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ourladytamara · 3 years

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Monster of the Week

Tamara 5/24/2021 - @_ourladytamara

cws: Demon grossness, animal dongs, vomit, chastity

The Marchioness – your Owner – was a Demon of refined tastes. Hellsilk throw pillows, decadent curtains, and extravagant, chiseled stone walls made up the sprawling complex that was her clique’s manor. Tapestries hung from opulent arched ceilings and ribbed migmatite reliefs; no expense was spared, no matter the cost in coin or lives.

Physical luxuries, however, paled in comparison to the luxury of choice, and the Marchioness was a woman who reveled in choice. A choice of company, a choice of flesh, a choice of food and drink – choice was indeed a luxury seldom experienced in Hell.

While the other slaves in her harem were subject to the same cruelties, she seemed to revel in hurting you the most. At the beginning of every week, she made you select four of her multitudinous archiorganic cocks from the imperious mahogany cabinet at the end of her circular bed. They were truly bizarre things, unsettling even after your nine months already spent captive to the Marchioness’s will. Each one varied in length, but none shorter than ten inches. A variety of heads and shafts, knotted and unknotted, sheathed and unsheathed, each hung delicately from a pair of sinew-pink looped straps. Each primary shaft flowed organically into a knobby, fleshy protrusion, upon which sat two similarly-shaped cocks. These, with the straps, secured it tightly inside the Marchioness’s well-trained orifices.

Less trained than yours, perhaps – unfortunately for you.

You scoot into her bedchamber on your knees, as she’d instructed you each time. Mycelial shag carpeting scrapes your knees. In your mouth are the straps of four dildos, as requested.

“Ah, a delightful selection, 177!” coos your Owner, clapping her clawed hands giddily. “You’re truly beginning to excel in your craft.”

You curtsy as instructed.

“Bring them here.”

With a tiny nod, you continue scooting across the floor. Each cock jiggles obscenely with your motions, adding to the burning embarrassment scorching your cheeks. They’re her favorites – a long, knotted canid one, a stout and limblike extension the color of charred meat, (your least favorite,) a thick equine specimen with a fleshy sheathe, and a bizarre, overly-long member that made you queasy with its superfluous human resemblance.

She takes the four floppy lengths from your mouth and holds them in her lap, one by one; she picks up the canid one and gives it a curious stroke; it flexes realistically at her touch.

“Mmm, this one is rather gut-churning, I agree – but it’s so slender!” she remarks, wrapping a fist around the knotted length and stroking a thick jet of cum out of it. “Mmm – and such a quick shot, too.”

She tosses it aside onto a pillow, grabbing the can-thick one. “Ahh, wonderful girth,” she whispers, struggling to so much as wrap a full hand around the twitching thing, “and such delightful corpselike stillness!”

You stifle a retch. Thankfully, as if the universe heard your muffled pleas, she tosses it aside as well.

“But it’s not enough – my tastes have been gravitating towards the depth end of the scale...”

That was never a good sign.

She grabs the long, equine one with a curious hand. You’ve yet to see a proper Demonic cock up close and personal, but from what she’s told you, they’re rather similar to the undulating length of meat in the Marchioness’s grip. A broad, flared tip, shaft entirely covered in thick veins that run into an even-thicker urethra, all terminating in a fleshy sheath and pendulous, vascular balls swizzling with overactive sperm.

“Mmmmh, this is much more like it.” she says, smiling and dragging her forked tongue across it and eliciting a twitch. She giggles. “Goodness, I’d almost say you’re jealous, 177!”

It was a bit difficult not to stare at it. The pulsation along each vein, the scent and the heat wafting off of it even unattached to her Anguish-generating cunt; your own length twitches in your cage. Others in the harem whispered of the mind-dulling effects of long-term exposure to Demonic pheromones – best to just ignore it, though.

“But for a lovely, eager little thing like you, 177, I find the Da’ai cock far too… civilized. I think you’d agree, wouldn’t you?”

That was really not a good sign.

“So… refined. A thick, fertile shaft is the sign of a powerful leader – but what powerful leader would waste their time fucking animals? I’m the strange one – and even I would find it cruel to waste such glorious flesh on you!”

Your cock twitches again. She tosses away the Demonic dildo, letting it land on the bed with a meaty thud – and finally draws her hand to the final, humanesque cock.

“Mmm – but this one is much more like it,” she says, giving it a cursory stroke, “so… primal.”

It’s a long, jaundice-olive member. The tip is small, acorn-sized head poking out from beneath a layer of thick foreskin. Veins thicker than any you’d seen on a human ran down the length, interspersed with bizarre fleshy nodules that made the whole thing look more like a sex toy than a living organ – if sex toys were composed of disturbingly-realistic flesh and blood. A neat, organized bush of wiry, artificial-looking pubic hair dotted an extra nodule of flesh at the end of the shaft, eliciting a disturbed shiver from your Owner as she ran a finger through it.

“Hair! Disgusting, wiry, animal hair – the boundless repulsiveness of the human form is so alluring!” she hisses, wiggling the uncanny thing in her grip. “By the Imperatrix, it reminds me of when I’d first taken you in – ohhhhh, how you were covered in the stuff…”

The rest of your body twitches – you didn’t like remembering the hair removal process.

“It’s perfect for you.”

Without a further word, your Owner rears up on her knees, striking a pose similar to your own. Panic is already welling in your gut – the thing’s easily a foot and a half long, knobby and dripping in her hands. You lower your back to the ground and assume the position, like you’d done countless times before. The Marchioness spreads her legs, stretching the knobby mini-cocks on the upwards-facing protrusion; she strokes them gingerly with her fingers for a moment before spreading her cunt and shoving it in.

She flexes her back and moans. “Imperatrix Almighty! Fuck, it’s been a while since I’ve used you, hasn’t it?” she gasps, slowly shoving it deeper and deeper into her holes. Slick runs down her legs and coats the bottom of the dildo’s taut-looking balls. With a groan, she steps forward and off the bed, pulling the sinewy straps up and around her legs and plush thighs. She snaps them taut with a satisfying sound.

“Hf, fuck, it’s… quite good at filling me. I’m sure it’ll be much worse for you, though, 177,” she teases once again, now looming over you. You can practically taste her cunt on the hot air. “which is, of course, why I picked you.”

You nod as if you didn’t already know that as she grabs you by the… neck? Oh no.

With completely uncaring and forceful motions she cocks your head up towards her and slams the tip of the dildo into your mouth. Instantly the taste of Demonic fluids fill your mouth, the attachment clearly made by someone without much knowledge of human anatomy; precum, thick like sweet liqueur but with a taste vile beyond words. It pops and swizzles on every surface like carbonated sin. It’s impossible to swallow with the cock in your mouth – and even harder with how hard your Owner is currently slamming against your uvula.

You retch. She evidently feels the resistance in your throat and pulls out; behind her cock comes a torrent of red-orange vomit. This clearly throws her off harder than you threw it up.

“Ugh! Fucking stupid animal – can’t even take your own kind’s disgusting dick without retching!” she ejects, shaking the puke off of her hand – but the boiling rage behind her six red eyes begins to simmer. You sit in the position, trembling and sweating before her.

“I suppose you’ll just have to clean it off, then – and give the other three some extra attention to ensure they stay just as spotless.”

It was going to be a long, long Monday.

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