The Paladin gasped as the tentacles suddenly lifted him off his back and into the air, pulling him toward the body of the slug. He thrashed and twisted against its grip, his efforts to free himself in vain. The appendages held far more strength than their appearance suggested. “Release me!” Polaris roared again, the demand echoing emptily around the cavern. His Light surged as he tried to summon forth a divine flame bolt, but nothing happened. Nillus’ fortification had drained every ounce of his magic.
A moment later, the Paladin felt something soft against his armored back, and he twisted his head in time to see his body pressed against the purple mass of the slug. He cried out and doubled his efforts, realizing that he was little more than seconds away from his end.
If only it were so merciful as to end him there. Unfortunately, the dragon’s end was just the beginning of a new nightmare.
“PALADIN. ”
The word rang everywhere around him, all at once. For an instant, his body froze, his struggle temporarily forgotten. It took him that instant to realize that the “voice” had originated inside his mind. Telepathy, perhaps? His blood chilled, however, at the malice in that one word, at the authority it seemed to command.
Then it spoke again.
“YOU ARE OURS, PALADIN. CEASE YOUR STRUGGLE, AND SURRENDER TO US. ”
Each syllable was slow and rhythmic in his brain, the words falling on him with a gravity unlike anything he had experienced before. Something deep within him, some primal part of himself that he did not recognize, reacted to the words. He was sinking, sinking into a void that seemed to choke the life out of him. The words, the voice – it was a guide, and that small part of himself that reacted to it was all that might keep him afloat.
Darkness?
It was the sensation of the tentacles slithering over his body that snapped him out of the strange reverie. All at once, the fight returned to him, and he thrashed his limbs once more. “I shall never surrender to you, foul beast!” he cried. “Remove your filthy appendages at once!”
In answer, a low rumble filled the Paladin’s head. Laughter. The abomination was leering at him, as though his struggle was naught but a trifle.
“YOU WILL SURRENDER, PALADIN. BUT FIRST, LET US USE THESE ‘APPENDAGES’ TO EXPLORE YOU MORE… INTIMATELY . ”
The last word reverberated around Polaris’ head as another chill went down his spine. Intimately? Before he could so much as ponder on what it meant, or why he had not already been killed or consumed, Polaris felt the tentacles that had been exploring the surface of his armor suddenly… change course. He gasped as the green tendrils slipped inside the cracks of his armor, appearing an instant later as dozens of horrible sensations creeping along his scales. Like an army of worms crawling over his body, probing and prodding his chest and legs and arms and feet and –
He roared as he felt the tentacles invading him, their slimy tips finding their way through impossibly-small gaps in his armor only to toy with his body underneath like tens of mischievous Magic Hands. “N-no, stop!” the Paladin commanded, squirming desperately to escape the prying tentacles. But it was no use. His arms and legs were spread-eagled and bound via the immovable appendages to the back of the slug, creating an impromptu, slimy table of bondage atop the creature. And Polaris, its captured victim, was powerless to halt its invasion of his armor.
“MMMMMMMM, YES, ” the voice echoed in his mind, sounding pleased as Polaris screamed and thrashed against the assault. “WHAT A FINE SPECIMEN YOU ARE, PALADIN. YOUR LIGHT IS STRONGER THAN ANY WE HAVE FELT BEFORE. YOU WILL SUSTAIN US FOR MANY, MANY DAYS. ”
Despite the tentacles slithering over his body, Polaris managed to shout, “N-no, you shall never t-take my Light, beast!”
The laughter rumbled in his mind again.
“SUCH RESISTANCE. THE OTHER ONE WAS RESISTANT TOO. YET HE SURRENDERED WITHIN MINUTES. ”
Polaris’ heart pounded in his throat. “S-Sir Nillus?” he choked out. “W-what did you do to him?” The tentacles only seemed to intensify their treatment of the Paladin’s body, and he yelped as one slipped toward a very sensitive area.
“WE USED HIM FOR A TIME, THOUGH HIS LIGHT WAS MINISCULE. PATHETIC, TRULY. SO WE… REPURPOSED HIM. A LURE, FOR MORE POTENT PREY. ”
All at once, the tentacles pulled out of his armor, and Polaris gasped instinctively in relief. But that relief was short-lived as the words continued to fill his head.
“NOW, WE HAVE YOU, AND YOU WILL GIVE WHAT HE COULD NOT. ” A tentacle reached up and traced its way beneath Polaris’ chin, as though caressing his face. “STILL, HIS ESCAPE WAS NOT CALCULATED. YOUR FOOLISH ALTRUISM IS TO BLAME, PALADIN. AND SO, YOU SHALL BE SEVERELY PUNISHED, IN TIME, FOR THIS TRANSGRESSION. ”
Polaris shivered at the threat, though he fought to remain stalwart in the face of this abomination. “Foul beast, for whatever you have done to my comrade, I shall purge this world of your evil,” he declared bravely.
This time, the monster did not respond. Instead, the tentacles began to move again, and Polaris’ eyes widened in horror as he realized their new goal.
A pair of appendages wrapped around his fingers and pulled. Before he could clench his fists in an attempt to prevent it, his gauntlets were yanked off, leaving his sweaty hands bare to the hot cave air. “Stop!” he commanded, but the next pair was already working on his feet. A second later, his plate boots flew off with a squelch. His bare soles curled instinctively at being thusly exposed, his massive three-toed feet still coated in sweat from the long march to the cave. “No, stop this!”
Next came his pauldrons and the rest of the arm armor, followed by his bulky breastplate and bevor. His cloak might have been taken now, too, had he not given it to Nillus just minutes before. Polaris’ bare chest rippled with brawny muscle, the black skin dripping in moisture. He shouted and fought against the tentacles holding him to the slug, watching as his armor was deposited behind him atop the rear part of its body. So tantalizingly close, yet just out of reach. Within the growing pile, he spotted the surface of his shield.
His hip-plates came next, then his greaves, and he struggled more mightily than he had this entire time to prevent the exposure he most dreaded. No , he whispered, the word unable to form on his trembling lips. No, please . All that was left was a simple loincloth. Within it, his purity, his chaste instruments, kept so by the self-worthlessness that plagued his mind, denying him the right to any such pleasure of the body. For how could a filthy dragon ever deserve to partake in such carnal instigations? How could Polaris even consider himself worthy of that?
A thin tentacle hovered over the musky cloth, as though taunting him. The Paladin gritted his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut, a tear falling down his snout to join the beads of sweat on his face. He felt the tentacle slowly slip under the loincloth, touching his single remaining dignity, tormenting him with the fear of the inevitable.
Snap .
The loincloth was ripped away. Polaris gasped as he felt his flaccid package fall against his chest, the sensation a torturous punctuation of his predicament. He opened his eyes to see his body, fully exposed. Vulnerable. At the mercy of the slug to which he was bound.
“MUCH BETTER, ” hummed the slug, as the slithering tentacles returned to Polaris’ body. Exploring, probing, teasing – a dozen different places at once. One curled around his right nipple, another circling his left. More snaked their way beneath his arms and around his biceps. Several others worked their way around his legs. A devious pair slid between his toes and over his soles. He cried out at the tendrils creeping over his bare skin, still just as helpless to halt this new violation.
What in the stars was this creature about to do with him? If it sought to consume his Light, why was he still alive?
“SO TENSE, PALADIN, ” the voice remarked, as another pair of tentacles descended towards the place he had been desperately hoping they would avoid. “WE WILL HELP YOU TO RELAX, TO SURRENDER . ”
“N-no!” Polaris cried, pulling desperately against the unmoving tentacle bonds. He needed to escape, to prevent this before –
“Aghhh!” A tendril had wrapped itself around the length of his dragonhood, slithering its way up the shaft. He felt an immediate and unwanted burst of heat explode in his groin at the touch. The tentacle moved slowly, deliberately, working its way up until it wrapped gently around his glans. A tiny moan escaped him at the sensation. But it was wrong, so very wrong. He hated it; he needed to free himself, he needed to escape!
“FASCINATING. YOU DO NOT HAVE THE EXTRA SKIN AROUND YOUR TIP AS THE DOG DID. ” The tendril slid upward until it hovered just over the slit of his urethra. As it did, another rose to tease his testicles, delicately fondling his sizable sack. The rush of heat came over him again; he despised how his body reacted to the unwanted touch, to his private parts being violated and gripped by this filthy monstrosity. It was a nightmare, a humiliation, a sacrilege of his dignity as a Paladin of the Light!
Yet, despite how his mind reacted, his shaft was already hard. That was perhaps the greatest humiliation of all.
“YOUR BODY IS EAGER, ” taunted the voice. “AND YOUR SEED IS BOUNTIFUL, FAR MORE THAN THE OTHER. ” The tentacle tightened around his balls, squeezing them. Polaris’ eyes widened as he finally realized why Nillus had been naked. And what this beast wanted with him now. “LET US TASTE BEFORE WE FEED. ”
Without giving the Paladin a chance to react, the tendril over his penis slithered down and onto his slit. He could only gasp in pain and horror as the thin appendage slipped inside of his tiny hole.
“A-aaahh!” he cried, feeling the tentacle passing into his urethra like a sounding tube. Every wiggle and movement of the organic rod was a burning agony as it passed down, down, down his shaft. An agony, and yet somehow, the tiniest pleasure. He snarled and tried to stop any further sounds from escaping him, his fists and toes clenching in desperation.
All the while, the tentacles on the other parts of his body were still having their way with him. His nipples were caressed by the same pair of green tendrils, his balls still gripped by the one that had measured his sack moments before. Below that, his feet were the object of even more unwanted attention, the tentacles wrapping around his toes and lightly rubbing against his bare soles.
And, even as he endured all this abuse, a new sensation suddenly poked at him that filled him with more dread than the living tissue invading his cock. His gaze fell past his tortured shaft and balls to see another tentacle prodding at the area that, under normal circumstances, would never have been vulnerable to such an assault. However, with his legs held apart by his organic bonds and his armor completely stripped away, Polaris’ tight hole was now exposed for all to see. To see, and to touch.
He cried and fought against the tentacles holding him, ignoring the pain in his penis as he tried to move away from the newest offender. “S-stop,” he commanded, the words having no effect on the probing appendage. The dragon could only watch while the tentacle oh-so-gently traced circles around his unbroken entrance, pausing only to reverse directions or vibrate for a moment in one spot before continuing its dreadful tease. “N-no! Stop!”
“SUCH A TIGHT DOOR ,” the voice said, its tone almost playful. “THE DOG WAS MUCH LOOSER. BUT HAVE NO FEAR, PALADIN: OUR TENTACLES DO NOT STRETCH HOLES. YOUR TIGHNESS SHALL REMAIN, THAT WE MAY PENETRATE YOU AGAIN AND AGAIN LIKE THE FIRST TIME. ”
Polaris’ blood ran cold at the threat. Still, he fought to slow the pounding of his heart, to resist the urge to reveal any more weakness than he already had. Stalwart in the face of Darkness , that was how a Paladin needed to be. He was not doing a very good job of that so far.
At last, after what felt like hours, the tentacle inside his penis reversed directions, pulling itself upward until it popped out of his tip with an energized squelch. He gasped a relieved breath as the tentacles on his hole and balls likewise pulled away. Panting, Polaris wondered hazily if it was over, if the nightmare had miraculously ended and he would be released now.
Unfortunately, the nightmare was just getting started.
“NOW THEN, THAT IS ENOUGH EXPLORATION, ” said the voice ominously. Next to Polaris, another tentacle lifted up toward his groin, this one headed directly for his erect dragonhood. It was much thicker than the others, about the girth of his shaft, and the end of it was open instead of culminating in a single tendril. The opening expanded into four petal-like “lips”, akin to a blooming flower, with a tiny tentacle in the center wiggling around like a tongue.
Dread filled him as he realized its purpose. “LET US BEGIN THE EXTRACTION, ” declared the slug, as though confirming his fear. “YOU MAY FIND THIS QUITE ENJOYABLE, PALADIN, OR YOU MAY NOT. BUT KNOW THAT YOU ARE POWERLESS TO STOP IT. ”
The “extractor” approached his exposed erection slowly, intimidatingly. Polaris shook and thrashed violently, horrified at the thought of this abominable thing attaching to his length. He could only imagine how it would feel, the tube sliding along his shaft, the lips kissing his balls, the tongue-like tendril slipping inside his urethra again to torture him from the inside. His fists clenched in helpless anticipation.
A drop of something warm and sticky fell out of the tube as it hovered directly over the Paladin’s manhood. “OH, THIS IS THE SAME APPARATUS THAT DRAINED THE COMRADE YOU ALLOWED TO ESCAPE, ” explained the voice. “PERHAPS IT WILL BRING YOU SOME MODICUM OF COMFORT TO KNOW YOU ARE BEING MILKED BY THE SEED OF YOUR OWN ORDER. ”
Then, without any further delay, the tube descended onto Polaris’ cock.
He bit back a scream as the fleshy tentacle slid wetly over his length. Immediately, he felt the tongue-tendril sliding into his slit, not thick enough to entirely obstruct his urethra, but enough to be felt all the way down. Meanwhile, the four lips hungrily munched their way along his shaft, pulling the whole tentacle over his glans and to the base of his cock. It was warm and slick, a sensation that might have been pleasant if not for the circumstances. The lining of the milker pulsated and squeezed against his length, and Polaris became aware of hundreds of minuscule bristle-like appendages coating the interior. Wiggling around like an army of tiny worms, fondling his frenulum and everything below. Forcing pleasure upon his member from all sides.
When the sucker hilted on his shaft, the four lips reached around and grasped his balls, their own bristles running over his sack. A cry escaped him as his genitals were thusly captured, his fingers and toes clenching in despair. But the monster was not finished yet.
“A PERFECT FIT. NOW TO ADD INCENTIVE. ”
Incentive? He barely had time to wonder what that meant before a pair of green-glowing suction cups rose toward the Paladin’s drenched chest. They hesitated a moment before snapping onto his black nipples with ruthless enthusiasm. He gasped as the little attachments began to pump and suck on his sensitive teats, as though milking him for fluid that would never come.
“DESPITE YOUR INABILITY TO LACTATE, YOU STILL FIND THIS PLEASURABLE, YES? ” taunted the voice. Polaris hissed in response, trying to ignore the heat that now spread from his chest down to his well-attended groin.
Another tentacle rose from the body of the slug, this one coated in what appeared to be suckers, much akin to those of an octopus. It slapped itself down ungraciously atop the uncovered part of Polaris’ balls; then, it began to drag itself slowly back and forth, back and forth, rubbing his scrotum and occasionally curling around to lightly squeeze his balls. The extra pleasure drew an involuntary moan from the Paladin, who was already feeling an intense pressure begin to well up in his genitals.
“SUCH DELECTABLE FLUIDS THAT YOUR SKIN EXCRETES, ” the voice commented, as the tentacles around Polaris’ toes seemed to draw tighter. “WE WILL PARTAKE OF THIS ‘SWEAT’ TOO, FOR ALL PARTS OF YOU BELONG TO US NOW. ” The dragon watched in humiliation as the tendril wrapped around his right foot suddenly split into a maw-like opening at the tip. This “mouth” slithered up to his big toe and slowly clamped down on it, before beginning to suck and slurp on the poor extremity. Polaris ground his teeth, disgusted and embarrassed at the sight. It did not tickle, nor was it particularly pleasurable, but it was just another reminder of how his body was being violated without his consent.
Then, as if to further his humiliation, the tentacle on his other foot began tracing its way along his sole, leaving a trail of moisture like the saliva from a licking tongue. “C-cease this indignity… at once….” Polaris choked out, but the words, like his others, went unheeded.
“YES, THESE SCALY PAWS ARE PREFERABLE TO US, ” said the voice. “ALL THE FLUIDS STAY AT THE SURFACE FOR OUR CONSUMPTION. ”
With a gasp, Polaris felt the milker that had remained mostly dormant since attaching to his cock suddenly squeeze with intensity. “THE EXTRACTOR GROWS RESTLESS. BUT THERE IS ONLY ONE MORE MISSING PIECE. THIS WILL BE DIFFICULT FOR YOU, PALADIN, UNLESS YOU RELAX. ”
The dragon gasped as a tentacle textured with nubs and ridges rose up from between his legs. His stomach dropped when it approached his exposed entrance. It parked there for a moment like a hawk perched on a branch high above the den of its prey. Threatening. Preparing. Assessing.
“N-not there,” he stammered, his defiance reigniting once more into desperate resistance. His arms and legs strained as he pulled against the tentacle bonds with all his might. “Begone,” he commanded. His voice felt tiny in comparison to the authority of the slug’s, yet he tried once more to fight past the fear and face this nightmare with the dignity of a Paladin. Or at least, with as much dignity as he could manage while his nipples, toes and genitals were being sucked and licked by tentacles.
He sucked in a deep breath. “Begone! Beg-aaaaghhh!” The word fell off into a choked scream as the predatory tentacle struck. And just like that, his tight hole was broken.
The bumpy appendage slithered its way through his anus and deeper into his rear. He could feel every inch of its warm sliminess, every bump and groove on its Light-damned surface, as it pushed further and further into him. He clamped his jaw shut to stop himself from shouting.
It was not even terribly thick, but to his virgin hole, it was agony. Agony, and yet….
Another moan escaped him as the penetrating tentacle settled against a particular spot in his hole. It did not take a Healer’s anatomy skill to identify what that spot was. But oh, did it feel heavenly . For a second, he almost forgot the pain and humiliation of being anally fucked by a tentacle, because the way said tentacle pressed against his prostate could make him forget anything.
“YES, PALADIN, ACCEPT OUR PLEASURE. GIVE YOUR MIND AND BODY TO US. SURRENDER YOUR LIGHT TO OUR DARKNESS. ”
The words weighed heavily on his mind, nearly irresistible. But not entirely .
“N-no,” Polaris coughed out, pulling himself free from the reverie of pleasure. “No!” he shouted again. He could not give in to this foul beast, no matter how much torment or bliss it bestowed upon him. “M-my light shall… never yield!”
The tentacles holding him to the slug seemed to intensify their grip for a moment. Was the creature angry ? Then: “YOU WILL BREAK, PALADIN. PREPARE YOURSELF TO BE DRAINED. ”
He did not have an opportunity to react. All at once, the tentacle milker on his cock sprang to life, and the sensations that exploded across his groin were enough to take his breath away. The fleshy tube contracted and expanded, each movement pulling the tiny cilia inside against his shaft and sending ripples of pleasure up his cock. A slick fluid kept the siphon lubricated, though whether said fluid was a secretion of the slug or the remnants of Nillus’ own treatment was unknown. At the same time, the entire appendage pulled upward while remaining attached to his balls, creating an intense suction that stopped and resumed as the tentacle fell back down, then repeated the motion. Inside his urethra, the little tendril teased his sensitive slit with a gentle wiggle that was more pleasurable than painful now. And the four lips of the milker grasped his balls, eagerly vibrating back and forth as their bristles massaged his testicles.
With an identical but opposite rhythm to the milker sucking his cock up and down, the penetrating tentacle pulled partway out of his anus before pushing itself back in. He felt the bumpy appendage sliding through his entrance, every little nub like a firecracker rubbing against his tight hole. It descended into his rear until it hit that wonderful little spot that had never before been used for him, then slowly pulled back until it was back at his hole, ready to push in again.
Adding in the nipple and toe suckers, along with the ball-fondling tentacle playing with his sack, and the miscellaneous tentacles that occasionally slithered along his scales with curious indifference, and Polaris’ pure mind could not fathom the sensations that his body was experiencing.
Even one of these ministrations was enough to overload the poor Paladin. His duties kept him far too busy to pleasure himself – not that he would even consider doing so, for he did not believe himself deserving of such an indulgent act. A worthless dragon needed to work hard; he needed to grow stronger only so that he could make his meaningless life matter in some small way by using that power to help others. At least, those were the words instilled in him since birth.
Suffice it to say, the sensation that now bloomed in Polaris’ tortured erection was one with which he was wholly unfamiliar. It terrified him, and yet, it felt better than anything he had ever known. He desperately wanted it to stop, and he achingly needed it to continue. The dichotomy of yes and no both vying for control of his synapses was the true torment of this predicament.
“YOUR HOLE IS OURS; YOUR SEED, OUR PRIZE. SURRENDER TO US . ”
The Paladin roared, his body unable to resist the incessant stimulations any longer. His hips thrust, his balls tensed. Pleasure crescendoed in his shaft. The milker and penetrator sucked and pounded, using him like a toy. The tentacle grabbed his testicles and squeezed.
And then a toe-curling orgasm exploded through his body. Polaris moaned, long and lustful, as the greatest pleasure he had ever known blossomed from his groin and rushed down to every extremity. He felt seed spilling from his cock, only to be instantly devoured by the voracious milker that sucked it up in large gulps. The penetrating tentacle hilted in his anus, hammering against his prostate with mind-numbing ferocity. Intense heat spread over his muscled, scaly form, now drenched in sweat. For almost a full minute, his penis pumped out rope after rope of cum, the years of pent-up sexual energy finally released like a long-forgotten dam broken.
“SURRENDER TO US. ”
At last, the orgasmic high wore off, and Polaris was left panting and gasping for breath. His chest heaved, as though he had just run for miles in full armor. “Aah – aahh – ahhhhhh,” he breathed, simultaneously grateful and disappointed that it was over. All the sensations of the milker and penetrator and stimulators separated from the unity of bliss back into their own individual sources of torment. He felt the bristles on his cock and the tendril in his urethra, the lips and tentacle on his balls, the appendage sliding along in his anus, the suckers on his nipples and toe.
He realized it then with a start. None of the tentacles had ceased their torture. Which meant….
“A MARVELLOUS EJACULATION. BUT ONLY THE FIRST. ”
Polaris screamed as he yanked against his restraints, to no avail. His desperation had spiked again when he felt the same unrelenting tentacles continue their stimulation of his body. Sucking, penetrating, all with that same terrible rhythm, all with the sole purpose of bringing him to yet another orgasm.
This was not over. It would never be over.
Below him, he felt the gelatinous body of the slug shift slightly against his naked back. “YOU HAVE A FIRM WILL, PALADIN. BUT KNOW THAT WE WILL BREAK YOU IN TIME, AND YOU WILL SURRENDER YOURSELF TO US ENTIRELY. IT IS YOUR FATE. ”
“N-no!” Polaris cried, his voice hoarse from his earlier orgastic shouts. “R-release me at o-once, I c-cannot – I-I am not – t-this indignity – ohhhhh .” His proud defiance gave way to a lustful moan as his body shuddered, already feeling a second orgasm creep over him. He tried to fight it down, to refuse this abomination any more of his seed. But the tentacle in his ass and on his cock were merciless ministators of pleasure. He came again, this time with notably fewer ropes of cum, and with an ache in his balls that had not been present the first time.
“THE REFRACTORY PERIOD OF A DRAGON IS SO MUCH SHORTER THAN THE DOG’S. THAT IS GOOD. IT WILL HASTEN YOUR ASSIMILATION. ”
Polaris squeezed his eyes shut as the second orgasm faded, and still the tentacles assaulted his body. His thoughts drifted to the Knight-Commander: the massive white tiger, about as large as Polaris himself, sitting sternly at his desk in the Paladin headquarters. Staring expectantly up at the dragon as he explained the urgency of this rescue mission. The Commander had put his faith in Polaris, trusting him to rescue Sir Nillus. Well, he had accomplished that much – assuming the husky would not encounter other trouble running half-naked through the Wilderness back to civilization. But now it was Polaris in need of rescue. And the thought of the Commander’s disappointed and disgusted face at hearing of the dragon’s current predicament only deepened his humiliation. He was a failure. A failure of a Paladin, and a disgrace to his comrades.
How long would it be? If they even wanted to save a worthless dragon like him, how far away was a rescue? It would take Nillus at least a day to get home. After he gave his report, it could take up to another twenty-four hours to put a second rescue party together – if they could afford one to begin with. Then another day, at best, to arrive back at the cave. By then, how much of Polaris would even be left for them to find? Could he truly hold out against this monster for so long?
“NOW, PALADIN, WE PROMISED CONSEQUENCES FOR ALLOWING OUR OTHER PREY TO ESCAPE. ” The voice echoed ominously in Polaris’ mind, and he opened his eyes to see the green parts of the tentacles starting to glow more intensely. An involuntary chill passed down his spine despite the heat of the cave and the slug below him. “THEREFORE, WE WILL EMPLOY AN ADDITIONAL TACTIC TO BREAK YOU. ” There was a pause as the tentacles halted their movements for a moment. Suddenly, energy crackled to life along the tip of one of the appendages. He realized what was coming right before it began.
“PAIN. ”
A shout escaped Polaris’ maw as electricity sparked along every tentacle connected to his captured form. Torturous shocks jolted his skin, the agony spreading like fire to every nerve in his body. The restraining tentacles around his wrists and ankles, the previously-harmless nipple and toe suckers, the appendage tormenting his sack – all of them now poured thousands of volts into his skin. Inside the milker, every tiny cilia shocked his shaft, while the urethral insert burned his inner tube with electricity. The petal-like lips fried his balls, their grip tough as a vice around his scrotum. And the penetrator ignited with a blaze of lightning, blasting his ass with an electrified pounding as it scorched his innards.
Polaris was no stranger to pain, but this was quickly approaching the limit of what he could take. He felt tears fall from his eyes as he bit back the screams that begged for release from his throat. His limbs thrashed, desperate for the escape that his mind now knew was futile.
The torture went on and on; he thought it might never end. Then, at last, the glow faded, and the electricity ceased its flow. All at once, the agony halted, though his skin and innards still burned where the current had shocked him. He panted in relief, feeling his tortured body recovering from the lengthy electrotreatment.
“YOU ARE QUITE THE RESILIENT ONE, PALADIN, ” remarked the voice. “SUCH INTENSE TORMENT DID NOT BREAK YOU. WE WILL CONTINUE ADMINISTERING YOUR PUNISHMENT THROUGHOUT YOUR EXTRACTION, HOWEVER, SO DO NOT BELIEVE THIS COMPLETE. ”
Somehow, Polaris found it within himself to shout back, “Are such feeble sparks the worst that your abominable species can muster? Your meager torments are naught!”
He gasped as the tentacles attached to him suddenly resumed their ministrations on his body, and he felt the slug rumble slowly below him.
“STILL FEISTY. LET US SEE HOW LONG YOU RETAIN YOUR DEFIANCE WITH OUR TENTACLES IN YOUR ASS, PALADIN. ”
“Y-you shall never have my Light!” Polaris continued, even as he was fucked and sucked and humiliated by the appendages. “I swear to you, your evil shall be purged – mmmghhh!”
Unbeknownst to the Paladin, a new tentacle had descended from behind his head, closing around his maw before he had an opportunity to clamp it shut. “Mmmfffhh, mmmmfffffhhhhh!” he shouted, his words lost as the gag-like appendage slipped a green tendril into his mouth and down his throat. He nearly choked on the long, thick insertion, and he instinctively bit down on it, desperate to remove the intruder. But the outer portion of the tentacle had snapped tightly around his muzzle, keeping his jaw locked shut, and his teeth merely sank uselessly into the tendril no matter how hard he bit.
“ENOUGH TALKING. YOU ARE OUR PET NOW. AND LIKE A PET, WE WILL FEED YOU TO KEEP YOU PRODUCING SEED. ”
As the voice spoke, liquid suddenly poured out from the tentacle in his mouth. It was warm and tasted sweet, almost like nectar; it soothed his raw throat as it slid down his esophagus. He was powerless to stop it from entering his body. As it filled his chest, however, he felt a new heat begin to blossom in his groin.
“OUR FOOD FUELS YOU, AND YOUR SEED FUELS US. A BEAUTIFUL SYMBIOSIS. ”
The monster, for all its depravity, was not lying about that. Almost immediately, Polaris’ stamina returned, his muscles regaining some of their lost energy. And his other parts were likewise feeling the revitalization – just in time for his milked cock to spurt forth a third load.
“Mmmffhh, mmfhh,” Polaris groaned, the pleasure already making it difficult to focus on his predicament. He knew that he needed to continue his struggle, that giving himself to this lust would only lead to his downfall. His fingers and toes flexed weakly.
The slug’s word echoed in his mind: “SURRENDER. ” It would be so easy to give in. To yield to the sucking of the milker on his cock, the pounding of the penetrator in his ass. To SURRENDER.
SURRENDER.
SURRENDER….
The electricity jolted him out of the concerning reverie, and he screamed into the gag as the current again seared his body. Whatever the effects of the slug’s liquid, it seemed to include a heightened sensitivity to all stimuli. All, including negative sources. All he could do was endure the pain, endure the torment that went on for far longer than a normal individual would have been able to withstand. His skin burned; his eyes watered.
Then it stopped, and pain was replaced again with pleasure. The Paladin had no time to even process the change. No sooner did the sparking current cease than the milking and penetration resumed, like a machine programmed to instantly switch tasks. Polaris moaned as the blissful release of orgasm approached once more.
SURRENDER….