In that twisted dream she saw her teacher being horribly eviscerated. Her name was Kristine Castle widow of Joseph Castle. She was a young twenty-five year old History teacher with just barely a year of teaching experience and she lost her husband when she was twenty-three in a freak accident. Kristine never remarried and dated frequently but never steadily with anyone suitor. She was a beautiful Native American woman hailing from the tribe of the Rose Bud Sioux with some amount of French Canadian in her bloodline. Her jet black dark hair always had a brilliant reflective shine. Her softly dark skin was a treat to the eye with her curvy coke bottle shape. Though her measurements may not have been in the double D’s she had a defined seductive shape to her hips and those breasts of hers where to die for. They almost perfect in shape and size matching her body perfectly.
She was known to be an extremely kind and always took interest into each student she had. A fan of stand up comedians she always recited lines and phrases making her a favorite of the school‘s faculty. She spent time with school events and always made time after class each day for any student that might have needed help in anyway. Mille thought she was the most beautiful woman she saw, even prettier than her mom.
Demons like those on the windows of the Church that she often passed on her way to school in mornings surrounded the woman laughing that same horrible tongue as the man in the video. She was being held by her ankle by a horned demon with the body of a man and the head of a skinned bull over a pit, but it wasn’t a pit dug in earth and dirt, but a pit born from flesh, crimson, bone, pain, and hate. Around its edges a hundred thousand sharp teeth that looked like the teeth of sharks, and beneath the teeth a squirming mass that descended into a thick red darkness. Upon closer inspection the squirming mass was instead not a cylindrical mass of meat but instead millions of raging erect penis’ that squirmed and screamed for sexual release. It was in the image of a perverse “Sarlac” pit of the Star Wars movies.
The Kristine was screaming. Her eyes almost black from being dilated so badly from the fear raging in the veins of her body. Everything about the woman screamed fear and dread. The demon released the woman. She yelped as she fell.
The pit screamed like the hungry roar of a boar and a billion men insane with lust. The thing’s thousand teeth rattled and quivered, but as furiously as the millions upon millions of raging erections that took attention to the falling body that descended upon their squirming numbers. Each dick thinking of itself only without regard for its millions of other brothers just as eagerly awaiting to appease their own selfish twisted lust. Each screamed for sexual release. As she fell Mille saw in her eyes sorrow and terror of the worst kind. The kind that corrupts a soul… or feeds upon it.
Then like a swarm of sharks the raging erections lunged. Millions of them launching from the pit at her. They shoved into her body. Every orifice was torn into. The pain was unimaginable. She was torn apart as each penis shoved itself for entry and her body exploded in a wet crimson mist in an instant. Torn flesh and bone rained down.
Millions of dicks received no release. Most tore them selves from the wall and withered. In fact those that did enter her body had no time to fuck the bitch. Each was left unsatisfied and more thirsty for that of which they hungered for. Pussy meat.
Mille tried screaming in her dream but to no avail. There was no waking from this sickening nightmare. She would not wake.
The woman’s body parts fell deeper into the pit and fell into a mess of bile and ooze within the stomach of a greater beast; if she was consumed above then surely this is where she would be digested.
Her torn body and bits of flesh splashed in the mixture. Then sinew and vein reconnected, muscle mass grew back and splintered bone folding back into shape by unseen hands. Somehow the pit reanimated the woman’s torn body, and she screamed as she was wracked with a thousand life times of torturous pain through out her body. She looked at her destroyed body as it reattached itself and healed. Perhaps she never died at all, perhaps she was able to recognize what had happened to her and could feel every painful second after exploding from the inside out. This was Hell after all, and death would be too easy. The woman’s thrashing body was then grabbed by a massive slippery tongue wrapping around her slim body squeezing her without remorse
A dark voice echoed from the shadows of the belly of the beast, “and now you will know me. Every demon in hell will know your body… and each will tear you to pieces bitch!”.
In the sub conscience of Mille this innocent little girl had awoken a monster. Hamilton unknowingly created a monster because of his stupid nature and self pleasing ways. A dark portal opened in the girl’s mind and there be no closing it. Sticks knew something was wrong and he barked late into the night. He tried to awake his friend but to no avail. She squirmed in her bed sheets and moaned while her parents fucked like robots in the room over. She squealed but her parents did not hear, and sticks was locked outside. The dream continued.
Her teacher’s body entangled in the slithering invading tongue squeezed her form. Sweat mixed with salvia. Screams were met with laughter. Struggle was constricted by control. And the powerful held the weak. The voice from the darkness spoke again, “What you felt when you entered this second sphere was every damned human male’s soul for the hour in Earth time. All of whom doomed to be tortured by what they cannot have. Its by far the greatest hunger to want to fuck and come only to the taste of pussy nectar but never salivating in it… Don’t worry my little worm bitch. We shall salivate in your pussy for we are the warden’s not the Damned! And you shall know us for all of eternity! ha, ha, ha, ha, ha”.
She screamed in horror as the tongue entered her body. Its forked end forcing itself into her asshole. Like some nightmarish snake it slithered inside her. Her body quivered in pain as inch by inch the thing slipped in her body. The lining or her anus began to stretch to it’s limits. The thing keep going deeper. The meat around her butt hole tore, and crimson release was greeted with lustful slime. She screamed in both terror and pain.
Deeper and deeper it went with the dark voice laughing in delight as it watched with hidden eyes. It went deep. She felt the thing squirm in her stomach. She screamed and writhed and lashed her body. None of the struggling would free her and excited the horrid evil tongue even further till it burst from her throat and out her mouth. She didn’t quite scream, but she made gasping noise fighting for what air she could get. It slithered put from her mouth down her belly as tears flooded out her pretty brown eyes.
Salvia oozed over her quivering twitching body. The tongue slipped around her pink honey box. Flicking at her clit and wetting her pussy lips before violating her fuck hole. At first it teased her slipping one of its tiny forks that ended at the tip: moving it around in a circular motion, then it went from nice to angry. It stopped only for a second to give the woman a false sense of softness, but then it lunged into her cunt. Fucking her like a rabid dog. Slipping and whipping inside her cervix pounding her and ravaging her wet pink. She choked. Tears rolled off her soft brown toned cheeks. Somehow in this terrifying violation she came. Washed over again and again with organisms until they too became painful and torturous.
The tongue then without warning slipped away from her pussy and back into her mouth, down her throat, until finally ripping itself out of her ass. Blood and saliva exploded from her hole. She screamed and yelped and whimpered. Her body too weak and broken from the hours of titanic abuse. “That was just a teaser” a voice said, “wait till my dick is thrust in you in you little bitch.”
She moved her hand into her cunt trying to ease her bruised flesh and she felt something. Her flesh was healing. And the bruises on her body were disappearing. “This is my gift to you, to always be made again even after being unmade, you didn’t think this was going to be easy did you? Every nerve in your system is made anew like a new born, and your little cunt and ass and throat as tight as the day before you opened your legs you fucking whore. This is Hell. My play ground, and your just one toy in a toybox.”, the dark voice said, so matter what happened to her no matter how terrible even resulting in her death, she would again be healed for the next demon or demons.
Then she heard it. A deep growl. She stood on her feet and stood nose to nose with there impossibly evil looking Great Danes– no not three. There standing in front of her were three heads on one very powerful muscular body. She had only time for her eyes to widen and her mouth dropped in horror at the snarling beast. The monster dog leaped, snatching her neck with one of its three powerful jaws: blood choked out her scream. It threw her quivering body on the ground, still conscience she tried getting up feeling the meat in her neck heal itself and she stood up trying to run away. The devil dog followed. Its claws pounding into the ground with a wide grin on each of its three face and then it jumped at her.
She felt the beast’s claws grab into the skin on the top part of her shoulders and one of the monster’s mouths snapping the spinal column in her neck. She feel to the floor with the beast on top of her, it released her from its jaws but kept its paws holding her down. Again she healed. She tried getting up: her knees against the floor with her butt in the air. If only she knew her mistake.
What she didn’t know was that the beast had no desire to eat her. Its impossibly large red penis hung from a hairy sheath. Pulsating and rock hard it plunged into her ass. She screamed in shock as the beast rammed its fiery cock into her re-virgin anus. It hurt so much she bit into the tip of her tongue.
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