Swallowed by Shadows

Time ebbed and flowed, and Libby went in and out of fitful sleep. It was impossible to tell how long she'd been down here. Hours? Days? Longer?

The sound of rushing water jolted her from the grip of a nightmare. She'd been suspended above a vat of boiling tar, the bones of the damned bubbling up from the roiling surface.

She pushed herself to her feet. A deluge was raining from a spigot in the ceiling that she hadn't noticed until now, draining into a grate in the center of the floor. She stumbled forward, half-falling into the cascade, the water hot and unthawing her frozen muscles. She opened her mouth to drink her fill, to let it saturate her dehydrated cells, only to instantly spit it out. The water was salty and had a high mineral content, as if it had come from an aquifer deep under layers of ancient shale and stone.

Just after Galen had left, she'd removed the offensive plug and discarded it in a far corner of the room. She felt foolish when she decided to retrieve it and rinse it off, but she had no way of knowing if she'd be subjected to use it again. At least it wouldn't be dirty if she had to reinsert it.

The water cut off just as she started to feel warm again. She didn't feel clean, not by a long shot, and she was still thirsty, but at least she'd been able to cleanse her mouth and scrub the grime from her body.

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Hours, or perhaps two or three days later, the occupant of the cell across had started calling out to her. Libby had known that _whatever _they were, they had to be the lowest of the low, as evidenced from their sudden emission when she'd been **** to swallow Galen's cum. Only… she couldn't pass up an opportunity to gather information. Painfully aware of how clueless she was, she knew her continued ignorance would only serve to get her killed in a place like this.

The vile thing had tried to lure her towards the bars. It had come close to grabbing her with a long, sinuous appendage that she hadn't seen snaking towards her until the very last moment. She'd had to dive out of the way, scraping up her knees and the heels of her palms in the process. The boneless arm had thrashed against her bars, knocking over the sconce in the hallway. The flame had instantly guttered out, plunging the cell and the corridor outside into complete darkness.

A tapping sound brought her back from the edge of what she was sure was the beginning of insanity, a place where her dark thoughts had spiraled into a twisted knot.

If her all-consuming thirst was any gauge, she'd already been down here for days. Without the light from the corridor, Libby was completely blind, and the mental map of her cell was her only guide. The sound had come from a portion of the rock wall near the front of her cell, and she crept towards it, using her hands to navigate. The tapping grew louder and more insistent as she came closer. She extended both hands, searching for the wall. Her fingers made contact with the gritty, cold surface.

But then the back of her hand brushed over something hot, the direct contact of heat like a burn against her skin, and she jerked away. When nothing jumped out to attack her, her fingers found it again, and whatever it was twitched. She knew this couldn't be her neighbor's appendage, it was on the wrong side of the cell, for one. Her fingers traced the spot on the wall. It was then that she knew with the sharpest clarity she'd had in as long as she could remember what this was. She was kneeling in front of the square four by four opening in the wall.

"Hungry?" came a raspy, muffled voice from the other side. She'd jumped the moment they'd spoken, unable to dredge up a reply. "Make me spill, little whore, and my cum is yours."

Her hunger, though gnawing and constant, paled in comparison to her thirst. Every swallow was agony, every breath scraped like sandpaper through her desert-dry throat. The faint tang of blood from her cracked lips mixed with the mineral taste of the undrinkable water she'd tried to consume. It left her mouth tacky, yet somehow still painfully dry.

Any hesitation she thought she would have, any resistance she thought she would put up in this moment, disintegrated and scattered to dust. Perhaps she would look back and wish she'd put up more of a fight, but the mind could only hold out so long before the body's demands overtook rationale.

She dropped to her knees, wrapped both hands around the wide shaft, and buried it into her mouth. No light emanated from the other side, but she knew this wasn't Galen's cock, nor did she think it was Fenrow's, either. It was big, but she could fit most of it in her mouth, if only barely.

Unable to make use of her eyes, she could only describe what she felt with her hands and her mouth. The tip was conical and covered in thin, pliant bristles that tangled with her tongue. She'd jerked back the first time, a shudder of disgust rolling down her spine. But she was beyond **** and near-mad for an ounce of moisture, and her **** was woefully short lived. Wrapping her lips around it once more, she worked it as best she could. The underside was deeply ridged, the top covered in a bulbous protrusion that made it difficult for her to maneuver around.

At first, it was hard getting started. Her mouth was dry, and it was impossible to encourage her saliva to coat her lips. But as she laved his tip, he shot a few jets into her mouth, and the thick substance coated the inside of her cheeks. It wasn't as hot as Galen's precum, but it was just as complex. It foamed around her lips as she worked him, the robust flavor tart and only slightly astringent.

Without warning, the throbbing length swelled in her mouth and liberally sprayed her throat with cum, each powerful spurt a foul balm for her raging thirst. She drank him greedily, the first taste of something substantial in a days, maybe more.

Once her visitor retracted himself and left, she blindly felt her way back to the corner, covered herself with the coverlet, and let her thoughts fade to white noise.

The next cock would not arrive for a very long time. When it did, it was accompanied by that tapping sound once again. She crawled across the room on her hands and knees, exhaustion not letting her expend more energy than strictly necessary.

She whimpered as the first drop of precum landed on her tongue, pressing her body as close to the wall as she could possibly get. It wasn't the same cock, though she hadn't expected it to be. Her captors wouldn't be satisfied with only partially debasing her. They wanted to humiliate her, and what better way to do it than forcing her to take sustenance from any male they saw fit?

The owner of this cock liked to tease her, liked to pull back so that she had to extend her tongue through the hole and beg him to come back. When he grunted his release, he chose to step further back and come into the opening, forcing Libby to catch each spurt and lap it up from the gritty stone.

Once he left, she started to make her way back to her pitiful coverlet. She'd made it halfway across the room before the tapping started again, and she nearly tripped over her own feet, staggering back the way she'd come.

The mouthfeel of this one was heavenly. Smooth, so smooth, like polished stone against the roof of her mouth. Even though it should have revolted her, she'd been deprived of stimulation for so long that the slippery drag of it was a weighted comfort along her tongue.

The one at the other end liked to speak to her, liked to say things that degraded her and cracked the layers of armor she'd painstakingly built around herself.

"Human holes like you don't deserve to lick the sweat off my balls, yet here you are, getting to suck me off like this. What a lucky whore you are. I bet you're looking forward to having something to eat. I'm sure you must be starving."

She tried her best to ignore him, focusing on stimulating him with her hands and using her tongue to stimulate the rounded tip.

"It's a shame that the unification is still spans away. Hoping I get a chance to sample more than this useless mouth of yours."

A flicker of fear surged at his words, but she stamped it down. No, she couldn't think about the future. If she did, she would start to spiral, and she didn't want to lose herself again. It had taken her so long to come back last time.

Though it scored her pride to the marrow to admit it, a cock sliding through this hole was the only thing she had to look forward to. It kept her here, it kept her present. It came with the promise of food.

Heat flared across her face, the remainder of his words sinking in and shaming her. She shouldn't care that he thought her blowjob was lousy. She should want them to hate this as much as she did. Except that's not the only thing she felt.

Libby was insulted. She was no pro when it came to this kind of thing, though she'd given a few when she'd been in her short relationship with Brandon.

She started to work the male in earnest, hollowing her cheeks and working him deeper into her throat, bracing her hands against the wall to allow her to sit as close as possible. He could demean her and make her feel small, but she was the one giving him pleasure, and she was the one who decided when he would come. The thought was heady, made her feel powerful for the first time since Galen and Fenrow had first **** her on the library floor.

Just as she was getting him to the verge, just as his thrusts became more erratic, he wrenched himself free from her mouth, his breathing a little ragged on the other side of the wall. A smug smile touched her lips, but it was short lived.

"Thank me, and I'll give you my cum."

Libby's hand curled into a fist against the wall. When she didn't respond, a rumbling laugh echoed into her cell.

"I can take as long as this needs to. I can hold myself back from cumming indefinitely, and from how long you've been in there, I daresay you need this more than I do."

She hated that he was right. She hated this place, she hated herself, and every moment she spent in here made her yearn for the day she could see the sky again, even if that meant she would be subjected to the most wretched of acts. But she had to stay alive. She had to _live _to see that day.

So she thanked him. She thanked him as his cum coated her tongue, as it flowed down her throat and filled her hollow belly.

Then she curled up into a ball, covered her ears to block out the screams, and let unconsciousness take her.

She'd taken to sleeping under the opening. Cocks of all shapes and sizes would extrude through the hole at random hours, and she would suck them until they spilled. A few tasted sweet, which were a rare delicacy and a pleasant surprise, while others had a smoky, bitter quality.

Only one had tasted terrible, but she'd quickly forgotten about the taste the moment its stringy cum had hit the back of her throat and filled her belly. The residual effects of that semen had made her feel high for what had to have been days. It had been utter bliss to float in and out of awareness, for her body to feel light and buzzing.

It'd been the best she'd felt in as long as she could remember.

Her eyes flew open, ripped out of a bleak, nonsensical dream. A single tap was all it took, and she was upright, extending her tongue through the hole, holding her head at the best angle.

"Hello, Libby. You look so beautiful like that. I always knew you'd make the perfect little cumslut."

It'd taken awhile for her sluggish brain to boot up and recognize that saccharine sweet voice. Fenrow.

"How…" she began, struggling to push the words out. "How long have I been in here?"

"A little over a month, by Earth standard time. As I'm sure you've guessed, our time moves a bit differently here."

A month. It'd already felt like far, far longer than that. Galen had said she'd be **** to stay down here for months, which meant she was at most halfway through her time.

A sob caught in her throat, and Fenrow cooed at her from the other side of the opening.

"No, no. Don't pull away. Come here, and let me feed you, baby."

Pride had no place here. Tears ran down her cheeks the instant the tip of his cock touched her lips, and she knew with sudden clarity that whatever changes Galen had gone through, Fenrow had gone through his own as well.

The tip was massive, spread across the top of an impossibly wide shaft. At first, she thought it was this ridiculous girth all the way down, but soon realized as she ran her hands over slippery, satiny skin that only the upper half of his cock swelled to this size, the lower half about three-quarters of its width.

Libby started to suckle on the broad end, running her tongue through a slit that bisected the entire underside like a sloping valley. She was rewarded with a few pearls of cum, and she licked them clean before she went back to exploring the long depression and cramming her tongue inside each divot and whorl.

"Fuck, that feels good," he said, letting out a low string of curses as her tongue found a series of fringes that felt like dozens of little gills. "It would seem your time down here has done you some good, after all. I can't wait to see how far you've come after a couple more months in here. Fuck, Libby."

Her thoughts echoed his proclamation in an endless loop. A couple more months …. a couple more months… The incessant mantra matched her pace, and she pushed past the pang of despair, focusing instead on getting him off, looking forward to the temporary relief of his cum. Hungry, she was so hungry.

"Foreign dignitaries have come from every layer of the underworld to witness the rite," he said around a breathy gasp. "It's a shame you're down here missing the festivities, but it's a small penance for your crime, all things considered."

Libby couldn't believe that these sick people were punishing her for losing her virginity to shitty fucking Brandon. The few times they'd done it hadn't even been good, but she'd stuck around just in case it was something she'd been doing wrong. Turns out, he just sucked at sex just as much as he sucked at being her boyfriend.

None of it made any fucking sense. Why did they act like they cared about her purity, only to subject her to their sick, sadistic whims? In the long stretches of time she spent alone, she would turn it over and over in her mind, struggling to grapple with it. No matter how she tried to rationalize their actions, she kept coming back to the same conclusion.

That none of it made any fucking sense.

"Lust arrived first, of course, followed by Wrath. Even Gluttony will be coming. Oh, you'll absolutely _love _him. They'll pay you a visit before the rite, I'm sure. I've heard their semen keeps little sows like you satiated for a long time. Or so I've been told, anyway."

Libby ignored the way his laugh made her feel, instead focusing on urging him towards the edge. From the texture, she could only too clearly picture the gnarled, hulking length, and it was in her mouth. Stretching her lips as far as they would go, slamming into the back of her throat and triggering her gag reflex, which had gone numb until now.

For the past month, she'd avoided processing the full reality of what she'd been **** to consume. Hearing Fenrow say it, having him acknowledge that she'd been existing off cum alone, made her suddenly feel as insignificant and vile as the men who came to her hole claimed she was.

"Monarchs from the every corner of Hell will be attending the rite. I guess you could say that when the various powers that be heard we had a little human who was strictly on a cum diet, they rushed here to bear witness to it. I'll have you know that everyone is looking forward to your debut." He released a breathy chuckle. "It may be your first time meeting everyone, but everyone will already feel like they know you quite intimately by then, won't they, Libby?"

Libby had thought she was past shame. That she'd become numb to it and had sank as low as she could possibly sink. But the thought that the cocks she'd been sucking belonged to people she would be meeting, people who knew her identity, sent a wave of nausea roiling through her hollow stomach.

The first few days, Libby had clung to the hope that everyone had been using the word Hell figuratively. For this place was truly a hellscape, both above and below. She'd never found religion, and thinking in terms of Heaven or Hell had always seemed like humanity's way of copping out. But now, after she'd sucked off over eighty cocks in a subterranean prison for more than a month, it was abundantly clear that like the portal, neither Galen or Fenrow had been using a euphemism.

So what did that make them? Demons?

"Here it comes," he rasped. "Get ready, sweetheart,"

Seconds later, he roared his release. Seed exploded from the tip, flowing so fast that she missed several precious drops that splattered to the ground. A frustrated whine escaped her lips. No matter, she would find them later. She focused on holding her throat open for him, rope after rope of cum gathering in her mouth and swelling in her belly. The engorged pouches just under his cockhead had reduced in size, leaving his shaft less wide at the top and the drained sacs less swollen.

For the first time, Libby felt full. Not only since she'd been here, but ever. Fenrow's cum wasn't hot like Galen's, but it was just as heavy, his taste a pungent mix of sweet notes and an unusual, potent fragrance. Pine? No, something citrus adjacent? It was neither of those things, but also both of those things.

All too soon, Fenrow told her he was leaving.

"Please don't go," she begged him, aligning her eye with the opening. She'd already explored this hole several times, and knew it would always remain pitch black to her. Was it some kind of magic? Could they see her while she couldn't see them? "I'll do anything you ask. I won't mouth off or fight back. Please. Just let me out of here! I can't—"

"Shh," Fenrow said, cutting off her next plea. "Beg me again, and I'll delay the rite and keep you locked in here for an extra month. I'm sure our visitors wouldn't mind. You're the castle's favorite celebrity, after all."

His words landed like a backhanded slap. She rocked back on her heels, losing her balance. She landed hard on her ass, though the pain barely registered.

"There's my good girl. Keep it up down here. The more you please them, the more they'll reward you at the rite. Trust me, it'll be something to look forward to." It sounded like he'd started to turn away, only to pause. She could tell he was facing away from her, for his voice was even more muted when he spoke next.

"Oh, and before I forget. A message from Galen. He wanted me to let you know that he can't wait to take your ass in front of thousands. That it'll be the happiest moment of his life."

The dark was turning her mad. She would talk to herself, and sometimes she swore she was having a conversation with something that lived in the floor drain. Since talking to herself was definitely bad, she'd started exercising, but it did little to ward off the voices. They told her things. The horrific, terrible things they wanted to do to her while she slept. How they would hurt her, how they would **** every orifice until they were satiated.

A single tap from above and she was already in position, no longer waiting to find out what sort of cock would slide through. Her gag reflex had disappeared ages ago, and now she worked her throat up and down the length like a pliant sleeve, suckling and licking, mindlessly devouring the cock before her. A moan escaped her when it expanded and teased the corridor of her throat with small, playful flicks.

It moved like a serpent, the double-headed tip vibrating every time she struggled to take it. It plunged down her throat, heedless of her human need to breathe, only extricating itself when she truly thought she was about to black out. The pulsing tip burrowed further than should've been possible and fucked her esophagus without mercy.

A shaking hand hesitantly swept across her folds. She found herself painfully aroused, her pussy dripping onto her inner thighs. Not once had she allowed herself. Never to the point of total surrender.

Her fingertip found her clit, and she groaned around the thick intrusion, rubbing herself faster. She didn't even need to move her head anymore, the enormous member pleasured itself without her assistance.

The space it occupied was stretched two, maybe three times wider than it'd ever been. She could feel its heft inside her chest, the knobby protrusions along its shaft tickling the inside of her ribs.

When it came, the entire organ quivered, the **** of its discharge a thrumming reverberation that threatened to overpower her own heartbeat. It deposited its ejaculate directly into her belly, convulsing and shuddering with each spurt.

It wasn't as filling as Galen or Fenrow's cum, but it was far more satisfying than any other she'd devoured. A sickened part of her was disappointed she didn't get to taste it, and she secretly hoped it would leave a trail along her tongue once it reemerged.

Her fingers took on a ruthless rhythm against her clit, harshly flicking the little nub. Pain, yes, that was what she needed. Pleasure had no place here, and if it did, then this was the only way she deserved to receive it.

Could she ever go back to who she'd been before? It was getting harder and harder to know. To remember who she'd once been. More and more, the time before felt like a fantasy, a fever dream of a simple life she'd invented. There was just this place, had only ever been the dark.

Had drinking so many demonic fluids changed her somehow? Possibly. She had swallowed hundreds of loads. She'd lost count after she'd serviced a seemingly endless line of cocks for what had to have been hours. She'd given up after that.

Maybe ten minutes before, she'd been pleading for cum, her only option if she went too long between feedings. Waggling her tongue through the hole sometimes grabbed their attention and gave her an opportunity to receive a reward. Other times, she'd begged until her voice became hoarse and her throat went dry.

This cock had taken mercy on her, and she'd wept when it gifted her a few drops of precum on her outstretched tongue in advance. When it's member had first entered the room, it had slid past her head and traced her body down to her toes, sizing her up like a python considering its next meal. It was heavily muscled, the length of it likely longer than she was. She'd held perfectly still, letting it prod and inspect her belly, her hips, the space between her legs.

Even though it had already finished once, it didn't stop plunging into her throat. Her jaw was spread to its limit, working to accommodate its length. Its ridged surface was elastic, and a membranous sheath covered it like a second skin. God, this thing had to be hideous. For the first time in a long time, Libby retched, the full reality of what she had in her mouth crashing through her thoughts and nearly shattering her. But it only continued to make love to her throat, and her fingers didn't relent at her slit.

She shoved her slender fingers into her sopping wet channel, but they weren't enough, nowhere near enough. Her pussy was so empty, and she needed it plugged, craving the fullness she'd experienced in the van, needing a cock inside her to make her whole, to make her less empty. Oh, how she hated feeling empty. She needed this, or she would fracture apart at the seams and never be whole again.

Libby shoved herself back from the wall, the massive tentacle erupting from her mouth in a stream of thick cum and saliva. Nearly falling to her hands and knees, she raised herself up, presenting herself to the prehensile colossus. Her slick was gushing out of her, and she felt a sense of giddy excitement as the still-hard flesh curiously probed her folds. She nearly wept as its double-wide head nudged at her lips and started to work its way in. For the first few seconds, it was gentle, playfully teasing and rubbing her inner walls. But like all that had come before it, it was here to satisfy itself.

It **** itself inside until it bottomed out, battering her pussy so hard she collapsed to the ground, her belly pressed against the cold floor. Every thrust devastated her cunt, sent her reeling until she was no longer tethered to her body. Beneath the indescribable sense of fullness, strands of treacherous pleasure fissured in her lower belly and nonsensical babble tumbled from her lips. Her stomach was rounded from its seed, saturated to the brim with liquid heat. With the beast battering her womb and a pleasant sloshing in her sated middle, she was so close. More. She just needed a little more.

Pinching her clit between two fingers, she squeezed until she cried out, the memory of Galen milking the poor nub until it was red and raw transforming her need into a maelstrom of desperation.

When she came, a broken sob tore from her throat. Wave after wave of the most agonizing orgasm, the most amazing orgasm she had ever experienced in her life, was wrung out of her.

It continued fucking her long after she came, demanding more and more orgasms until, finally, she passed out for good.

Terror. Loathing. Lust. Need. Hopelessness.

Those were the only emotions she knew.

A whore. A slut. A bitch. A sow.

Suck. Beg. Cum. Feed.

Those words were spoken to her again and again.

And if the girl once had a name, she no longer remembered it.