The Den of the Screamer

You walk down one of the hallways, past dozens of torches and stone pillars, to a large bronzey French door. It has a ring on it with a cross section the size of her wrist. You lift it, after a moment's hesitation, with relative ease; but when you drop it, the sound is earth shattering. You are shaken, and stumble back in fear, as though the cavern itself will collapse from the sound, but when you look up the door has opened.

  Within is a large circular theater, blanketed in darkness and night. You can only see the walkway, but you can't help but feel a thousand lusting demon eyes peering upon you from the shadows. You gather her strength and run through the room, down the hallway toward the back. As you approach the shadow over the center stage, a bright orange light, the illumination of the fires of hell, rains down on it like a sunbeam.

  A redhead hangs there, arms over her head, shackled with some black pearl metal and dangling from a chain. Her face is plated with the same metal, a fierce **** on her mouth, preventing speech. Her breasts seem to pulsate, swollen to the brim, nipples engorged and swollen. They are covered in oil, dipped in some torturous demon tonic. Her eyes, brilliant blue, drip tears.

  What crime was hers?

  Her back is striped with the markings of a lash, pulsating with some seething demon plague. It is a strange sight. Her hair is like silk, it was well kept. Her arm pits and pussy were perfectly shaven, not a nick on them. She was taken care of, you can see, but given some awful disease to keep her company.

  You cower at the sight, but consider your options. Your first instinct, this being hell, is to run, but your clit begins to tickle and burn. Your hands reject your guidance, and you pull off the face plate to unmask a shriek. "Help me..." Her voice is a moan. You can feel yourself getting wet between the legs, and from the darkness, the eyes seem to wander to your nether regions. "Help me... my tits..."

  The temptation is too great for you. You press your hands against them, feeling the intense warmth. "Oh, God! Agh!" Her nipples, as if not tortured enough as it is, seem to lurch toward you, like the claws of some predator. You can't help yourself. In an instant, your lips are upon them, suckling, chewing, gently biting, milking her. She moans desperately, and tosses back and forth in her chains.

  "No...stop...don't...get it out!" She begins to buck in her restraints, her speech becoming a series of shouts, shrieks, squeaks, and then tongues, as her nipples begin to pour forth a long stream of cream, pouring down your throat. It is surprisingly satisfying, lifting, a token of joy in spite of her objections. You think about how she should be enjoying this, and should appreciate the relief you are providing her swollen breasts, releasing the **** pressure within them.

  Then, something strange happens. The breasts seem to be sucking back, pulling your mouth forward, enveloping them. You feel her nipple extruding off of her chest as she cries for mercy, and her breast filling your mouth. The cream begins to get thicker, and heavier. You try to pull away, but seem to be captured by it now, unable to object.

  The redhead begins to shake violently. "Why couldn't you listen to me..." The lurching nipple begins to thrust back into the depths of your throat, making you gag, seemingly slithering out of her breast. It is clearly no longer a nipple. Her other nipple, before your eyes, illuminated by the hellfire, begins to open up, a long dark green worm creature slithering out of it. It crawls over your face, toward your eye, and presses under it, into your skull. You are unable to stop it as it slithers into the flesh of your face, and then down, deep into your neck. The other, its sister worm, travels down, through your throat, into your right breast. Finally, as you begin to ejaculate uncontrollably, you fall back, released by the plagued flesh of this imprisoned woman.

  Her breasts seem fine for a moment, relaxed, freed of the mountain of milk once within them. However, it doesn't last long. Her nipples begin to jump, like they're shocked, and her bust trembles. She shrieks again, and her bust swells uncontrollably, until it's even bigger than before. All the while, your own chest begins to tickle deep down. You hear an applause from the lusty devils of the audience...