Captivity

My mind was unable to triumph over my body, some kind of primal instinct, an inherited urge to obey stronger than the horrid images in my head.

Despite knowing damn well that anything and everything beyond that door would ultimately destroy me, I twisted the knob and opened the door … Sealing my fate.

Hell greeted me.

And I was stupid enough to greet it back.

Entering the room, I was shocked to feel my feet being sucked downwards, the reason, I would soon discover, being the slimy, yogurt-like cum which splattered the walls, furniture and flooded the floor.

Disgusted, my whole body shivered, my cock exploding inside my pants, a small stain forming at the front from the tiny load which I shot out after seeing the virile might of my mother, whose masculinity dwarfed mine by worlds.

Speaking of which, for the first time since my reentry in the Devil’s den, I glanced up.

Slowly … painfully … tears welled up inside my eyes.

The sight before me was instantly engraved into my psyche, eternizing itself within less than a second.

A sight I wouldn't even wish upon my archnemesis.