Milking Her Prisoner

Once, the ruined building had been some sort of temple or shrine. In the moonlight, Lois could see faded mosaics, painted figures of men and women doing homage before a figure of two horned, crimson figures. The reporter kept her distance from Blaze, and slipped from shadow to shadow, niche to empty niche, not even thinking of snakes or scorpions, the air dry and cool on her naked body...

The central corridor led to a larger room, where moonlight streamed in from a broken roof, illuminating a strange and terrible sight.

Chained on a stone dias was a crimson beast of a man. Dark horns curled up from his brow, and an ornate helmet kept his face in shadow, all except for the burning white eyes without pupil or iris, and the glint of white teeth. The figure was naked , on his hands and knees, muscles straining...but strange sigils burned on each link, and at the collar that weighed heavily on his thick neck, the manacles around wrist and ankle...and, Lois saw with a gasp, around the swollen balls.

They were the size of cantaloupes, and hung nearly to the floor. A metal ring as thick as the reporter's wrist was cinched around the scrotum, welded to another that was fastened about the crimson creature's cock—a swollen monstrosity at least a foot long, writhing with purple veins. Lois snuck closer, conscious of how she could be caught at any time...and found, in the fallen rubble of the chamber, a space where she could squeeze out of sight of Blaze yet still hear their words.

"...release me sister, and I will forgive you for this indignity." The prisoner growled. "On my name, I swear it. I will seek no vengeance from you..."

"What a kind and generous offer, brother," Blaze said, her English thick with that strange accent. "But I think I like you better this way. My plans proceed apace. All I need is more of your seed with which to intoxicate and enthrall the mortal women to my whim... Now come, I'm sure you're pent up."

"Whore of our mother!" The prisoner's voice shook the ceiling. "Bitch of hell! If you want my seed so bad, come and I'll breed a bastard in you that will eat its way out of your womb!"

Angelica Blaze's laughter was light and musical...and then she did something, and the prisoner grunted in pain. Cautiously, Lois crept around to look.

The runes and sigils on the chains burned, casting strange shadows on the wall, blackening the scarlet flesh wherever they touched it, smoke rising from the wounds.

"No, brother. None of that. You must remember we are not equals anymore. You are nothing but my cow, and I will suffer you only so long as you provide me with milk. When I have drained the last drop of your power, and you are a weak and emasculated thing, then perhaps it will be my pleasure to breed an heir in your body...if only to complete your utter humiliation."

Within the helmet, the white teeth were a rictus of pain...and down between his legs, Lois noticed there was a plastic bucket. Blaze ran two fingers on the underside of his sensitive glans. Over and over, working with casual familiarity and economy, her right hand lifting those heavy testes, one after another...and at last, some critical threshold was reached, the swollen purple head ready to explode...and a burst of grey-white goo, thick and oddly familiar, spurted out in long, ropy strings.

Lois watched in utter amazement. She remembered how much cum a hundred men had managed to make, a tablespoon at a time. Yet the bucket had to be able to hold a couple of pints, and by the time the prisoner was through, it was full to the brim, drops of it overflowing and running down the side.

"There you are," Blaze said as she wiped her fingers on her brother's shoulder. "One more loss to me. One more step toward your utter degradation. I think you look forward to my using you as a woman, dear brother."

She laughed. It echoed against the walls as Blaze picked up the bucket and walked back, out of the ruin, across the sands. Lois remained hidden, her mind working hard. There had to be something here she could use...some way to overcome Blaze. Her every journalistic instinct was on edge, and for a little while she could ignore her sealed pussy, with all the cum sloshing about inside of it.

Then the helmeted head rose, and sniffed the air.

"You can come out now," the voice growled. "My sister is gone. There is only I...Satanus..."