/chaos/ - Monster Alternative

I seemed to rise to the surface of consciousness, the darkness slipping

away to cold painful awareness.

Bright lights burn its way through my eyelids like acid, while steel

shackles foil my instincts to shield them.

My mouth is packed with steel wool, jaw unhinged, enormous pain throbs

around my eyes, cheek bones, and along my jaw line.

Breathing is only possible through my nose, but the passage is

constricted by the amount of steel wool pushing up against the soft

membrane at the roof of my mouth. Every attempt to move my tongue or jaw

sends a bone rattling shiver down my spine as the steel scrapes across my

teeth. My gag reflex must be numbed as I realize the steel continues part

way down my throat.

The only sounds I hear are my own movements, my raspy breathing, the

drumming of my heart, and a mechanical hum which most likely is also the

source of the bright light.

The warmth of my body is slowly being siphoned away by the metallic

table I lay upon. Fingers tracing the edge I discover the table to be a

shallow pan and I decide I must be on a medical table, perhaps like those

used by medical examiners during an autopsy.

I hear a soft click above me as the light goes off, and I sneak a peek

through half closed lids. Deciding I am alone and that the light must be

on a timer I open eyes to survey my predicament.

Starting with my right I discover another table, a woman with lifeless

eyes peers knowingly at me. Her torso is mutilated and her body is covered

with a slimy substance.

Following the lines of her body I find her also shackled, our bounds

seem to be handcuffs cut in half and bolted to the table.

Beyond our feet to the right I see a heavy looking wrought iron door in

the corner, cobble stone walls and large candles placed aimlessly along a

ledge that seems to run the perimeter of the room maybe a foot from the

ceiling.

Above us is a long robotic arm with a large disk of lights at its end,

and a camera mounted in its center seems to be recording. Beyond that I

find the ceiling to be of large wooden beams spaced a foot and a half

apart, with chain link fencing supporting what can only be described as a

demolition above us. Stones, wood, trash, and other debris can be seen

through the mesh.

The right side wall is around 3 yards from the second table and the

right corner perhaps 10 yards. The wall beyond our heads is also bare save

for the before mentioned perimeter ledge of candles and a wooden door in

the left corner.

The left wall is littered with numerous implements of torture and pain.

The inventory of surgical saws, drills, and crushing tools combined with

the floggers, paddles, massager and various devices Ive never seen before

threatens to abduct my sanity as my imagination runs wild.

Scanning further down the wall I find the left corner of the room beyond

my feet dark, as no candles are present on the ledge above.

Movement catches my eye, my heart begins to race, and panic chokes in my

throat. Large eyes peer back at me from the darkness, head swaying back

and forth like a metronome. Walking on hands and feet like an ape the form

ascends upon me. A woman with filthy hair matted against her skull and her

left eye rattling loosely in it's socket.

As she approaches my nose burns with a foul smell. A long tongue

slithers out of her mouth like a snake, black, red, and covered with sores.

She disappears from view as she crawls closer to table.

Suddenly her head bursts into view beside my left foot, and all my self

control fails, panic grips my mind and I struggle fruitlessly against my

restraints.

My attacker responds by licking my foot, her slimy mucus has the

consistency of honey. She leaps onto the table, her face inches from mine,

the stench of rotted flesh chokes my lungs.

Her face is wrapped in bandages, only her eyes and mouth are visible.

Her right eye seems to pierces my soul and her left eye shudders and rolls

at random.

Her head continues to roll around on her neck. She makes a horrific

groan as she slithers back down the table and sits between my knees. She

is wearing a bright pink, skin tight, latex suit complete with gloves and

boots. Short zippers on each breast, and another can be seen at her

crotch. Her tongue slides out of her mouth and her drool pours out onto my

crotch. My revolting disgust is short lived as my mind begins to fill with

a sense of euphoria. My panic rests and my body submits to this new

pleasure.

She lowers her head and her tongue spirals and twists around my

erection. My fast swelling cock is already twice the size I have ever seen

it.

I'm torn between the horror and disgust of the scene before me and the

heavenly pleasure of her touch.

Bobbing her head, lips against my crotch she swallows my erection into

her throat. Her tongue swirls and massages my cock in her mouth, her right

eye stays focused intently on mine.

When she releases my cock from her throat I find it has swollen

dangerously, dark purple, throbbing and the size of a one liter soda

bottle.

I fear my erection will hemorrhage from all the blood, or I might faint

from the loss of pressure and miss the pleasure of orgasm. Another beastly

groan from my demon of pleasure and she swallows cock greedily again.

Hungrily she bobs her head, tongue sliding, twirling, twisting, spiraling

around my swollen member.

I have never felt such amazing pleasures in my life, my mind swirling

with euphoria, disgust, and torment.

I'm torn between deep desire and lust for the pleasures provided by this

demon before me and the deep disgust of her image the putrid stench of her

rotting flesh, slimy infected tongue, and psychotic mannerisms.

Her throat starts to vibrate as she groans and sings her lust for my

prize. My body shivers with intensity and submission. Suddenly my

pleasure erupts into her throat and she responds by sucking wildly and

fiercely draining my testicles completely.

A few minutes of powerful sucking, her mouth releases me and she stands,

the blood rushes back from my erection into my system causing muscle spasms

and prickly pain through out my limbs, like they had been asleep.

My mind, now released from her seductive power, shatters from intense

horror and fear as I black out.

I awake again hours, maybe even days later. I searched the corner in

fear, but she is not there.

With relief I begin to work out my plan of escape. The dead woman on my

right has been replaced with another woman. Her chest rises in steady

rhythm proving she is alive. Her mouth is also stuffed with steel wool,

and limbs shackled to the table. A creaking sound pulls my attention to

the wooden door behind us. Our tormentor has returned, she crawls along

the floor and my heart races in excitement and horror.

I'm ashamed of myself as I feel my cock hardening and my mind fills with

hope that she will provide the pleasure I received last time. Her head

comes into view beside my left ear. She licks my face and I welcome it,

the putrid stench, the thick slimy saliva coating my cheek. I hear the

girl awaken and struggle to my right, but I don't care. I want the

monstrous demon to please me. She is all I want to focus on. She

continues to crawl up onto the table, today her latex suit is white. She

pauses in a 69 position and after sucking my erection into her mouth she

opens the zipper of her crotch over my face.

The stench is nauseating and revolting but I find my desire to return

her pleasures over whelming and I strain my neck to rub her boil ridden

cunt on my face. Her pussy answers my eager show of affection with a slimy

white mucus to coat my face. Using the steel wool I attack her cunt

hungrily, wishing I could taste her sour juices, I struggle to bring her to

orgasm.Wanting to please her in return for the wonderful bliss she is

gifting me with as she works my rod.

Suddenly she growls, and stands. She positions herself over my erection

and stares deep into my eyes.

She drops suddenly onto my huge cock, even larger than the last time,

and impales herself with a grunt.

Something sharp scrapes at the head as she bottoms out on my expanded

tool. Her head goes back and her long tongue flicks about as she bounces

aggressively on my engorged cock. Her cunt muscles spasm and stroke me,

sucking at me even stronger than her throat had done. Each time she lands

against my pelvis something sharp snags the flesh at the head of my cock.

The pain gets worse as her pace increases, until suddenly she stands. I

see a few tentacles hanging from her putrid cunt and grasping my cock.

With the screams of woman giving birth she rids herself of a large black

octopus with a splash of gallons of foamy white fluids.

The octopus

slithers and crawls toward my face as my demon lover drops back down onto

my swollen and bloody cock.

I hear the woman to my right franticly struggling against her

restraints, but I'm far too involved in my own passionate nightmare to

acknowledge her pleas.

The octopus strokes my face with its tentacles and looks intently into

my eyes with deep lust and desire. Behind this monstrosity I see my demon

slut peering at me with her one good eye. She is screeching, her body is

convulsing with desire for my milky treat. My vision blurs as I reach an

even higher level of orgasm.

My body cycles through several orgasms as my seed fills her womb. It

takes nearly 10 minutes to completely empty my testicles this time. I

estimated gallons of cum must have been siphoned from my body. The octopus

turns and heads back toward my whore as the blood begins to flow from

erection back to my body.

Again I'm faced with prickly pain in my limbs and sudden horror and

nauseating disgust and fear.

I watch the octopus force itself back into the demon whores cunt,

plugging it and salvaging the entirety of my man juice, before I lose

consciousness.

Exhaustion overcomes me and I sleep deeply for days, but when I awake I

find myself at home. I'm on the floor beside my couch, and my pants are

wet. The scent confirms I have urinated in my sleep. I rub my eyes and

scratch my head before standing and heading for the shower. "Was it all a

dream?" I ask myself aloud.

In the shower minutes later I discover healed scars on the head of my

cock. Perhaps weeks have passed since I received these cuts. But they are

healed completely. My balls are swollen to the size of grapefruit and

covered with small puss filled boils. My mind flashes with a scene of the

demon whore's putrid cunt and I'm instantly hard. My hand grips my

erection and I yank myself to orgasm. My cum sprays forcefully across the

shower and coats the wall with possibly a gallon of horrendous green spunk.

In my surprise I slip and fall crashing my head on the soap rack and the

pain causes another fierce orgasm, another gallon of putrid greenish man

juice flowed across the shower floor. The smell send shivers of pleasure

through my body as I pass out, hoping I can see my demon whore one more

time.

I hope you enjoy.

The image posted is a commission of the artist to draw this character.

>>1730

Forgive the place for not really being that populated. Any more of her?

Too spoopy

>>1932

I like. Any more stories with her?

Sorry. This is the only story.

I had intended for others to write more about her, like Slenderman and the like…

I've written lots of short erotica, some you can find here

http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Twisted_Tiger_Prince/

But they aren't really relevant to this blog.