Ninth day of imprisonment
The prisoners were led down a corridor. Their bare feet stepped onto metal plates, then transitioned to loose stone that painfully pricked their skin. Giants in armored skin walked at their sides, while two creatures with axes in their hands and helmets on their heads stomped behind. The path was illuminated by a bluish glow from crystals hanging from the ceiling.
Kostya and Igor walked ahead, followed by Masha and Maxim, holding hands as they trudged along. Something resembling a window appeared in the wall: the familiar mucous material of a pale shade at the edges, but colorless in the center. Beyond it was water. The seabed. The surface was out of sight, the depth impossible to gauge.
They turned at corridor junctions.
In the distance, a bright light source appeared, and the clamor of bubbling voices could be heard. They were led into a spacious hall where the ceiling was supported by tall columns, their tops adorned with yellow-hued crystals that illuminated the entire hall. Creatures crowded here, but they cleared a path for the prisoners.The humans were presented with the sight that all the gathered were observing. On an elevated throne sat a fat creature—about three meters tall, its belly protruding like a stuffed sack, resting on its knees. Below the throne steps was something like a pool, enclosed by a low barrier, where water flowing from pipes poured onto the creature. On its head, the prisoners discerned corals that sharply protruded like a crown.
The prisoners stopped about three paces from the throne. The king of the creatures lazily surveyed them with his gaze, but when he reached the girl, his eyebrows jumped, and he heaved himself up, stepping down to the floor. The prisoners fixed their eyes on his bulging belly; to look at his face, they had to tilt their heads back. The fat one stopped in front of the girl, placing a hand on her firm breast. Maxim angrily lunged forward. The king, gracefully for his size, jumped back from him, pointed a finger at the guy, and bubbled something in a monotonous voice.
"You monster," Maxim growled.
He was struck on the back with such force that he was knocked to the floor. Maxim noticed a huge armored creature above him, lifting him to his feet. Out of the corner of his eye, the guy saw that because of his actions, Kostya and Igor were lying face down on the floor. The giants dragged Maxim into the corridor, Igor and Kostya as well, while ordinary male creatures dragged Masha away.
The girl was shoved into an oblong room with water in the center behind a stone barrier that reached waist-high. The creatures remained on the other side of the doorway, their backs to the walls. Masha slowly walked along the pool, looking around, but there was only one exit. She dipped a finger into the water, feeling its warmth.
Heavy, wet slapping sounds came from the corridor. Masha turned around with a chill in her heart. A tall, fat creature entered the room, bubbled some orders to the guards at the entrance, looked at the girl, stretched out his hands toward her, and approached. The girl backed away from him, tracking as his gaze fell from her breasts down to her pussy, drool dripping from his lips.
Masha turned around and with a jerk broke into a run, but slimy palms of such width that they covered her body from the edges of her shoulders to her neck landed on her shoulders. The girl's head was forcefully pressed back into the belly, one palm slid from her shoulder onto her breast, softly squeezing. For convenience, the King leaned his torso forward, a fold of skin from his chin dangling before the girl's gaze.
The fat one kneaded her breast, then the other, then descended down her belly, his fingers smoothing between her legs, one beginning to penetrate her slit. Masha determined it was the size of the largest cock that had ever entered her. The second hand left her shoulder; the girl jerked, but the hand from her pussy rose to her belly, pressing her forcefully against his gut.
A ringing sound was heard—the attached plates of armor that symbolized the creatures' underwear, and for women additionally a bra, fell off. A thick cock pressed against Masha's buttocks, which with a jerk began to fill with blood, lengthening to the girl's thigh, forcefully pressing into her flesh.
The King fell to his knees. Masha, with her last strength, tried to break free; for greater certainty, the fat one grabbed her with both hands, and with resistance, the penis completed its evolution from flaccid to a rigid rod.
The cock slid between the girl's legs, its head rubbing pleasantly and coolly against her pussy, through her perineum, reaching her anus in her kicking. The King jerked his hips in an attempt to thrust in, but the shaft more often slid over her skin. Finally, the hole parted under pressure, the shaft began to slide into it, awaiting a limit—but it did not come.
At the moment of penetration, the girl jerked more violently, screamed and cried, but she felt not a drop of pain—the effect of the creature's body carried a pleasant, caressing, and slightly cool sensation. Masha stopped kicking, leaned her chest forward so that her full breasts hung freely in space. This eliminated the internal discomfort when the penis struggled to find its way, forced to rub against the walls.
The fat creature's pelvis pressed against the human's buttocks, its belly weighing down on her back, its scrotum hanging freely between her legs, its balls knocking against her thighs. The long shaft began to slide back out; Masha felt with relief that her anal passage was clearing of the hardness, breathed freely, but with the King's forward motion, her chest was pinched again.
He pressed a hand on the girl's shoulder; she squatted with legs spread for convenience, angrily turned back, but saw only the protruding belly. However angry Masha was, she began to be overtaken by feelings of pleasure; she moaned through clenched teeth, but so quietly she could barely hear herself.
The cock widely parted the hole between her buttocks, pleasantly rubbing its edges with soft skin, whether with slow movements or fast ones, when the King began to pick up pace, but with frequent panting and hoarseness, he tempered his fervor.
Masha's legs went numb; the jerking back and forth delivered pain to her muscles, and in one moment she fell. The fat one's hands relaxed from pleasure; the girl slipped out of them, fell chest-first onto the floor, the cock popped out of her butt and arched upward, its tip pressing against the belly.
The girl lay on the floor. After the penis exited, her anal hole tightened; a strange sensation spread through her body, making everything feel numb. Masha couldn't move. (Porno stories) She heard heavy footsteps, fat, cool hands grabbed her sides, turned her face toward a thick, satisfied mug...
The King laid the girl on her back on the pool's barrier, plopped down on his knees himself, spread her legs, and began feeling for her wet pussy with his cock, where the head soon found its way, the shaft extending halfway—it couldn't go further. The fat one intensely shook his rear, with his hands caressing the human girl's thin, firm, and warm belly, her equally hot breasts with hard pink nipples.
He plunged his cock into her as far as he could, moved his hand along the protruding part, hummed with his head raised to the ceiling, then lowered his smiling face to the girl, disappearing from her field of vision. The girl lay on the pool barrier, unable to move, heard a heavy splash into the water, splashes. She felt semen trickling down her lowered legs to the floor. The cool semen of the creatures.
"Oh no..." the girl uttered in a voice she could barely hear herself.