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Pleasure Chest - Chapter Four | Commission: stargate1990
🕑 Added 2020-07-12 21:19:43 +0000 UTCDylan squirmed desperately for freedom from his sister’s vice-like sphincter, able to see nothing from between her plump cheeks as he felt her rising from the sex chair. Her cheeks pressed around his head as they were dragged towards the floor by gravity, and into their resting position.
Hate could feel Rod’s semen bubbling out of her rectum as she rose from her chair. Grabbing him for a final time, she pulled him close and embraced him in a long and passionate kiss. They said their goodbyes and Rod swiftly made his exit, leaving Hate in the dark room while she got herself in a state to leave also.
Walking on shaky legs, Hate moved across the room to a box of tissues. Plucking a few out of the box, she brought them around to her behind and swiped the soft fabric between her cheeks. Dylan’s head was struck instantly as his sister dragged the tissues up her crack, in an attempt to clean herself. He tried to bite into the tissue each time it passed, hoping it could potentially drag him out from her asshole’s grip.
Hate continued to clean herself, paying no mind to her brother’s plight between her cheeks. In fact, she couldn’t even feel his presence partially out of her colon. She was completely numb down there now, and his entire body was lubricated by her and Rod’s concoction. She flexed her sphincter outwards, trying to get as much of it out of her as she could. She didn’t want to drip out of her ass when in the public dungeons.
Dylan was forced out from her asshole as she pushed, along with a monstrous amount of the semen and shit mixture that had been brewed for so long inside of her. He fell to the floor, drenched in her excrement and his friend’s cum, and barely even visible in the pile.
Hate, believing her brother was still deep inside of her, finished wiping herself up; not even paying any attention to what she had just allowed out of her. It was a job for the room cleaners, what were they getting paid for anyway? Throwing her defiled tissues into a trash can, Hate took her leave from the room.
Dylan lay in a defeated heap for some time after his sister left him before finally emerging from the mixture. He shakily climbed to his feet and began moving towards the large black door. He just wanted out of here now, and thanked God that he had been left alone finally. Dylan slipped under the huge door and out into the open space of the main dungeon. The room was full of humongously-sized, scantily clad people, all engaging in various sexual activities. He stayed close to the edges of the room as giants and giantesses boomed past him on their way to private rooms, their bare feet coming dangerously close to him; threatening to crush him at any moment.
A large, heavy, black curtain hung draped across the far wall of the room. Dylan eyed the space up as a potential way out of this mess, deciding that the distance to the room he had originally come from was too far. Even then, those rooms where people met their matches were designed for entry only and would not aid him in his escape.
Sticking to the edges of the massive dungeon, Dylan continued his trek towards the far reaches of the room. His diminutive size meant that he could make the journey unnoticed. He spotted his sister and her friends in the distance, they all seemed to be hunting around on the floor near them. His sister pointed over towards the room he had just left, likely showing them where they’d need to search next. Clearly she had figured out that he was no longer inside of her.
Dylan sprinted, terrified that he’d be found by the menacing group of women. He rushed over the yellow and black taped line that separated the main dungeon from the backstage area behind the curtain. In his blind panic, he paid no mind to the signs along the walls and curtain.
WARNING! RISK OF DEATH BEYOND THIS POINT!
Dylan walked blindly for a time in the darkness behind the curtain, the empty space contained only large, weighted doors designed to allow no sound through. He headed towards the central door, the one which reflected the most light from beneath it. Perhaps that was the exit.
Approaching the door, Dylan slipped beneath it. The weight of it pinned him to the door frame as he squeezed himself under. Thicker than the door of the private room he had just recently escaped, it took much more work to get beneath and past this one.
As blind as he had been in the pitch black darkness, the bright light on the other side of the door took his sight as he clambered out from beneath it. Stumbling, he stepped into the huge room and walked towards the centre in hopes that he was leaving the dungeons.
As his pupils shrank and the light became much more tolerable to him, the room he was now in was unveiled. Littered with various contraptions, he knew now that this room was definitely not the exit for this horror house. But rather this room was a specialist room of some sorts, perhaps even a room used for torture.
Fearful of what this could mean for him, Dylan turned towards the door he had just slipped under. As he did, the booming voice of a woman shook him to his core. “Wait!” she shouted down to him as she looked up from her phone. Sitting in the close-right corner he hadn’t looked into, she had noticed him entering her private space almost immediately.
As quick as a flash, the giantess sprung up from her seat and was in front of him before he could even move. She was young and slim, like his sister. Only her hair was darker and shorter, her eyes were laden in dark eyeshadow and her smile emanated immorality. She reached down and grasped him in her hand.
“What’s your name?” she asked as she held him tightly, her fingers curling around him as she slowly crushed him in her grasp.
“Dy… Dylan” he stuttered to her, feeling slightly more human that someone considered him something more than the name he had been forced to use. It was not even the name he had chosen.
With her spare hand, she clasped his tiny testicles between her finger and thumb and held them tightly. Dylan screamed out in pain as she clutched his genitals with no mercy. “No... What is your name?!”
Realising she meant the name he chose upon entry, Dylan wheezed out, “Bear…” Releasing his testicles, she grabbed her phone and quickly typed something in. The screen lit up. Scanning it for a moment, she looked back up at him.
“Are you trying to make a fool of me?” she asked, squeezing down around his testicles once more and digging her long nails into the soft, sensitive flesh of them. Dylan allowed a high pitched wail to escape from between his lips, a gut wrenching one at that. She held her nails down as they threatened to rip his testicles clean off, causing his body to contort in his pained fit as he tried to free himself from her impossibly tight grasp.
Finally, she released his testicles from her grip and he fell into a clump in her hand. Dylan muttered something to the giantess but she couldn’t make out the words. Flipping him over onto his back, she held her fingers menacingly above his bruised and cut genitals once more.
“Please! No! Worm!” Dylan shouted up to the terrifying woman as he crawled away from her prowling fingers. His every move followed by them like a wasp hunting the poor being it wished to sting.
Again, she scrolled through her phone as she had done before and it lit up. Her eyes did similar as she read the information on her screen, her grin widening impossibly far up her face. Knowing what she had seen, Dylan pleaded to her, “But it’s not me! There was a mistake!”
“You certainly fit the description!” the empathy lacking girl replied as she continued to read through her phone. “I had been waiting for someone else, but I like you much better”, she continued. Walking towards the door Dylan had crawled under, she turned the key in the hole and locked it. Grabbing a towel from besides the chair she had been sat on, she laced the bottom edge of the door with it. “Don’t want you squeezing out now, do we?”
As she carried him deeper into the room, he looked around for his escape route but found nothing. The vents were impossibly high and the only space he could’ve squeezed through was where he had entered. The only way he was getting out of here, was if she allowed him.
The giantess placed Dylan down onto a bed similar to one someone may lay on if being inspected by a doctor, only it was many times his size. She left him there as she went to look through a large chest full of things he couldn’t make out. “You can call me Eun, short for Eunuch. A name I earned, for reasons I’m sure you’ll be able to make out”, she laughed, not even turning to face him as she spoke.
Dylan winced hearing this, he jumped to his feet on the plastic covered bed as she continued to dig through the chest. He looked around the room once more but found no way down from the bed. Deciding that even falling to his death was a better option than what was likely to befall him, Dylan began sprinting towards the edge.
As he flew through the air and clenched his eyes shut in an attempt to mentally prepare himself for his death-inducing fall, the effeminate hand of his captor clasped around his waist. The air was knocked from his lungs as she grasped him quickly, having swiftly moved across the room after catching his suicide attempt in the corner of her eye. “No, no, no! Not yet!” she shouted down to him, her hot breath covering his quivering form.
She placed him back on the bed. His body shook as she placed a heavy object down onto it beside him, he looked up at it and immediately recognised the huge item. A massive, white fan. It’s blades were sharp and there was no protective casing around it like he was used to. The other item she placed down beside him was a piece of string with a thickness of almost one of his arms.
Eun grabbed the piece of string and wasted no time in threading it around Dylan’s testicles. “Sorry, I’m not used to having someone your size”, she said as she held his testicles in place with her index finger and thumb. Using her remaining hand, Eun tightened the knot until it dug into the flesh of Dylan’s testicles. He screamed out in agony as the harsh fabric of the string cut into his jewels, he clawed at them in desperation; wanting to free himself but being totally unable to do so.
“PLEASE! PLEASE! NO!” he screamed out to Eun as she grasped the other end of the string. Tugging at it, she laughed as Dylan was dragged along the bed with it. Moving over to the fan, she tied the other end of the long string around the cylinder the blades were attached to and turned it on.
The blades began to spin slowly until finally pulling the string taut. Still on his back, Dylan looked up at the sadistic woman grinning down at him; his eyes full of fear and begging for mercy. He looked back down towards his testicles, they were swollen and already blue. As the blades turned, the string got tighter until it was like a guitar string.
Suddenly Dylan found himself slowly being dragged towards the spinning knife-like blades of the fan. It would be a long and drawn out death, but nonetheless a gruesome one. With every passing second, he moved closer and closer towards the fan. He spoke no words now, knowing he was doomed and wanting to give her no satisfaction. He looked up at her, hoping to have at least taken some of the pleasure away.
She smiled down at him once more. And with no further exchanges needed, she made her way out of the room. Dylan watched, his eyes bulging in horror, as the cause of his inevitable death and only potential saviour unlocked the door. She heaved it open and slipped past it without even looking back to admire her work.
The silence following the loud crash of the door slamming was deafening to Dylan, it symbolised the emptiness that was about to come. He’d be at peace at least. He looked back towards the sharp, spinning blades as he was dragged closer and closer to them. He was about to be ripped to shreds, beginning at his testicles. Peace may come soon, but first he had what no man would ever wish on another to look forward to. The only problem being, that his captor had been no man.
