Resist your lust and make your way to the ship

This heat is unnatural - you know it, but that doesn't make it any easier to pull yourself away from the sight of the woman being **** in your stead. You want to savor her plight, goad on the daemon into rutting her harder, even take her place...

You know where that leads. The memory is fresh in your mind, but you're unable to decide whether it entices or appalls.

The massive spider makes the decision for you. It begins to scuttle away, presumably back toward its lair, even as its victim still rocks on the fleshy bulb of its cock. Her cries fade into the distance as the daemon withdraws and you're left to your own self-pleasuring.

Emboldened by privacy, you slump back against your rocks and spread your thighs wide, driving three, and four fingers into your pussy. "Oh yeah... mmm, fuck her good you bastard... breed her like you bred me... give it to herrrooohh!" You lick your lips and imagine yourself in the other girl's place, teasing the idea of splitting yourself open with your entire fist to simulate the sensation of eggs squeezing inside, but your climax seizes your body first and you miss the opportunity to ruin your own cunt.

You no longer question whatever came over you - you simply relish the afterglow of your orgasm and lazily pick yourself up. It barely occurs to you that you're never really safe in this place, but a false confidence slows your recovery. Nevertheless, you're soon back on your feet and approaching the black ship.

A solitary... person... with features indeterminable beneath his heavy robe stands aboard a skiff, seemingly awaiting you on the beach. "Sabine, you're sooner than we expected."

"Oh... I suppose I am." Are you? If so, then you're fortunate he was early. You exchange no more words as you climb into the skiff and sit down, stretching out your naked body for his viewing pleasure as you lean back. You don't open your legs to him - your purpose isn't to invite, but simply to display. He makes no remark, but you can feel his gaze traveling over your lean figure and you don't hide the smile of satisfaction it brings to your lips.

It only takes a few minutes for the skiff to dock alongside the barge. You climb a rope ladder onto the deck, pleased to give the mysterious boatman a eyeful of your your tight ass and pretty pink pussy. The crew consists of more of these mysterious cloaked boatmen - they largely ignore you, but you are directed to the main cabin. Spread before you is a glorious feast such as you've never beheld, meat piled on meat, glazed with cream and sugary sauces, fountains of liquor that pool down around the food, marinating everything with an intoxicating broth... and yet at the sight of it, you can remember gorging yourself on so much food and wine and that your body and mind both become thick and slow. You can feel the decadent silks barely covering your skin and affording no modesty whatsoever, enhancing, not disguising, your body. Fat, slug-like pricks coil in your womb and wriggle down your throat and up through your guts to meet in a messy tangle somewhere inside your body while you caress the luscious bodies of other women similarly ensnared.

The vivid image is more than a memory - it's like an experience that is happening at this moment, but your body hasn't quite caught up to reality. As you stead your senses once more, there ahead of you, surely enough, you see a harem of attractive women wearing the same enticing silk from your vision... and in the center of it all, the most disgusting excuse for a 'person' you've ever seen, if it can even be called that. A daemon to be sure, vaguely human-like, but so fantastically obese that he resembles the piles of food all around you more than any man you know. His skin is greasy, perhaps slimy, and a sickening yellow pallor. He hugs several women to his girth with his many arms, and you can see fleshy protrusions emerging seemingly from wherever he wills it to penetrate their holes. They squirm and moan with unrestrained delight. Despite your disgust, some large part of you is curious to join them if they seem to happy with the situation.

"Sabine, what a welcome surprise!" Half-masticated food spills from his lips as the gluttonous daemon greets you. "Can I offer you a place among the wives of Bulgarmet, or have you come for a different purpose? No need to answer right away - I can see the journey is as harrowing as ever. Please, please, indulge your hunger, and perhaps you'd be so kind as to sate mine..."

You've come here to negotiate passage across the black lake, not enslave yourself to this foul wretch... and yet, there are worse fates than this. You've not noticed any sort of hunger or thirst, but the food and drink seem somehow very appealing... maybe you could sample his hospitality - as a show of good faith - while you make up your mind?