Swallowing the Pit
~*~WHOA READ THIS FIRST~*~
Disrespecting ladies is not cool but for the purpose of this fantasy scenario we can suspend our disbelief about these kinds of things. Only read this story if you realize that it's never okay to do a painful thing to someone without them giving enthusiastic consent for you to do that thing first!
~*~OKAY READ THE REST~*~
It was approaching midnight, Abby guessed. She had been snooping around inside for a few hours now, and she didn't keep a watch on her (her suit had a habit of absorbing any foreign technology applied over it) but she supposed that it was nearing the witching hour. No big deal, though. A little reconnaissance mission like this allowed her to take things at a leisurely pace. She was inside the underground compound for the Ophiuchus Weapon Contractors building, a company that her sources implied was heavy with secrets. It was the most profitable international weapons firm in the world by a large margin, supplying the international market with ample means to destroy itself should it decide to. Much of the history of the company was absent from public records, which was suspicious enough, and any data about its top brass and shareholders was impossible to come by. So, Abby, ever the industrious little vigilante, decided to get her hands dirty first hand, and find out all she could; At the very least to satisfy her curiosity. So far, though, besides finding the entrance to this unlisted underground establishment below the Ophiuchus Weapon Contractors main building, she hadn't made a lot of progress. The place was a labyrinth series of computer servers, beeping technological monoliths that let off an uncomfortable amount of heat, the air perfumed with the offputting smell of warm plastic. Perspiring uncomfortably, Abby made her way deeper into the complex, down a hallway with a promising waft of cool air. The floor tiles were cold against the warm soles of her feet. Even though her suit covered her whole body from the neck down, it integrated itself into her nervous system so that it felt like she wasn't wearing anything at all, which she found both empowering and embarrassing. The suit was flesh toned, looking virtually identical to her normal skin, except for the fact that it heightened her senses and physical prowess by a large margin. It also seemed to enchance her... preportions. In high school, Abby was nothing special. She had ratty black hair, freckles, and wore black rimmed glasses that didn't do much for her looks, and worst of all (to her), an a-cup breast size. She was embarrassed to shower with the other girls, to see them make out with their boyfriends in the little enclaves around campus, to have them tease her for her "plain jane" looks. But then, she found the suit. Putting it on caused her to transform, its translucent flesh wrapping around her and instantly causing her body structure to change. Her hips filled out, ass plumping outward into two round globes, chest expanding and turning from modest bumps into heaving tits that Abby had much to be modest about, and a milky white complexion with flowing lochs a cherry red. It made her feel powerful, liberated, and sexy. Finally, she thought, she could be just like the girls in the comics she loved to read! Tonight, in fact, was Abby's first big "superhero" job, and she had been preparing for it for weeks, gathering Intel, practising her lines, and even painstakingly drawing a pair of cherries on her tanktop, which was to be her symbol once she really made it into the papers. Her reading implied that the Ophiuchus Weapon Contractors was heavy with secrets, leaked internal documents implying extreme human rights violations glossed over with government bribes. Well, Abby thought to herself as she strut deeper underground, today justice would be served. As Abby continued to walk she noticed that the floor tiles were starting to become brown along the edges. The deeper she ventured, the more old and disused the hallway seemed to look, until she came upon whole portions of the floor exposed, cold stone poking through the vestiges of modernity. Flickering florescent lights gradually gave way to eerie blue-burning torches on the wall. It reminded her of reading Alice in Wonderland, which had been assigned reading in her sophomore english class last year. "Down, down the rabbit hole I go..." Abby said, giggling softly to herself. Now things were starting to look interesting. After a while of walking, the corridor seemed to slope steadily downwards. A chill ran up Abby's spine unprovoked, and she folded her arms over her chest, shivering a bit. She wished she had dressed better, but the night had been so warm and she had no reason to expect having to deal with an icy passage to the centre of the earth. Looking down, she noticed her nipples were sticking out the white fabric of her top, and she bit her lip. Sometimes this suit was TOO well made. Shivers shook her body as Abby continued to descend, and with a muted yelp she noticed a flicker of movement out of the corner of her eyes. She took her fists out, ready to fight, but no one materialized. Abby squinted, straining her eyes in the low light, and she could make out faintly glowing lines of what appeared to be script scrawled on the wall, done up in a language composed of stark, angular shapes, swirling in patterns that made her head throb if she tried to follow them for too long. With a mounting sense of dread and fascination, the young woman ventured deeper inside, until the corridor, now illuminated solely by the pale light of the whorling script, opened wide into a chamber of dizzying size. The writing seemed to writhe and twist amid the walls of the dome shaped anteroom, all of it converging on a central point in the middle, where there was a jagged jade coloured throne. And on that throne sat a shimmering statue of a dragon, with eye sockets that glowed with the colour of the setting sun. This, Abby silently thought, was certainly an interesting find. While some primal instinct urged her to turn around and flee, the young girl cautiously approached the statue. It was a male dragon, very obviously: its chest, arms, legs and neck all swelled with the firm muscle so defining of the Adonis. He was posed with his arms behind his head, revealing the serene dip of his armpits and drawing attention to the way his upper body expanded from his lower torso like the head of a blooming rose; heavy-set pectorals were adorned each with one thick cap, perked as if in a way defiant and proud in their own right. From his head spouted two thick horns, which curled into a swirl like the horns of a ram, and below his eyes rested a thick reptilian snout. The dragon's legs were gnarled with perfectly sculpted sinew, spread apart to reveal the mighty upward curve of the statue's gigantic endowments. His skin was a deep, crimson red, like blood. Awestruck, as if in a dream, Abby lowered herself to her knees and inspected the dragon's loins with wide-eyed wonder. Two orbs, each the size of hands clasped together in praise (or pleading) segued into a girthy phallus lined with thick veins, on top of which a head so plump and bulbous it put Abby in mind of a strawberry at the height of ripeness. Abby was not a worldly woman, and in many ways this was her first exposure to the majesty of the male sex. She was not a child, as indeed her fine fat hips and ample bosom proved, but in the form of her secret identity of a frumpy red-haired highschool senior, the only penis she knew was the sterile diagram tucked away in her long untouched sex ed textbook. Now before her was a stunning archetype of virility, a proud and dominating organ that awakened something in the vigilante's young soul. A delicate peach-toned hand reached out and grasped the thick base of the kingly dragon's member, thin feminine digits unable to completely encircle its fleshy girth. A muted gasp escaped Abby as she saw her light squeeze caused a pearly drop of moisture to bud from the cock's lips, forming a clear marble sized droplit to perch almost expectantly on the opening of the dragon's dick. With the same trepidation of Eve taking the first bite from the forbidden fruit, Abby's lips kissed away that droplet of precum from the slit of the cockhead. She gave a feminine moan as that flavourful pearl spread warmly across her tongue. Abby looked up with a start as the light from the enthroned dragon's eye sockets dissipated, and two plain brown eyes replaced them. Looking downward at the stunned Abby from over the curve of the dragon's chest, the dragon lowered his arms, and took a more natural posture. "Well," he said, with a voice that was quiet and yet strangely deep in a way that rattled Abby's ribcage, "It seems I wake up to find another dreamer before me." Abby looked up at him like a deer caught in the headlights, her bottom lip tracing a thin line of spittle and pre-seminal fluid back to the head of the awakened dragon's cock. "This is the first time I have been awoken from meditation like this. It's not unpleasant, but this is not the place for young gels to wander about as if it was some sort of playground." The dragon grinned at Abby benevolently as he chastised her, which sent a small shudder through her body. "I- um, sor- hello-" Stuttering, Abby started to form words. An to excuse herself, introduce herself, something, anything, to break this strange bewitchment filling her mind with cotton fluff. "I'm-- sorry,"she started to sputter, "My name is-" But before she could get any further, a thick digit placed itself gently over her lips. "I know who you are,"The dragon said soothingly, rubbing her forehead in circular motions with his palm. Abby looked confused, and even more dazed than before. "You do?" Richard nodded, "You are Abby Pit, rookie vigilante and self professed superhero, who works under the assumed name," he stopped a second to chuckle derisively, "'Cherry Noir'," Abby blushed a deep crimson. It had seemed like a fun name, and it fit the sort of superhero hokeyness like from the comic books. The fact that it was also a pun on her real name gave her a giggle when she was thinking it up. Now, though, it seemed stupid and childish, and her belly went tight with embarrassment. Richard continued, "And I am Richard Triumph, the head CEO of Ophiuchus Weapon Contractors. You were looking for me, weren't you?" "How did...?" Cherry started, and then with a gasp got to her feet, posing with her fists out, "Okay mister, no funny business. I dunno how you found out who I am, but I know that you're a bad guy, and I'm taking you down!" The dragon looked at her, showing his teeth in laughter, and Abby scowled back at him. He pushed himself off his deep set throne, and stood before the prospective superhero with his hands at his hips, the glands of his cock even with her face. Abby balked, transfixed by the engorged head pointed at her chest, unable to tear her gaze away from the drooling face of Richard's cock. "You want to fight me, girl? Not a minute earlier you had your lips on my shaft, and now you act as if you wish to topple me?" Richard said, humor in his voice. Abby was breathing heavily, unsure on her feet. She could smell it. A rich and heady aroma that seemed to wind through her body like ivy, pulling her down into oblivion. Her stance became more relaxed, arms slowly lowering to her sides. "You don't want to fight me," Richard said, stepping forward, "That's not why you came here. Not why you were made." The head of Richard's cock bobbed into arm's reach, a river of precum issuing from the dragon's cocklips, wetly pattering on the ground. Abby tried to step back, fear surfacing in the murky waters of her mind, but she lost her balance and stumbled to her knees, her face inches from the dragon's thick phallus. She could feel the heat of it beat against her face, and she moaned a plaintive feminine wail. The dragon sneered down at her, and growled through gritted teeth, "Open your mouth, whore. Accept your purpose." Abby slowly parted her lips, pried open as if by invisible hands she couldn't deny. The dragon pushed his aching glands into her mouth without tenderness or restraint, a guttural snarl issuing from his chest as Abby was forced to choke down the impossibly thick mast of his phallus. The dragon held the back of her head, single hand eclipsing her skull, as he began to facefuck her, snorting through his nostrils with each thrust. Pain streaked through Abby's head as the dragon forced his fat cock head down into her throat, the outline of his dick head visable from the outside as she literally drowned on his pre cum. Squeezing tears out of her eyes, Abby was disoriented and unable to fight back against the dragon's brutal face ploughing. She felt like a rag-doll, tossed to and fro, warm thickness of dragon cock pistoning into her throat. He pushed forward, holding her face flush with his crotch, forcing his whole length into Abby's stretched mouth, where she could feel the thick veins of Richard's cock throbbing as thick jets of warmth pushed themselves into her gut. She pressed her hands against his thighs, using all her enchanced strength to try and wrest herself off this monster's cock, but the dragon didn't even notice. Richard wrenched his cock from Abby's throat once he finished his orgasm, the girl gasping for air once the arm-thick cock was freed from her mouth. She managed to cough up a thick blood-tinged wad of cum that was stuck in her throat, the thick goo falling onto her chest and causing her carefully drawn cherry to smear. "On your feet, cockslave." The dragon growled. His cock was still erect, and with its new sheen of spit and cum reflected the low red light illuminating the room, "You have another purpose to serve." Richard accentuated his order with a deft cockslap that caused Abby to topple onto her side. She eased herself onto her feet, rubbing her abused jaw. As Richard turned and walked toward the back part of the room, talons clicking on the cool stone, Abby marvelled at the muscles of his back. His strong calves, the way his glutes flared and contracted with each step as she saw the interplay of sinew in his skin, his very movement was hypnotically virile, and Abby's felt warmth rise from her young loins as she followed the dragon toward the back part of the chamber, where a large stone table covered in complex glowing symbols stood. She stopped next to Richard and gasped when she saw how he rested his cock on the slab. It had grown exponentially larger to a size that would have made it impossible to fit in her mouth. Abby rubbed her face, still painfully sore from the dragon's earlier face fuck, and terror filled her. "Reveal your sex to me." Richard commanded simply. Oh no, Abby thought, getting her jaw busted open was a horrible enough thought, but she'd never survive getting fucked by that massive red dick! She started to turn, ready to bolt. "Whore," Richard said, growling again, "I said to show me your nethers!" Abby froze. Richard's words were like a vice around her heart. Unable to resist, Abby hooked her thumbs over the waistband of her shorts, and slowly slid down her denim cutoffs, round ass cheeks popping into the open air. The moist and swollen lips of her cunt were visible from Richard's perspective behind her, and the corner of his jowls went up in a smirk. He squatted on the cool stone floor and raised his scaley, muscular arm, grazing his middle and index finger against the wet gash between Abby's legs. "You ache to be filled. Good," Richard said, letting his fingertips breach Abby's labia. Her body went rigid as she felt the digits invade her, the dark discs of her nipples hardening behind the thin fabric of her sullied top, and she gave a feminine wail when Richard suddenly pressed his two fingers inside up to the knuckle. "Tight and innocent." The dragon chuckled as Abby's cunt drew tight around the dragon's scaly digits, "Yes, I will enjoy ruining you, little cockslave." Richard gave a hungry rumble while he twisted his hand and brought his fingers back, only to hilt and twist all over again. His fingering made a muted, wet slap, hard to hear over Abby's low moaning. Her pussy dribbled juice over Richard's fingers, running down the back of his palm, and for the first time Abby smelled herself in the throes of heat. "You thought you could come in here, desecrating my temple with your femininity, playing at being a warrior." The dragon breathed his words into Abby's ear as he went to town on her drooling sex. "But you are no warrior. And tonight I will prove to you why." He withdrew his hand, wiping it off on her flat peach-tone belly. She bit her lip and whimpered as he got back up to his full height standing behind her, and gasped when he pressed that fat throbbing monstrosity between the plump curves of her thighs, making her go bow-legged. Looking down, she saw it jutting out from between the gap in her legs, veins pumping an obscene amount of blood to the thing. It helped lift her up off the ground as the dragon grabbed her and hoisted her up with him as he stood, his hands ripping off the flimsy polyester of her tanktop in order to better work over the girl's massive tits. "Please don't, sir, oh please don't," Abby said in a pitiful, pleading voice, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, just let me go..." "Let me hear it, cock slave," Richard encouraged, ignoring the girl's pleas, "Say your true name. Tell me why you will never be a strong warrior," He said, pistoning his hips back and forth, sliding the body of his cock lengthwise across Abby's gash. A long serpentine tongue escaped his mouth and licked a tear from her cheek. "Tell me! You think you're strong, but I know the need all women of this world, what they keep hidden inside them... the need to be fucked, the need to be owned, the need to worship the cock which impales them. To give themselves, body and soul, to the hungry monster of the male sex." Abby bit her lip hard and squinted her eyes shut, but her wide quivering hips couldn't stop from squeezing down on that ungodly manhood beating hotly between her legs. She felt delirious, a lifetime of sexual ignorance making her scared and enthralled by the dragon's brutal advances. She knew that if she didn't escape it would mean her death, but with every grope, every thrust, every black and virile syllable slipping between her captor's lips, the dark flower of submission threatened to bloom past her glossy lips. "Sl..."Abby muttered, as she gripped onto the cock to steady herself. Her nipples went completely rigid as she discovered that her fingertips weren't even able to touch when wrapped proportionality around Richard's mighty dick. "Sluh..." She managed to whimper. "Yes, say it. Give me your true name, admit what you know is true." The dragon growled, brushing his forked tongue on her lips while a thumb traced the circle of her areola. Abby tried to fight, to scream and push him away, but it seemed like she just couldn't get herself to transfer that desire into action. The longer she breathed the rich smell of the dragon's musk, drinking in the warmth from his body, the weaker her resolve became. It felt a lot like falling asleep, giving in to the fatigue of desire and letting her free will slip from her fingers. "Slut!" Abby finally squealed, "Fuck your slut! Please, fuck her, master." Abby's cunt drew in tight contractions of orgasm, and Richard nodded in acknowledgement, a satisfied look on his face. He tipped her chin up and kissed her, stroking her hair as his tongue twisted in her young mouth. Tears streamed down Abby's face, but it seemed to her she couldn't remember why she was sad. "Defeat and submission," Richard said, breaking the kiss, "That is your nature. That is your purpose. Learn it well." Richard layed his hand on Abby's bare tits, easing her down until she reclined flat on her back, and he was proud to see the girl open up her legs without prompting. "Haha, you see?" He teased, grasping his cock and pressing the throbbing meat of his ripe head against her slick pussy, "Doesn't it gratify you to know your place, cock slave?" Abby said nothing, shivering at the sensation of that gigantic phallus trying to work itself into her pussy. Richard gripped one of Abby's tits in each hand, and worked his hips forward, prying open Abby's virgin slit with the bellshaped head of his cock. His penis was nearing the thickness of a small cannon, and Abby writhed beneth his grip as she was wetly forced open. "It's, it's too big!" She squealed, squeezing more tears out of the corner of her eyes. The dragon bearing down on her just laughed. "Too big? Have you learned nothing today, cock slave?" Richard leaned in, looking her in the eye with his blazing hot gaze. Abby panted heavily, wilting under the force of his eyes. "You. Are. A. Slut." He said, stressing every word, "Remember? A receptacle for the cock of whatever man that owns you. That is your purpose." His voice was low and growling, and to accentuate his point, he gave a small thrust, which forced the ridge of his dickhead past Abby's cunt lips with a wet squish. "And you will serve your purpose tonight, and be thankful for it. Is that clear?" Abby opened her mouth in a silent scream as she felt herself forced open to accept the titanic size of the dragon's cock head. She could feel it throbbing inside her, pouring its salty pre-seminal fluid into her wet gash as it made its way inexorably toward her womb. A small spike of pain came and went as Richard made another thrust to push himself deeper and broke her hymen like it was tissue. Richard held Abby down with both of his arms, and dug his heels into the ground around the sacrificial table. "It is time," He said, breathing through clenched teeth, and Abby had barely inhaled before she felt the whole of Richard's hard cock rush into her, tits shaking in the air when the dragon's powerful hips slammed into her ass. Small supernovas of pain wrecked her body as she felt the cock brutalize her insides, and again when it took barely a second for the dragon to repeat the process, leaving the girl wide mouthed as her whole being was rocked with the force of Richard's humps. She looked down at her stomach and saw with a mix of horror and intense arousal a swell in her belly whenever Richard buried himself in deepest. With each hilting of the cock into her, she felt a part of herself slipping away, the old memories of being a high-school senior fading, replaced by this intense reverence and admiration for the gigantic phallus hammering her pussy. "So what are you?" Richard said, noticing her eyes glossed over as he layed into her. "A slut." Abby said, without hesitation. "And what's your purpose?" "To serve your cock." Richard grinned in triumph, and hilted into her one last time, his balls clenching tight as a throb of his cock ejected a heavy stream of seed into slick body of Abby Pit. Her belly swelled up with it, turning from flat into curved as if she was pregnant. Richard grabbed his phallus with both hands and wrenched it out of her clenching sex, and spewed the last surges of his prolific seed onto Abby's body, making sure to cover her face and tits. "Nothing makes a finer canvas," Richard said, surveying his work with a hand on his hip. Abby gasped and panted as her open pussy leaked a steady stream of red-tinged cum onto the body of the slab. "But look at you, wench" Richard said, clicking his tongue, "All stretched out and used like the cheap condom you are." A smirk from the dragon's lips and Abby looked embarrassed. "Women, like condoms, are only fit to be used once, after all." The dragon said with a shrug. He started to walk away, as if to excuse himself, when Abby piped up. "But, there has to be some way I can continue to serve you," She said, downcast and meek. Her whole body burned with the desire to continue to serve her master, to be tossed aside would be, to her, a fate worse than death. Richard smiled at the predictability of it all, and then turned around. His cock was still hard, in fact it seemed to be bigger than ever, the thickness of an oil drum and the length a park bench. It swung in front of him like some kind of fleshy artillery, oddly menacing. "Well, now that you mention it, I think I can eek out some final use for you." Abby perked up, smiling, a thick wad of cum dripping from her chin. Richard reached down and lifted her up, one arm under each of her shoulders. "There is another use for your pitiful sex, the only job fit for you after you've been broken by my godly cock." He lifted her high up, his phallus following her as if attached by some kind of invisible wire. Richard grinned at Abby, and she trembled, looking down at the phallus directly under her. It was still drooling cum from its slit, issuing out in small waves with every pulse of the member's thick veins. The sight was terrifying in a way she couldn't quite grasp, and as Richard lowered Abby down, she pulled her feet away. Before she could lift them far, though, Richard's cock sprung forward, closing its wet slit halfway around her feet and sucking her legs into it down to her ankles. Abby gasped in surprise, trying to wrench herself free, only to be drawn deeper in, the wet maw of the cock closing around her knees. The dick flesh around her legs was almost painfully tight, and no matter how strongly she tried to withdraw, she could not budge an inch. Her legs were practically immobile. She looked up at Richard, confused, and give another frightened hiccup when she felt his dick pull her in deeper with a loud slurp, "You will feed my cock," He said, moving his hands down to grasp her hips, "the last moments of your life a perfect ecstasy as you find the highest privilege possible for someone of the softer sex." Abby looked down, fear in her eyes, as Richard's cock sucked her deeper in, her hips slipping into the hungry maw of her captor's phallus, causing it to swell as it enveloped her thick curves. She moaned, enjoying the tight bondage despite herself, and she began to accept her role as food for Richard's phallus, the dragon's dominion over her mind overwhelming her with feelings of submission. Richard moved his hands off Abby, grasping his cock instead as it swallowed her down. "Are you warm enough, cock slave?" The dragon taunted, watching Abby squirm as her cum drenched tits were packed down into the body of his dick. "Mmm. The knowledge of your imminent demise gives you such a beautiful expression. If I felt like wasting time, I would just keep you like this and have my cock chew on you for hours," Richard chuckled derisively as she squirmed in pain, his dick squeezing at her body and clenching around her neck. "But, I feel like I've played with my food long enough," Richard said, placing a hand on the top of her head, "Goodbye, slut." He shoved the failed super-heroin's face down into his dick, the two burning eyes on Richard's face the last thing she ever saw. With a final slurp, the light of the world was shut off to Abby, leaving behind nothing but another belch of cum from the dragon's monstrous dick. Richard chuckled to himself. "Poor wench." He hefted his sagging cock onto the sacrificial slab, posing with his arms behind his head to channel the energies needed to cannibalize the curvy female. His eyes started to glow, eclipsed again by two blazing coronas, his cock swelling with veins as thick as fire hoses,"Time to feed!" He growled with relish. Richard's dick shook and rumbled, quivering with each powerful pulse. It slowly swelled almost twice its size, and then with a sudden contraction, drew tight, and there was a sound of crunched bone. The phallus did this a few times, swelling, contracting. Chewing. Muffled screams radiated from the depths of the dragon's cock, but they tapered off, replaced by the fleshy music of the phallus' mastication.
He held her there, in his cock, feeling her essence drain into his with each constriction, like water being wrung from a sponge. He could feel her thoughts: confusion, fear, pain, and a deep arousal that he knew she couldn't explain, but that felt so right to her somehow. Richard moaned as he fed on it all, sucking every sweet morsel of the girl's being deep into himself, burning her to nothing as his lust consumed her soul like a flame eating wrapping paper. When he was done, he relaxed his hands and exhaled a whisp of ethereal blue flame, the by product of consuming spiritual essence.
Richard picked up his cock with both hands, moving it off the slab and holding his gigantic throbbing dick skyward. As soon as he took pressure off the slab, the ground on which it rested slid away, revealing a dark pit, full of something indistinguishable in the low light. Richard began masturbating, the uncouth size of his member necessitating the use of both of his hands, and it didn't take him long to cum. He aimed his dick into the dark pit below, and his cock exploding with thick strings of semen from the tip, vomiting an impossibly huge orgasm that would have ruptured Abby's stomach wide open were she still impaled on his cock. He launched these heavy bursts of seed deep into the pit, where the viscous elements of his spunk quickly drained downwards into what now could be seen as a thick pile of bones. As the cum dripped into the gaps of these bleached skeletons, the remnants of Abby's white marrow revealed themselves. Some of them were broken from the powerful constrictions of his phallus, but all of them were white as snow, the meat of her flesh sucked from them completely. Richard savoured his feeling of fullness as he walked back to his throne, the tomb full of his past meals closing shut behind him. He had to admit, making those suits had been the best idea he had had in a long time. There were quite a few young females about that were very susceptible to the psychic suggestion programmed into the material. There were only a few more bugs to be ironed out in the design, but soon they'd be ready for mass production.