She had the biggest pair of tits SGT Stewart Peter Bate had ever seen in the flesh. It was unfortunate he was a POW and she his captor.
"Name: Frank Meyer. Rank: Sergeant. Serial Number: 531-07-0374. Date of Birth: April 28th, 1990. This is all the information I am permitted to give you. I demand to be afforded the rights of a POW as per the Geneva Convention."
The woman with the massive mammaries looked at him and laughed.
Woman
wasn't really the right word. She wasn't human. Oh, she had plenty that looked human, in particular that eye-catching bust of hers, but she also had milky-white eyes with no iris or pupil, a pair of horns curling down behind her ears, a black devil's tail with a spade tip, and a pair of vestigial bat wings emerging from her back that looked far too small to enable her to fly. She wore an outfit that resembled a complex cat's cradle of black ribbons and was little more than lingerie. It looked like something a street hooker would wear underneath a fake fur coat. On someone else, in other circumstances, it might have turned Bate on.
Not now. Not like this. Currently he was imprisoned in a small square room with padded black walls. He was naked and slouched on a couch that felt like leather but softer and squishier. His wrists and ankles were bound with straps of the same material.
"Name: Frank Meyer. Rank: Sergeant. Serial Number: 531-07-0374. Date of Birth: April 28th, 1990. This is all the information I am permitted to give you. I demand to be afforded the rights of a POW as per the Geneva Convention," he repeated.
"Why does he keep saying that?" another voice asked.
The tall, busty devil woman was followed into the room by a smaller, slender young women with the figure of a waif. She wasn't human either. Her bright red skin gave that away long before getting to her other devilish features.
The scarlet imp looked familiar. She was the one responsible for Bate's capture. He remembered her gloating smile as she'd got close enough to prick him with her trident. The pointed tines hadn't penetrated deep, just enough to break his skin and get the drugs on their tips into his bloodstream.
Bate's explo party had been ambushed by hindigs. Hard to believe what had looked like a bunch of schoolgirls in red paint had been able to take the squad down with such ease. Everything had gone black the moment she'd stuck her trident in him and then he'd woken up here. He wondered what had happened to the rest of his squad.
"It's human foolishness," the busty she-devil said.
"Name: Frank Meyer. Rank: Sergeant. Serial Number: 531-07-0374. Date of Birth: April 28th, 1990. This is all the information I am permitted to give you. I demand to be afforded the rights of a POW as per the Geneva Convention," Bate said mulishly.
"Do you think we follow human rules and laws," the scarlet imp said. "They have no meaning here."
"Are you scared we might torture you?" the busty she-devil asked.
Bate stared sullenly at the floor and said nothing.
"It's not what I'm here for," she said.
"Or me," the scarlet imp chirped.
The busty she-devil nudged Bate's knees apart and went down on her knees between his legs. She swept her long wavy black hair behind her shoulders and undid her complicated bra.
"Like what you see?" she asked Bate as the shiny pink curves of her boobs fell free.
Bate did, if he was forced to be honest. They looked human enough, being a luscious flesh-tone pink in color with slightly darker nipples. Despite being enormous, there was no sag to them.
"They feel as nice as they look," the busty she-devil said and demonstrated this by flopping them down into his lap.
And Bate couldn't deny they did indeed feel as nice as they looked. His cock was buried beneath soft, silky-smooth boobs. She moved her upper body in a circle, rubbing her tits against his cock. This triggered a pleasant feeling in his crotch and his cock started to stiffen. As it hardened, his erection pushed against the pliant surface of her tits.
Bate watched her slutty display and wondered what they thought they were trying to achieve.
"This isn't going to work," he said. "You're not going to get anything out of me."
The she-devil put a hand around his cock and started to lazily pump it up and down.
"We'll see," she said.
She lifted a boob up and rested it on the swollen head of Bate's erection.
"She's going to get plenty out of you," the scarlet imp said. "She's going to get it all."
The busty she-devil wrapped two hands around his cock and pumped, stroked and twisted.
"She can use all her hooker's tricks on me," Bate said. "I'm not giving you anything more than my name, rank and serial number."
Bate was actually quite hoping she'd use more of those hooker's tricks on him. He wasn't going to tell them anything, but he'd enjoy whatever she did try to get him to talk.
The scarlet imp lay on the couch at right angles to Bate and rested her chin on her folded arms.
"Once Poripapilla has her soft tits wrapped round your cock you'll tell her anything she wants. But, to tell the truth, it doesn't really interest us."
Poripapilla wrapped her warm breasts around his cock and plumped them up against him like soft pillows. She let out a series of sultry oohs and aahs as if this was a performance in a porn movie. Her fingers dimpled the smooth skin of her breasts as she rubbed them up and down Bate's erection. She really had a monster rack. Bate was no slouch in the trouser department, but when she plumped her tits together, the marshmallow-soft flesh swallowed up his ten inches in their entirety.
"Poripapilla is here to milk you," the scarlet imp said.
Bate felt the pleasurable friction as her boobs rubbed against him. It was easy to work out what they meant by milk him. She was going to keep titty-fucking him until he came. What he couldn't understand was why they thought this was a big deal.
Poripapilla pouted her lips at him like an irresistibly slutty porn star. She smooshed her tits up against his cock. The soft flesh and smooth skin packed up close to his manhood and made it feel like he was moving back and forth inside a warm tight pussy. Bate felt a tickly stirring sensation in his balls. A few minutes of this and she was going to make him come.
Bate was okay with this turn of events.
Was this some weird cultural misunderstanding between humans and the hindigs of H-space? Did they think this was a bad thing, that they were torturing him? It felt like a cultural misunderstanding. Maybe being jerked off and made to come by your enemy had some special significance—a source of shame, an admission of surrender—he didn't understand.
Bate wondered what he should do. Should he play along, beg her to stop torturing him with her luscious big fluffy tits? He didn't want to risk overselling it and tipping them off that humans didn't think big bouncy titwanks were that bad of a thing.
Poripapilla plumped her tits together a little more forcefully—a little tighter—than before and Bate's cock gave a little twitch. Not an ejaculation, but a warning one was on the way.
Poripapilla's eyes brightened. She stopped fluffing her tits up against Bate's cock.
"Ooh," she said. "I feel wetness. He's leaking pre-cum."
"Can I tell him?" the scarlet imp asked.
"Oh yes," Poripapilla said. "I adore it when they try to hold back."
"Poripapilla is a Paizu Succubus," the scarlet imp said to Bate. "Succubi drain men's essence with sex. Paizu succubi specialize in using their tits. They wrap those big soft boobs around a man's prick and soak up all his life and energy like a sponge."
"Don't make us sound so unpleasant," Poripapilla said. "We're nice succubi. We always give our lovers a chance."
"She needs you to come," the scarlet imp said. "Your semen is the trigger her body needs to absorb your prick. Then, once she's absorbed you, those big boobs will pump out all the life in your body."
"You make it sound so icky," Poripapilla complained.
She placed one arm across her boobs, holding them in place like a bar while she bounced them up and down in his lap. Her other hand reached under and tickled the underside of his nutsack.
"Think of it as two lovers becoming one in an act of sensual union," she said.
"You're not my lover," Bate retorted. "Whatever is happening here has nothing to do with love."
