slide even deeper into her pussy and ass, grunting as one forced its way through her cervix and into her womb. And the tingling from the mucus began to increase as it soaked into her vaginal muscles and intestines, becoming intense and with a squealing scream she came violently, and the tentacle thrusting in and out of her pussy paused, then withdrew. With a moan she lifted her head and watched as the slug swallowed the tip of the tentacle and sucked on it, obviously enjoying the taste of her sexual juices. Suddenly the huge creature slithered forward, the soft muscular pad on its underside moving up and over her body until it stopped just below her breasts, and she felt something large and semi-rigid slide into her pussy and could feel the shaft was covered with short writhing tendrils, and gave a deep throaty moan of ecstasy as the slug started fucking her, its body remained stationary, the penis thrusting by itself like a piston. Some part of her whispered a vague warning; that she should let a slave be fucked by the slug first, but the overwhelming pleasure caused her to ignore the warning, and it faded away as the tentacles kept caressing her body and fucking her, slurping at her breasts, their caresses gentle and loving, the creature gurgling in obvious pleasure of its own. She stroked its soft rubbery body almost absently as she writhed under its weight, and it extruded more tentacles from its mouth to join those already wrapped around her body, a central mouth tentacle that was different from the others extruded a penis like phallus from its tip, and she licked and caressed the tentacle, then took the tip in her mouth and it slid down her throat as she eagerly sucked it, and the slugs huge body quivered in ecstasy. She knew she was in no danger from this amazingly gentle creature, that all it desired was to pleasure her.
I was still so shy; so inexperienced, as I ran my tentacles over her beautiful nude body. I knew there was something horribly wrong with me, but no longer cared; she was all I cared about. And my tentacles were so sensitive; their feel against her slick body was incredibly arousing. I pushed into every opening I could find except for her mouth as I didn't want to suffocate her. I pushed one tentacle into her pussy and the feel of her vaginal muscles squeezing and caressing it as I probed deeply was almost as good as they'd felt against my cock. I caressed and lathered her body in my slime as she writhed and moaned in ecstasy, coiling my tentacles around her breasts, exploring her anus, touching, feeling, squealing softly in ecstasy of my own. I clamped my two tentacles with the mouths over her nipples and began to suck and squeeze her breasts, and to my surprise was rewarded with a slow trickle of warm sweet fluid and I gurgled happily, it tasted so good! When she suddenly bucked and I felt a flood of fluids soak the tentacle that was deep inside her pussy I pulled it out slowly, and sticking it in my slobbering mouth I sucked it clean, the taste delicious and awakening another need. I slowly slithered up over her body, moving effortlessly on the layer of frictionless mucus my body oozed constantly, and positioning myself felt my penis harden and slide from my vent and press against, then penetrate, her pussy. I pushed as deeply into her as I could and started fucking her gently and slowly, my whole body shuddering from the incredible pleasure. I no longer cared what I was; all that mattered was this unbearable ecstasy and the female I was pleasuring. I opened my mouth flaps and extruded my tongue tentacles and added them to others already caressing and stroking her writhing body, and when she kissed and licked my penile tongue it was wonderful, and as she swallowed my other penis I could hardly stand the intense pleasure, my body quivering as I slobbered from the sexual euphoria.
Vivian clutched the tentacle as she sucked the penis in her mouth, and it would pulse and spurt sweet fluid down her throat every now and then, but she realized it hadn't 'cum' yet. Her legs were pinned by the slugs soft heavy body' only a foot showing on each side, as she bucked and arched, grinding her crotch against the huge penis plunging in and out of her pussy, giving her more pleasure then she'd ever experienced before; the strange shape and writhing tendrils covering it stimulating her vaginal muscles beyond anything she'd have thought possible. She was in an almost mindless daze of pure sexual bliss, the penises in her mouth and pussy, the tentacle in her ass and the other ones caressing and stroking her body, squeezing her breasts and sucking her nipples never stopping, insistent and wonderful. Suddenly she felt the creature's whole body convulse, and felt it cum like a hose into her vagina, cum blasting out from around their joined sexes as it came and came, the one in her mouth also pumping until cum squirted out of her nose and around her lips. And she came too, an incredibly violent and agonizingly pleasurable orgasm that went on, and on. Then her lover paused, and with a wet 'pop' and 'sluck' its penises slid from pussy and mouth and its sucked its mouth tentacles back into its slobbering vagina like mouth, and backing up it slid off of her. But its other tentacles kept fondling and caressing her slick exhausted body. It had been the best sex she'd ever had, and she wanted more, much more.
Finally I reached a point where I had to climax, and gave a wet squeal as a massive orgasm racked my quaking body, and I felt my cocks throb and pulse as I filled my lover full of cum, and I tasted her own sexual juices as she climaxed as well. It had been wonderful, and I was so pleased she had orgasmed as well, that I had pleasured her, I loved her so much. With a soft gurgle I pulled out of her and retracted my mouth tentacles and backed off of her body, and looking down watched as my cum leaked from her pussy and drooled from her mouth. She was obviously happy with my services as she had a smile on her face and kept moaning in pleasure as I kept caressing her beautiful naked body with my arm tentacles. I swiveled my eyestalks and looked back at my huge slimy body, and somehow it didn't seem so horrible anymore, and with a happy gurgle I turned my eyes back to my lover.
Moaning in pleasure Vivian watched as the slug opened the large rubbery flaps on its face again to reveal its soft toothless slobbering maw, and slowly the four long tongues began to emerge, slithering and dripping ooze. They were as much tentacles as tongues, prehensile, soft and wet as they began to twine around her legs. Three were fairly flat and obviously meant for gripping, but the other was round and ended in a bulb like tip containing the penis like phallus she had so enjoyed sucking on. She gave a moan of anticipation as it 'bloomed' again and the large phallus like organ slid out, slick and dripping thick lubricating fluid. 'It's huge!' Vivian thought as tentacles gently pulled her legs open and wide, her sex gaping and exposed, still leaking cum. The round tentacle approached slowly, the blunt head of the thick penis like organ probing and pushing at her nether lips. She stared as it began to push against her labial lips and spread them, the feeling incredible as it began to push into her pussy, slowly but with irresistible force. She arched her back and grunted, then gave a loud squeal as it suddenly penetrated her and began to slid in, thick mucus building up on her mound and soaking her already sopping pubic thatch as the thick fluid was scraped off the organ by her tight sex.
She gasped and moaned; whipping her head back and forth, whimpering in pain and pleasure as it slid in deeper and deeper, she'd never been penetrated so deeply by such a large cock before, and it felt wonderful. She gasped as it pushed through her cervix and into her womb, and then with a wet slurp the flaps of the bulb sealed themselves around her sex, and the phallus began to pump in and out of her with steady hydraulic thrusts. Within seconds another massive orgasm racked her body as she came, and the organ fucking her so well sped up even as she felt it pumping warm cum into her, and she gasped and writhed. She'd never come so close together before, and had felt the incredible pleasure with her whole sensitive mucus covered body. Then she went limp, the three flatter tentacle tongues tightening around her body as they began to pull her legs closed, one on each leg, and one wrapping around her torso to pin her arms against her sides. The other 'arm' tentacles began to pull away, except for the ones suckling at her heaving breasts.
"Uggggh, ohhhh, uh, uh, ahhhhhhhh!" Vivian moaned, awash in sexual euphoria. Mistress Vulva hadn't lied, this was the best sex she'd ever had!
After that taste of her sexual juice I wanted more, wanted to taste her whole body, so I extended my tongues again and began to lick and caress her with them, and pulling her legs apart I pushed my tongue penis between her legs, and opening the tip I penetrated her as deeply as I could, and began fucking her with fast powerful thrusts, and the sensation of it sliding in and out of her tight slick pussy was pure intense ecstasy. I not only fucked her with it, I tasted her with it, and her delicious sexual juices and the feel of her slick vagina muscles was indescribable. I slid my other tongues around her legs, tasting and licking her sweet sweat soaked skin and my own slime, and pulled her legs slowly together around my penis tongue as I kept fucking her, my remaining tongue curling around her chest pinning her arms as I withdrew my arm tentacles. Every time she came I was rewarded with another sudden burst of flavor, eagerly sucking up her fluids, my other tentacles sucking her breasts dry. Slowly I pulled her towards my mouth, opening the gaping drooling maw wide. What better way to love her then to make her a part of me? The fact I saw nothing wrong with that is a testament to just how much I had been changed, not only my body but my mind. There was very little of my human mind left, my new body just couldn't maintain such complicated thoughts.
Vivian gasped as she came again, then almost instantly yet again. It was simply unbelievable, such pleasure was NOT possible! She tried to reach down and pull the tentacle deeper into her pussy, but found her arms were securely pinned against her sides. She didn't really care though; the pumping penis tentacle and ones suckling at her breasts were all she cared about. As she felt something soft and wet close over her feet she raised her head curiously and watched as the tongues began pulling her into the slug's mouth, it looked like she was being swallowed by a giant vagina as the soft lips stretched and flowed over her feet and ankles. It took a few seconds for what was happening to register, Oh my God, she realized, it's eating me! She began to struggle feebly, but it was much too late. Inebriated by nonstop sexual pleasure and securely gripped she could only squirm helplessly. Slowly she slid into the large slobbering mouth, the slime dripping from it lubricating her body even more so her passage was easy and met no resistance, and the feel of those large soft lips and lining of the slugs mouth was incredibly erotic as they slid over her nude sensitive body. As her legs and hips were drawn in with wet sucking/slurping noises the slug's eyes stared down at her, no emotion showing.
"Please, Vivian begged, uggghh, please don't, oh, ahhhh, do this! I'll do anything; I'll, uggh, reverse the spell, but please, ohhh, please let me go! Don't, ugh, UGH, pleassse!"
Then she gave a loud squeal as she came again, the pleasure almost unbearable, the thrusting tentacle speeding up yet again as the two sucking at her breasts pulled away as her breasts slid into the horrible slobbering maw, the feeling as the lips slid over her incredibly sensitive nipples making her sob in pleasure. Nooooo, this can't be happening to me!
The eyes staring at her were no more human than the mind behind them; the final transformation had taken place, the rate greatly increased by the sexual pleasure they were both feeling as the slug could now feel her pleasure as well as it was an empath of sorts, its mucus connecting it to her body and acting as a conducting medium. The man was gone entirely; nothing remained but a slug in both body and mind. It knew it had once been something different, but that was unimportant; a faint memory, now the only thing that existed for the slug was the female it was joining with. But it did love her, it thought she was the most beautiful and desirable female it had ever seen, and was truly making love to her in its own way. It slobbered in happy ecstasy as it slowly sucked her into its mouth, fucking her the whole time.
Vivian was so overwhelmed by terror and unbearable sexual ecstasy she never once thought of calling for help, the listeners in the room next door hearing only sounds of pleasure as they expected, and her pleas were too soft to penetrate the thick walls of the old house. As the lips began to slide over her shoulders she gave one last feeble plea,
"Please, ugghhh, ohhhh, please stop, don't...nufff, mphh, urrgggggmmffff!"
Vivian struggled more desperately now as she slid completely into the slugs mouth and started down its throat, the soft slimy muscles caressing her body feeling sensuous and erotic even as they pulled her to her fate, powerful ripples forcing her down as the tongues let her go, all except the one pumping between her legs nonstop, causing her to come again and again at more frequent intervals as it pumped more of the aphrodisiactic mucus into her now overflowing sex as it ejaculated, the slugs body quivering in ecstasy every time. Her screams could be heard, muffled by the soft muscular body encasing her. Slowly she slid deeper into the slug's body, her passage clearly marked by the large squirming bulge. She tried to slow her passage by clawing at the slick slimy sides of the throat, but there were nothing to hold onto, nothing to grip. She felt her feet press against a tight opening which suddenly softened and stretched as she was pulled and pushed thorough, the tentacle firmly attached to her pussy pulling her, the powerful muscles pushing. The opening closed tightly after she slid through, trapping her in the organ in which she found herself.
The slug slobbered and gurgled happily as it kept swallowing its lover, sealing its lips with a wet slurp as her head disappeared from view. If it understood her pleas it gave no indication. It un-wrapped its three main tongues from her body once she was completely inside of its mouth, and the penis tentacle pulled her into its throat, aided by its powerful muscles as it swallowed her. She tasted absolutely delicious, her powerful orgasms providing even more flavor. The slug turned its head to watch the large bulge slowly sliding down its body until it paused, then with a final powerful contraction pushed her into her final destination. The slug gave a belching gurgle of satisfaction, delicious! Then it looked around briefly, turning its eyestalks every which way, wondering where it was. Somehow this place didn't seem like...home. It didn't smell right, and it was too cool. It gave a high pitched squeal, and felt vaguely disturbed when it wasn't answered by other slugs. It didn't like this place, it felt wrong, somehow it knew it didn't belong here.
Vivian struggled inside the wet humid organ, pushing against sides that felt like soft spongy rubber covered in thick mucus. To her surprise she found she could breathe, the air was humid and thick, but kept her alive. Oh God, she realized, I'm going to be aware and alive while it starts digesting me!! Damn you Vulva, she thought, you bitch!! You didn't tell me it eats people! She also suddenly realized that she could see as the slugs opaque rubbery body had swelled with her entering it and the flesh had stretched and thinned and was now translucent around the bulge her body made, she could actually see the faint blurred shapes of furniture and the glare of lights, so near yet so far. And she was also aware of gurgling rumbling sounds coming from the slugs guts in which she now resided.
The slug curled around and looked at the blurred figure inside its body, and licked its tongue over the bulge lovingly, remembering the taste and feel as she slid down its throat. It wished it could do that again, but once swallowed it was a one way trip. With a sighing gurgle it pulled its eyestalks in to rest as the next stage started, its body quivering in pleasure.
Vivian arched and squealed as another massive orgasm racked her body, the massive penis in her pussy still rapidly thrusting, damn it, why was it still fucking her? If not for her situation it would have been wonderful, but now the sexual pleasure just made it hard for her to think, to try and come up with a way OUT of here! There had to be a spell, something! She screamed for help, but the sounds were muffled and unintelligible. She whimpered as the slick walls began to tighten around her until she was pushed into a lying position with her arms at her sides, and it was getting harder to breath. This is it, she thought, as thick warm fluid began to ooze from the lining of the organ and flow over her body as it filled the remaining space. She felt tears welling in her eyes, she didn't want to die like this; anything was better than being digested alive! At least it would be quick, as she began gasping for air.
Suddenly she gave a surprised squeal as she felt something sliding against her buttocks, and then an even louder one as something slid into her anus! She tried to clench her sphincter but the intrusion felt like a rubber coated steel cable and slid deeply into her. It paused, and then began to slide in and out. Holy crap, she thought, now it's fucking me in my ass too! She climaxed in an explosion of agonizing ecstasy, a loud grunting moan escaping her clenched lips as she tried to keep them above the rising level of thick warm fluid. The fluid rose over her face and she gasped and spit it out of her mouth and nose as long as she could, and just when she started to pass out and opened her mouth wide to scream one last time something round and thick suddenly pushed into her mouth and slid down her throat, and gagging she tried to bite it but her jaws were easily forced apart. It's a tentacle of some kind, she realized, as warm moist air began to flow into her nostrils and mouth as the tentacle sealed firmly around her lower face. She sucked greedily at the air after having nearly suffocated, and felt her mind clear. Then she gagged again as something slid through the tentacle and into her mouth and down her throat. She ran her tongue over it, and it was shaped like a...penis, complete with head and corona. Then it began to slowly slide in and out of her mouth. At first she resisted, but suddenly her mouth filled with a thick sweet fluid, and despite herself she began to eagerly suck and lick the phallus like thing and was rewarded with more of its sweet cum. Soon she was orgasming almost constantly, cumming nonstop from the incredible pleasure from the phalluses pistoning in her pussy, ass, and mouth, the warm fluid filling the organ tingled and felt so wonderful against her sensitive skin. She gave a muffled moan as two smaller tentacles curled around her chest and wrapped around her breasts before attaching their tips to her nipples, and she felt small mouths began to suckle at her breasts again and screamed as she came again, and then again. Oh no, please! She thought, it's going to keep me alive and fuck me while I'm being digested!! It could take days! Nooooo, please!
The slug quivered and gurgled in ecstasy as it keep fucking its lover, in all of her openings now, it's pleasure tentacles penetrating her to the maximum possible with each thrust as they filled her with its cum, her soft breasts providing it with a steady flow of sweet warm milk. And it felt what she felt, every stroke, and every orgasm as well as its own pleasure and sexual release. And it was just starting, and as its fluids completely saturated her body it would get even better as she became a part of it.
Vivian squirmed and writhed helplessly, lost in overwhelming sexual exstasy as the slug kept fucking her nonstop, the only thing changing was it would slow down sometimes before speeding up again. She was orgasming constantly now, one long unending burst of agonizing pleasure, wave after wave of ecstasy drowning her senses. She was no longer aware of anything other than the never ending pleasure, the unbearable sexual euphoria as she bucked and moaned; the slick sides of the organ caressing every inch of her body, constantly lathering her in more mucus.
As the dawn approached there was a puff of red smoke and Mistress Vulva appeared. It was unusual for her to do so without being summoned, but she was here on 'official' business. The Pleasure Slug, being a demonic being, would have to return to Hell at dawn even though it had once been human, the human soul still trapped in its body. She was there to take it to the only place something like it could call home. Vulva actually felt some sympathy for the poor human male who had become the monstrosity she saw before her. She walked up to it and stroked its hideous rubbery head, and it gummed her affectionately with its large rubbery lips and licked her with the tips of its tentacle tongues, and the sweet mucus didn't bother her at all as she licked it from her fingers. She looked into its beautiful eyes and saw nothing human in their depths, which was probably for the better. Unknowing blissful oblivion was better than insanity.
"Hello my pet, Vulva said softly, as she gently stroked its head, are you ready to come home with me?"
The slug answered by gurgling happily; one of its tongues slithering out to lick her hand, not knowing what she was saying but responding to the kind touch and soft voice. Somehow it knew she would take care of it.
Vulva crouched down next to the slug's swollen belly and looked at the clearly visible figure of Vivian writhing in agonizing ecstasy. She pressed a hand against the slug's soft side and squeezed one of Vivian's large breasts, a tentacle sucking eagerly at its nipple. For a moment Vivian's eyes opened and there was recognition in them, and they pleaded with Vulva, before they rolled up again as the ecstasy of another intense orgasm pulled her back down into a haze of sexual euphoria.
"Don't worry my dear, Vulva said, you won't die, not ever. The Pleasure Slug didn't eat you; it made you a part of itself. It will keep you inside of it and fuck you for eternity, the agonizing pleasure nonstop, never ending. You are its lover, and it will make love to you forever."
The eyes flickered again; horrified realization in them, wide and staring at Vulva for mercy, for help, as Vivian writhed in helpless ecstasy.
"Sorry, why should I care? Vulva said, did you not get what you wanted, the ultimate sexual experience? Besides, I couldn't help even if I wanted to; you are part of the slug now, a pleasure organ if you like. The tentacles are now a part of your body, your flesh has joined with its. And I find it deliciously ironic; with a touch of justice, that you shall spend eternity inside the body of the human male you sentenced to eternity as a near brainless slug, at least you will make eternity enjoyable for him. And he is young, and will soon add more lovers to his 'harem', but you will always be his favorite."
Vulva gently stroked the slug's eyestalks as it drooled and mewled in pleasure; to her the great beast was a beautiful thing. They had been created or the exact purpose that this one was fulfilling. It would roam the wilds of Hell living a simple life as it pleasured its lovers for eternity. They could grow to the size of whales and 'accommodate' dozens of 'lovers'. Demonkind delighted in giving certain mortals over to the loving care of the giant beasts.
"You'll take good care of her, won't you my lovely?" Vulva said.
For a few seconds the dim eyes of the slug brightened, and it nodded its head slowly as if it understood her, before mewling in pleasure again as the brief intelligence faded. But it would always know, somehow, that it had once been something different. But even with that faint memory it was happy now, so long as it had its lover to take care of and pleasure. It reached out a slippery tongue and gently licked Vulva's hand and arm, gurgling affectionately.
"Come, Vulva said as she stroked its head, the dawn approaches and we must go home. I think you'll like it."
The End
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