Milk them.

As the low rumbling reverberated through the cavern, two rocky outcroppings began to form from the ceiling at opposite ends of the cave. They extended a good three meters from the ceiling before they stopped growing. After a few seconds of nothing, the rumbling returned, and the two hanging pillars began to curve towards the wall behind them, merging to form a seamless arc. The arc was roughly as wide as a human's body, maybe a bit wider, and was made from the same stone as the rest of the cave. A soft hum began to resonate from the stone, and the two new additions began to slowly smoothen. After several minutes, the stone arcs where perfectly smooth, not a single crack or sharp edge could be found.

The creature extended its vile powers towards Xena and watched as the former warrior began to move through the water. The tendrils holding her arms and legs in an iron grip moved her until her back was pushed against the stone behind her. The tendrils continued to pull back, until the entirety of Xena's body was pulled against the stone, following the shape of the curve. The two tendrils wrapped around her ankles pulled her legs apart and folded them against the sides of the curved pillar. Her ankles were pulled up, bending her legs at the knees, and continued to rise until there was a visible strain on her legs. There was a rumble of stone against stone and two bands began to form, they shaped themself around her ankles, just below the tendrils, and merged with the pillar on the other side. The tendrils released their hold, and Xena's legs stayed in place, held by an unbreakable band of stone. The uncomfortable position left her cunt and asshole **** and exposed, and the tendrils that had been mercilessly teasing her for months now, continued as if nothing had changed.

The tendril that was wrapped around her wrists began to loosen, and before Xena's sex-crazed body could react, two new each grabbed a wrist and wrestled her arms to a new position. They raised her arms above and behind her, stretching her upper body in the process. As her arms were moved back, her chest was pushed outward, presenting her sizable breasts for all to see and touch. Just as her arms were about to be pulled from her sockets, the tendrils stopped. And just like with her feet, stone bands began to slowly form around her wrists. When they were done, the tendrils released their hold, and Xena stayed perfectly still. Arms and legs held in place by inescapable stone shackles, and her body stretched to her physical limits as she was splayed out against the stone pillar.

As another way to cement her helplessness, the tendril **** into her mouth moved in such a way that her head was also pushed firmly against the cold stone. There was another rumble of stone and a new band began to form. It started at both sides of her head, beside her ears, and flowed upwards. It covered her ears entirely, a small bit of it even flowed inside to fill her ears before it continued. The two sides met in the middle and created a perfect blindfold as the stone shaped itself across her face, blinding and deafening her upon completion.

The pillar slowly began to tilt, taking Xena's body with it as it did. It continued to do so until she was tilted forward, causing her breasts to hang free, and sway ever so slightly with each ragged breath that the helpless warrior took. As a final addition, to fully keep her in place with no chance of escaping, the pillar began to form two extensions between her splayed open legs. They quickly formed into two thick penises made from smooth rock, and they grew in size until they were just a bit bigger than the two tendrils that were still mercilessly teasing Xena to the brink of orgasm. The tendrils waited until Xena was at another peak before they instantly removed themself. Xena's pussy and anus stayed open in a grotesque display, her body so used to the stretching, that it didn't realize it had to close her holes. There was a brief moment where her shattered mind realized the tendrils and stimulation were gone, but before she could fully comprehend, the two stone cocks slid upwards pushing themselves deep into her gaping holes. They continued to move, pushing deeper, stretching her cunt and anus beyond what it already was. When they finally stopped, they were buried almost entirely into her holes, and a bulge was visible were the thick stone cock stretched her cunt.

Content with the way its prey was prepared, and wanting her to be as lucid as possible for the next step in its plan, the creature turned its attention to the other woman who's constant cries of orgasmic pleasure it had tuned out.

Xena's shattered mind was overwhelmed by the need to cum. It was the only thing she thought of, and the only thing she actively tried to achieve. Of the once proud warrior, there was nothing left, her desires and dreams replaced by that singular want. Her identity destroyed as her resistance failed against the relentless sexual ****. She was vaguely aware that she was being moved in some way, but since it did not help her get to her new goal, she gave it no further attention. There was a brief distraction as her legs strained in a painful way, and the pain only intensified as she tried to move them in any way. There was a similar pain coming from her arms, as they were being stretched far beyond what would be comfortable. Again, she tried to move, but there was something enclosed around her wrists holding them in place, and the tensing of her muscles only served to intensify the pain she felt. Her blurry vision turned upwards, as the tendril in her mouth pushed her head against whatever it was she was that held her.

She feebly tried to push back, but her strength was all but gone, and the tendril far too strong for her to win against. She felt something cold and rough creep along the side of her head, and she instinctively tried to turn it away. She was proven just as powerless as anything else she had tried, and she was powerless to feel the unknown material begin to cover her ears. What limited sounds she could hear, mainly the muffled screams of ecstasy coming from a short distance away, faded away as her ears began to fill. When it was done, nothing but silence surrounded her, and the creeping sensation resumed, up towards her eyes. And a new panic began to fill her. The constant sounds of frustration and pleasure that had surrounded her all this time had been her only anchor to reality, and that had been taken away from her without mercy, but now it would take her sight as well? She struggled with all her remaining might, but the stone bonds around her ankles and wrists were unyielding, and her head refused to move now that her ears were encapsulated by the rough stone. Far too quickly for her panicked mind, darkness overtook her as the two stone sides met above her nose. There was a moment where it settled and hardened forming an unbreakable cover for her ears and eyes.

Silence and darkness pressed down on her from all sides, she screamed around the tendril in a panic she had not felt in years, but no sound made it to her. There was a low rumble resonating through her, and her entire body began to rotate. She struggled in panic, wincing in pain as each movement strained her muscles and joints. The weight of her body began to change with the rotation until she was leaning forward. She felt the comfortable weight of her ample breasts leave as they began to hang free, pulling slightly on her chest. She took heavy breaths as she tried to calm down, a hard challenge, as the tendrils were still mercilessly teasing her to the brink of orgasm again and again without a moment of rest.

After what felt like ages, but was actually a few short minutes, the last constant that had been her life disappeared as well. It was when her strained and aching body was yet again about to climax when the tendrils suddenly disappeared. A moment of disbelief blew away the panic, and she ignored the burning of her limbs as she wiggled her hips in a **** attempt to get them back. She had been so close, she knew that one more second or touch would have been enough. But now? Nothing. Nothing but an empty ache between her legs, and an overpowering desire to have her holes filled with something, anything that could make her feel good again. She got what she wanted when she felt something push against her holes, and they were partway in before her frazzled mind put the pieces together of what was happening. Her cunt was so wet with **** need, and her asshole already stretched from weeks of continuous fucking, that the two stone cocks slid in without any residence. Whatever indignity or revulsion she felt for the cold and inhuman way she was being used, disappeared as her two holes stretched to accommodate these new things. And stretch they did. As it turned out, they were thicker then the tendrils had been, and she gave an unheard grunt of pain as her delicate openings were stretched to the limit, and just a bit beyond it. When she thought it would tear her pussy or ass apart, the objects stopped, and she was left breathing heavily around the tendril that was still fucking her mouth.

She was now completely immobile, filled beyond anything she had felt before, deaf, mute, and blind, and completely at the creatures mercy. She could only wait in silent terror for whatever it had planned next. As the seconds turned into minutes, She gradually became used to the strenuous position she was in. She found out, that if she stayed perfectly still, her muscles and joints would not hurt her. This was easier said than done, she convulsed around the cock stretching her pussy, and each and every minute movement had the two objects stimulate her pussy and ass. But as the minutes dragged on, enough of Xena's scattered mind began to remember bits and pieces of what happened. She remembered being captured by the strange being, remembered how its slimy tentacles wrapped around her limbs, how it used more of those tentacles to fuck her into one screaming orgasm after the next. And when that didn't break her, how it began to tease her over and over. Her pussy throbbed as she remembered how good those orgasms felt, and she wondered how long ago it was that she last came. She faintly recalled her friend, Gabrielle, her name was. How she too was ensnared by the creature. But concerns for her were secondary, her own needs took priority, and right now, she needed to cum. Above all else, she needed a good, hard orgasm.

She tried to keep track of time, but the stress of her position, the distracting ache between her legs, and the complete and total way she was isolated made that an impossible task. So when the next phase began, it caught her completely by surprise. She had somewhat forgotten about the tendril in her mouth, and its ability to deposit fluids. She had gotten used to the regular doses of the vile sludge that kept her energy and health in peak condition, so she had taken its presence for granted. But now something else was streaming into her mouth. It was not thick and sticky, like the sludge, but thinner, more liquid-like. It tasted somewhat like goats milk, but the flavour was off. She began swallowing, knowing full well that she was powerless to resist, and tried to down as much as the liquid as she could. After a while, she had reached her limit of what she could drink, but there appeared to be no end to the amount of fluid being pumped into her mouth. Knowing the only options were to keep drinking, or drown, she kept on swallowing. Even when her stomach felt like bursting, the flow did not stop and having no true alternative, Xena kept drinking more and more of the unknown liquid.

Finally, it stopped. With a final gulp, she swallowed the last remains of whatever it was she was **** to drink and waited for whatever else it had in store for her. It started as a glowing warmth inside her stomach and quickly grew until it had spread to every part of her body, providing a gentle warming sensation. After several minutes, the warmth began to change. It turned into a pleasant tingling sensation that had her entire body alight with arousal. From her needy, pulsating core, all to the tips of her fingers and toes, everything became hot. Slowly, the tingling began to pull back. it started with her fingers and toes and moved down her arms and legs. Wherever the warm tingling receded, a cold empty feeling remained, leaving those parts devoid of any kind of sensations. Even the burning, agonizing pain of being stretched and bent disappeared into a distant feeling.

As the tingling moved across her body, it grew in strength, and Xena squirmed slightly as four growing lines of pleasure closed in on her torso. They settled in her stomach, where it all began, and churned around, growing stronger and stronger as the minutes went by. After a while, the growth stopped, and two searing hot waves of pleasure travelled out from her stomach. One went up, the other went down. The one that went down quickly honed in on her pussy, and settled inside the skin and flesh of her sex. The other one flowed towards her chest, and the wave split in two before they entered her swaying breasts.

Xena waited for something else to happen, but even when it felt like minutes, nothing had changed. Her pussy and breasts were almost literally burning with arousal, and if her hands were free, she would be frantically playing with them to alleviate the tension. It took her a considerable time to calm down, but eventually, she managed to do so. When she focused her frayed mind on the rest of her body, she was shocked to discover that she could feel nothing else. Not the rough feeling of stone against her wrists, ankles, or face. Not the mind-numbing pain of her arms and legs being bent and stretched beyond her ability to handle. Not the soreness of her body, exhausted by weeks of sexual ****. The only things she felt, was the hot tingling sensation of pleasure burning inside her pussy and breasts, and the ever-present desire to cum. She had been reduced to nothing more than a pair of tits, and a needy cunt.

The creature looked upon its work, and if it had a mouth to smile with, would do so in the evilest way possible. It had made all the preparations needed, and after waiting a day for the liquid to fully change them, it could now finally begin. It began to extend three special tentacles each towards the two women. The first one approached their clit, now mutated and grown beyond any normal size. It pulsated and throbbed with each beat their terrified hearts made and was a constant source of arousal. On the tip of the tentacle, a small loop formed, and it easily slid over the exposed nub. It settled as low as it could, before the loop shrunk, squeezing down lightly on their clit. There was a brief moment where the former heroines squirmed as their sensitive and needy clits were pinched, but that eventually stopped, when they realized nothing more would happen.

The other two rose towards their breasts, swaying gently back and forth as they hung free from their chests. The liquid it had fed them had caused their breasts to grow, and they had grown at least two sizes bigger, perhaps even three, and the skin was stretched tight around the fleshy mounds. The tentacles briefly circled the big breasts, and after giving it a gentle squeeze it could feel the liquid sloshing and churn inside. It let go, ignoring the pitiful struggles of the two women, and positioned the tips below their nipples. Like their clits and tits, their nipples had grown and swollen to an absurd size, and a small drop of creamy white hung from the opening. The tentacles formed a loop each, and slit over the defenceless women's nipples. It slid down towards the base and shrunk until it squeezed firmly on the puffy nipple.

it waited a moment to let them stew in their unseen terror, let their minds come up with all kinds of horror for them before it began to pull on one of the nipples on each woman. The nipple and breast began to stretch as the tentacle pulled back, slowly deforming until it was about to be torn off. All the while, the hoop shrunk down, squeezing harder and harder as the stretching continued. it lasted a couple of seconds before the tension was released, and everything returned to normal. There was a second pause, and it repeated with the Women's other nipple. Then another pause, and the same thing to their clit. It gave them a second to recover before the whole cycle repeated itself. The time it waited between each action was never the same. Sometimes it waited, making them squirm with terrified anticipation. Other times, it came immediately after the previous one, giving them no time to recover themself. It changed the order as well, further confusing them, and completely destroying their expectations.

After the fifth time, something happened. A small stream of the same creamy white liquid it saw earlier shot from the blonde's nipple with some **** and dissolved into a milky cloud in the water. A second later, another one was shot from her other nipple. Over and over, with each consecutive pull, her inflated nipples produced a small amount of milk, that quickly formed a growing cloud below her breasts. There was a muffled scream, and her body trembled slightly in her stone bounds when it pulled on her clit. A strong jet was shot from her cunt as she squirted helplessly the strong orgasm.

It turned its attention to the other woman and saw with satisfaction that similar puffs of milk had begun to shoot from her breasts. It had taken great care to measure the **** of her milking to keep her pleasure just short of release, and each squeezing tug on her clit pushed her against the limit, but never over. Over the course of several hours, it watched it milked the two heroines for all the essence that they could provide. Already, the milky clouds began to spread through the cavern, courtesy of a gentle current it had created. The milk energizes the water, affecting any who remained submerged in it, while also further his growth with a steady trickle of energy. The frustrated energies of the dark-haired one would seep into the blonde's skin, increasing the already powerful orgasms she was **** to endure. At the same time, the orgasmic energies from the blonde would further raise the frustrated desires of the other one to get that which would be forever beyond her reach.

The eye closed again, cutting off what limited light there was, and the creature entered a state of deep hibernation. It would awake at a later time, and check on its meals, but for now, it could rest.