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The Chimera enters the Selector’s dungeon after being summoned to see a cloudy cold pool in the center of the stone floor. A log attached to the ceiling by a rope is just barely sitting on the surface, two twitching dark skinned hands tied to it.
“What is this, Selector?” the Chimera Superior demands.
“Chimera, this agent was found entering your quarters with a poisoned dagger,” the Selector says, gesturing to his underlings to raise the log from the water. A beautiful naked man gasps and moans as he is pulled from the water, suspended by his wrists on the long heavy log. His eyes and mouth are tightly blindfolded and gagged with pieces of dirty cloth. “We stopped him before he got to the birthing chambers. He was scheduled to be executed, but he was assessed and found to be… Of your preferences.”
The Chimera’s yellow eyes scan the man's muscular body. “Tell me more.”
“Yes, he is a thirty two year old Earthling of mixed Hispanic and Asian descent. He says his name is Arturo. He is in great physical condition. He had no identification, and we couldn't trace him back to an organization, but he launched from Earth. He is a little older than you are used to, and he may be hard to break in, but I think you'll find satisfaction in doing what you please with him.”
The Chimera saunters forward and leans in, sniffing his neck. “You came to kill me, Earthling?” she scoffs. “I breed your kind to be my slaves.”
He grunts and pants behind the gag, shivering cold from the frigid liquid he's been dunked in and out of for the past six hours. His nipples are rock hard, and his glossy muscles look like they were sculpted in marble.
“Tsk. Poor thing. You must be so sensitive…” she places a warm hand on his cold skin and he winces, starting to struggle. “What's the matter? Don't you like me?” she mocks, pinching his cold nipples.
“MNGH!” he barks, jerking his body.
The Chimera giggles. “His balls are a little small,” she remarks. “I don't know. Maybe we should kill him.”
“If it's what you want, I'll leave him in the water until he drowns,” the Selector says.
“Mmnnhh!” Arturo protests, squirming.
The Selector shrugs at the Chimera. “At least look at his face first,” they conclude.
The Chimera snatches the blindfold off his face to see the most beautiful, angry cow eyes, spitefully glaring at her as he huffs air like a mad bull. “I need to see the lips if I am to be convinced,” she hums, finally removing his gag.
“You rapist whore!” he barks in a thick Mexican accent.
The Chimera laughs. “Have you waited a long time to say that? Is that what you were going to say when you killed me?”
He tightens his mouth and the Chimera grabs him by the chin, turning his head back and forth to look at his jawline and the angle of his pouty, fuckable mouth. “Mmmm,” she hums. “Selector, have your men pull him up higher,” she demands.
The Selector nods to his underlings and they crank the rope, pulling him completely out of the water. He grunts and raises a leg to kick her, but she catches it and picks him up by it, then grabbing his other leg and spreading them like a doll’s.
“ARRRGHHH!” he groans.
She spreads his ass, peering at his puckered hole and his limp cock with a hungry gaze and salivating as her pseudopenis slowly starts to erect. “Hmmm…”
“You can rape me all you want but I'll never be your slave!” he spits.
She lowers his legs and turns him to face her, grabbing him by the jaw. “It's those lips,” she hums, ignoring him. “Plush, pretty, plump lips. I can't decide if I want him or not. Selector, put him back under while we decide.”
“You fucking bitch! I'm not your toy! You don't fucking own me!” The rebel screams. He sucks in a deep breath and squeezes his eyes shut before submerging.
“He's so aggressive,” she murmurs, “but I'm keeping him.”
“I thought you might enjoy a challenge,” the Selector grins. “Shall I take him out?”
“No. I want him to lose consciousness. I want him to think he didn't make the cut. And then I want him to wake up with me.”
The man's fingers stretch and flex, struggling to cope with the sensation of drowning. She watches the bubbles come up one at a time until they stop coming, and then she waits for him to stop moving. After that, she waits another two minutes before nodding to the Selector. “Bring him up.”
The underlings draw the Earthling man up out of the water. At first he doesn't breathe at all, but after a moment he gasps, sputters, and coughs, but doesn't awaken. His mouth hangs open as he unconsciously regurgitates ingested water. She slices the ropes binding him with her claws and cradles his cold body in her arms, looking adoringly at him as if he's her new child.
“Fetch my tailor, Selector,” she chides.
“Right away, Chimera Superior.”
“I think I liked him better blind and gagged.”
Arturo awakens in the dark wondering why he is still alive. He coughs once, and then coughs again and again, clearing the last of the water out of his lungs as he squirms in his place, trying to discern his situation. His body doesn't feel right. His arms are tightly bound with the palms together behind his back, and his legs, tied together at 90 degree angles with his cock and balls pulled out the front of his thighs. He's wound up in living bondage like a little tan lightning bolt,
“Mmh,” he grunts, thrashing and trying to roll himself over unsuccessfully. As he's struggling, he feels a breeze on his ass, nipples, and genitals, and suddenly freezes up.
“Do you think if you don't move I can't see you?” the Chimera mocks him.
“Nnhh,” Arturo grunts, squirming as the Chimera picks him up by the waist like a doll.
She trails her finger down his cock and hangs him upside down, dangling his junk back and forth in the air. “It's certainly bigger now that you're nice and warm.”
“Huf!” he exhales.
“I didn't imagine letting you run around like my brainwashed devotees was going to do me any good. You'd try to kill me, or them, or try to escape, or get stuck in a crack in the wall and die somewhere. I thought some preventative measures would be necessary… namely keeping you immobilized. And helpless.” Arturo can't hide his burgeoning shame from the psychic. “Aww, yes. That's right, Arturo. Helpless.” She caresses his chest, ass, and thighs, admiring what is showing of his sculpted muscles through his binding.
“Are you hungry, Arturo?” the Chimera hums with a sinister grin, stroking his short curly hair back. “It's been a few days since you've eaten. There are a few things available for your consumption.”
He stiffly shakes his head in defiance, grunting and squirming in her arms.
“Yes, yes. Squirm and fight. Try to get out. No, Arturo… you have my full attention for the foreseeable future. And when I'm not here to keep you entertained, I can have my attendants pass you around my livestock for sexual relief. You will not be bored of an evening for a very long time.”
He growls angrily and thrashes.
“Big, scary man… what are you going to do from there? No, you can't hide from me. I know what's going on inside that curly skull of yours. You're terrified. You would rather be dead right now.” He lets out a defeated grunt as she starts to play with his nipples. “There are a lot of things I could do to make that worse… and a lot of things I could do to make it better.” She tugs his small sensitive rouged nipples like she's trying to milk him, and he starts to cry out for help, muffled behind the gag.
“Help, help,” she mocks, caressing his face, thighs, and neck. “Somebody, anybody help. Oh. Tough luck, pumpkin. I think it's just you and me.” Arturo breaks down in panicked, hyperventilating sobs. “What should I do to you first? Make you regret your decisions, or prove you wrong?”
Arturo whimpers as she stands up with him and starts walking, setting him down sideways on her bed facing her as she sits down beside him. “I'm going to open up that gag, and you're going to drink from my nipples. Understand?”
“Urrrgh!!” he hisses.
“If you're a mean boy, I can punish you. I'm being very generous and offering you sustenance from my body. That is all I am going to offer you, so eat it now or eat it later.”
He expects to be able to speak or at least bite when she removes the gag, but he finds a ring of enamel holding his mouth open and preventing his jaws from moving as she does remove it. He lets out a short grunt as she matches her large nipple up to his mouth, fitting the tip perfectly inside. His tongue writhes to the back of his mouth in repulsion as he tries to twist his neck, but the living bondage holds him in place. “Now suckle,” she demands.
“Mmh! Mmgh!” Arturo thrashes back and forth, unable to tear his mouth away from her tit.
“You have nowhere to go, Arturo,” she purrs. “You can suckle me now, and drink until your belly is full, or I can punish you until you beg me for it.” Arturo continues to struggle and grunt, and she sighs, shaking her head. “I guess I will have to help you get started.” She squeezes her breast gently, squirting milk into his forced open mouth. He gags and retches, squirming incessantly in refusal. “Naughty boy doesn't want to eat his supper… whatever will I do?”
She turns him over in her lap and spanks his ass as she slides two fingers into his mouth. He gags and squirms as she carries on talking to him.
“No doubt by this phase you must be wondering, why hasn't the Chimera given me her brain-rotting aphrodisiac cum by now? Doesn't she want to control me? And the answer is simple: I don't want you to enjoy it too quickly. I want to take the long road with you, Arturo. I want you to beg me to brainwash you, to drown you with my cum, to fill you with my eggs. And the way to do that will be by raping you in unique and grotesque ways until you pledge your soul to me. You intended to kill me, Arturo. You are reaping the rewards of that challenge. Now.” The Chimera starts to caress his asshole with her fingertips. “Are you hungry?” Arturo stays silent, huffing those angry bull breaths out his nose. “No?”
She spits on his asshole and smears it around before she starts to slide her middle finger inside, and Arturo chokes out a horrified grunt. “Let's try a few minutes of this, and then see if you want to drink from my tits.”
He stifles and restrains his choked groans at first, his hole clenching and pushing to try and expel her. But once she reaches his prostate and starts to press on it in gentle little circles, Arturo loses his composure. His thrashing is accompanied by trembling now as she explores his virgin asshole with her longest finger. “Is this your first time being penetrated? Maybe your first time being dominated at all?” she hums.
She can sense his walls and layers of defense tumbling down as she starts to thrust her finger in and out, touching on his prostate with every reinsertion. He's horrified, humiliated, and pained by the Chimera’s treatment. He is exactly where she wants him. She can feel his limp cock twitching and leaking precum in her lap, a side effect he has little control over in this situation regardless of his state of arousal.
His short choked grunts of coping slowly turn to mournful songs of pleading, his squirming less choppy and more fluid and constant than before. He's desperate, and by the way his inner body is twitching, the way he is screaming and thrashing to get away, she can tell he is about to cum.
She sighs and removes her fingers from his hole, caressing his peachy tan ass, and he exhales, frightened that she took him so close so quickly. She flips him over in her lap and opens his gag, sliding her finger down his tongue and making him taste himself as he gags and spasms.
She drags his thick saliva out of his mouth and smears it in circles on his pouty pink lips. “Now, are you hungry? Or do I have to try again with two fingers?”
“Unhh,” he grunts affirmatively.
“You will feed yourself my breast milk?”
He grunts again, broken and desperate.
“Poor hungry soul. I want to see you gorge yourself.” She raises his lips to her nipple and presses it inside the ring, and he begins sucking gingerly. “That's it. A little harder now.” His eyebrows draw together in discomfort as he sucks harder, grunting as the milk squirts into his mouth. “That's it. Don't stop. Swallow.” She watches his adam’s apple bounce as he gulps down his first sip, and gleefully gasps, stroking his hair tenderly. “Yes, good. Now keep going. I want to see your belly fill.”
He coughs and grunts a few times before continuing to suck, pulling a small mouthful of milk at a time and swallowing it. She strokes his thighs and traces his pubic hair with the back of her knuckle. His lungs bounce as he breathes like he's trying not to cry.
“That beautiful mouth,” the Chimera sighs. “There is nothing I want more than to bury my cock in that beautiful tight throat, but that would start the decay of your thoughts… You would start to love me before you even knew it. No, I need your seething rage, your anguished hate. I need it to fuel me as I explore your body and make you mine. I need you to choose to submit.”
Arturo whines in between gulps and panting breaths.
“I need you to take the punishment in pain and degradation, knowing it could all be bliss if you begged it to be. Knowing I can release you from your agony at any moment. I need you to choose the pain until you can't take it anymore.” She wraps her fingers around his limp cock and starts to tug on it slowly. “I intend to break you beautifully.”
“Hnnngh! Nngh!” he grunts, trying to pull his hips away from the limp hand job.
“Fighting me is so hopeless,” she hums, tracing precum down from his slit to his frenulum, which she starts to relentlessly tease. His jaws are tight as he sucks, like he would bite her without the gag, but he's hollowing his cheeks and filling his mouth with each gulp.
The Chimera snaps her fingers, and the living binding exposes Arturo’s eyes to her, unfocused and slackened. When the light hits his eyes, he glances up at her in fear and then looks away, ashamed and humiliated.
“Look in my eyes,” she commands, polishing his frenulum with her thumb. Though involuntary, the stimulus has made his cock half-chubbed. His face twitches as he forces himself to look at her. He pushes his breaths quickly, starting to panic as he can feel himself getting harder.
She squeezes the base of his cock and drags her hand up to the tip, extracting a gush of precum. “You're not such a tough rebel Earthling after all,” she smirks. “You're all wet for me.”
He squeezes his eyes shut, a mist of sweat gathering on his brow. “Ah-ah-ah. Look at me,” she demands, grabbing him by the throat. He whines and pries his eyes open. “I want to see your eyes while I desecrate you.” His adam's apple bobs against her palm as she squeezes his neck gently. “I'm in control now, little assassin. Whatever you thought you were doing here has gone far off the rails.” His member is hard enough now for her to firmly stroke up and down, playing with his foreskin around the head of his cock. She strokes his stomach as he slowly drinks his fill, watching carefully. She will know when he can't take anymore.
The Chimera quickens the pace of her jerking and grabs him by the hair, pulling his head away from her nipple. She slides her middle and ring finger down into the back of his milky throat, and he chokes and gags before she removes them and plunges them hilt deep in his puckered hole. He lets out a pained growl and squeezes his eyes shut, his cries muffled as she presses her blue nipple back into his mouth.
“Keep drinking. You're not finished.”
His voice breaks in a whimper, his cheeks billowing out as he pants against her breast. She continues stroking his cock and starts slowly fingering his asshole, stretching his body beyond his belief.
“Open your eyes.” He opens his eyes. “Look at me.” He looks at her, pleading with his eyebrows creased. “Drink.”
His expression twists with pain as she thrusts her fingers in and out of his body, circling on his prostate. He reluctantly forces himself to suck and swallow one gulp at a time. “I'm already inside you in many ways, Arturo. My fingers in your body. My milk inside your stomach. My voice inside your mind. I intend to occupy you fully… to make you a vessel for my pleasure.”
She strokes his temples, looking into his eyes as he squirms and bucks with no space in his immovable bindings. His eyelids twitch and flutter as she starts to stroke his cock and massage his prostate faster.
“You belong to me. There's nothing you can do but give me your cum, sweet boy.”
He twitches and bucks, trying to get away from the intense stimulation, but there's nowhere for him to run. She will not relent until she has his seed.
“Come… come, Arturo,” she coaxes as she places a hand on each nipple and starts to slowly pinch them.
“Nghh!” he grunts, milk spurting out around his mouth. All of his squirming comes to a stop at once as cum spews from his cock onto his chest and belly. His eyes, still locked on the Chimera’s, are anguished and pleading for mercy, while at the same time glazed over with the tremendous unconsented pleasure.
“Mmm, yes. Good boy, Arturo.” He's panting with his lips slack around her nipple. “You keep drinking. You're not done yet.”
His body starts to tremble once more as he starts suckling again, moaning pathetically between swallows as he rides out his forced climax, pump after pump of his hot cum landing on himself and the Chimera. She waits until he is sobbing and thrashing again to scold him: “I will continue until you've drank your fill.”
Suddenly, all his focus turns to her nipple, his tongue lapping on it as he hollows out his cheeks, drinking her milk until his stomach is bursting with it.
“GUH!” he grunts as she pops her nipple out of his mouth and her fingers out of his ass, finally letting go of his aching cock.
“Good boy,” she hums, commanding the living garment to close up over his mouth once again. “Don't you feel better now?”
“Mmh… Nnhh,” he pants against her chest, his tired eyes closed.
“Are you tired angel?” she hums. “Well, I suppose I could set you down for a while. But I wouldn't want you to be bored. I'll give you something to do.” She leans his back up against an incline and leaves. For the first time he looks around at the large, ornate room. White marble whorls edged in gold trim. The room certainly looks like the bedroom of a goddess.
Arturo closes his eyes and whimpers quietly with shame, embracing his last few moments of peace before whatever she has planned. Everything went so wrong. He didn't expect to come back from his mission, but he thought he would at least get to kill her before he died. He didn't expect to be enslaved himself, much less entered into a world of constant torture for the rest of his natural life.
“Ah, here we are,” the Chimera calls from around the corner. Arturo looks up over his bound knees to see the Chimera returning with something in her hands. As she steps closer she unveils a fat, oblong, round, blue insectoid creature with a dozen little graspers on its underbelly.
“This creature was made with a special purpose,” she says. “You humans typically ejaculate very little. That's not what I want from you. This creature will deposit a special substance into your testicles, very slowly over time, to increase their size and production permanently. And then you will be of more use to me.”
Arturo rocks and squirms, knocking himself onto his side in one more fruitless attempt to prolong the inevitable. She giggles as she picks him up, holding the two of them face to face. The creature's three eyestalks slowly curve downward as it sees his exposed genitals and spreads its mouthparts, two long, thin white tubes extending from inside at a snail’s pace.
Arturo whimpers as he squirms and kicks. The Chimera sets him back down on his back and places his limp cock upright on his belly before she lays the creature down on his thighs. It curves its grasping legs around his thighs and deploys its dual probosces, snaking them up around his cock cruelly slow as he whimpers and hyperventilates. When the two tubes reach his tip, they each place themselves down on either side of the head and spread the urethra open.
“Mmmm!!” Arturo cries as the tubes open and close his urethra again and again, testing it BEFORE finally slithering inside. “MMMNNNGHHHH!” he shrieks as they crawl up his urinary tract and into his seminal duct, each choosing a side.
“Oh, it's settled right in. It feels right at home inside your cock,” she murmurs, stroking the creature’s back and Arturo’s hair. “Any moment now it's going to start…”
Arturo winces and cries out as the probosces begin to expand and contract slowly, each at the same time… pumping fluid. A burning ache slowly fills his ballsack and he lets out a guttural roar before breaking down into whimpers. The creature’s body also pulses as it supplies its services to the unwilling victim, its eye stalks zeroed in on his genitals, carefully watching as not to injure him by increasing his volume too quickly. Just one tiny squirt at a time, modifying his body permanently for the Chimera’s liking.
“Well, I have business to attend to, darling. I'm afraid we must part ways. But your new friend will keep you company… Pump after pump after pump. You'll feel it pulsing in your cock all night… and we'll see how you look in the morning.”
Arturo whimpers and cries out in protest as the living binding creeps back around to cover his eyes once more, leaving him in a strange sexual purgatory.