Approach the Oophid

The duke offered mysterious assistance, along with a cryptic warning about the tube-headed daemon called the "Oophid." But something struck you as wrong about the duke. As if he is trying to trick you. Maybe the Oophid is the exact creature you need to talk to.

Its four tiny black eyes, perched atop the wormlike protrusion of its head, watch you as you walk through the jostling crowd and approaching the hulking daemon. You take a deep breath as you clear the last of the crowd and stand before the green-skinned giant. Well, perhaps not a giant, but his shoulder is higher than your head and his flesh, though glistening and strange, seems to be exquisitely muscled.

The Oophid's mouth is not only toothless but it seems completely unsupported. Like a damp sleeve dangling from the end of his head like the body of a huge worm. He turns his back to the bar and faces you, exposing the twin fleshy flails of his cocks. Their color is a darker shade of green and for his size they seem approximately human in proportion. Their tips, however, are more like short-fingered anemones than the bulging plum of a human phallus.

"Oh, my," you breathe, watching his cocks become erect. "I... um..."

You look at the inscrutable black eyes again. The Oophid snorts and exhales a strange-scented breath that ripples the edges of his mouth.

"The duke told me to stay away from you," is the best introduction you can come up with. "I don't trust the duke. Should I trust you?"

The creature stares at you for several seconds with its unblinking eyes. Other than its obvious arousal, it makes no sound nor any move to encourage or threaten you.

"Well," you mutter, glancing down at its twin cock. "Perhaps not. Sorry, um, I bothered you."

You turn to push your way through the crowd once more and escape this uncomfortable encounter. You do not make it even a step away from the Oophid. The giant worm-headed daemon grabs you with both arms and pulls your back against his body.

You kick once, helplessly, and then a hot, fleshy hood descends over your head. You realize, as you desperately cry out inside this fetid tunnel, that your head has been swallowed down to where your throat meets your torso by that awful worm. Sticky flesh muffles your screams and rancid slime fills your mouth. You try to lash out, but the Oophid's powerful arms hold you in place.

Terror becomes resignation as the daemon's wriggling cocks, slick with slime, squirm their way into your quim and anus. You can do nothing but stand helplessly, partially bent forward with your head swallowed up in this daemon's tube-like gullet, as it begins to fuck you hard in both of your tender holes. It sets a relentless pace, slamming its muscular hips against the softness of your ass and making your breasts jiggle with each stroke. The tendrils of each cock stroke inside your body, seeking you and caressing your inner passages.

"Help me!" you scream, tears joining the slick mucus on your face. Your wails becoming a **** whimper inside the daemonic mouth. Its huge cocks stretch your holes. Its powerful body dominates you as the slime in its mouth soaks into your flesh.

Hot daemonic seed gushes into your bowels. Another powerful throb and your womb begins to flood with the daemon's cum. The sensation is maddening and you welcome the darkness that quickly closes in around your mind.

Perhaps an hour later, the Oophid stands before the **** master. The gray-skinned daemon looks over the merchandise being offered by the silent Oophid. Yes, good breeding hips, pert breasts that may grow, only one problem.

"I keep telling you, I can put a collar on them," says the **** master. "They're worth less when they're like this."

He touches the puckered stump of the human's neck. Even the **** master is unsure how the Oophid can claim the head of one of its prey and yet they live on. He doesn't care.

"Two red," says the **** master.

The Oophid takes hold of the headless woman and begins to lead her away. She stumbles blindly along beside him.

"Alright, alright, three," says the **** master.

The Oophid hisses with satisfaction and takes the three red coins. He shoves the headless body over to the **** master and the rotund daemon grunts and begins to lead her down to the breeding pits. Admiring her rump, he thinks that at least this one won't complain. He gives her hindquarters a good smack.

"No, not the breeding pits for you, not just yet. Let's have a little fun first."

Lucky for you, there is nothing left of your mind to experience the **** master's idea of fun.