Connie Reborsky strained her neck to look out of the tiny barred skylight of her cell. Her piercing pupils stared up into the sky transfixed on a silver scar across the black night. The inquisitor had shown true insight earlier pointing it out to her describing it as a tear in the blanket of the heavens through which she had fallen. He had also mentioned with a sickening glee that each evening it was getting shorter and shorter till soon it would be gone forever.
"We're not getting back are we captain?" Asked Kitty almost as a matter of fact statement rather than question; and she too peered out of the skylight at the distant route back home.
Connie felt her heart sink as she gave a dry gulp.
"Even if we get out of here, how could we possibly take off again?"
Kitty clutched to straws.
"A rescue party might…" Then she stopped; knowing that that was even more unlikely than taking off again.
The women astronauts had been in the cell for what seemed like an eternity; but was probably no longer than a full day. The inquisitor had satisfied his mind and also his body that they were not witches and now he'd tasked himself with getting the two women to accept their fate.
As they'd looked skyward that evening the inquisitor had bid them a goodnight.
"The sooner you realise there is no escape the easier it will be for you to adjust." He had sneered
"Adjust." Kitty said softly her hourglass figure glowing in the torch light.
The inquisitor had given a beaked smile of wickedness.
"My Lord," he said proudly," is the finest breeder of his generation. It may take you some time to adjust to his carnal requirements."
That last taunting sentence had been almost a day ago and in that time the women had remained in their cell unable or un willing to contemplate escape. Kitty sat in a tiny cloth smock long legs together her heaving chest barely contain in the linen. Her hair was now a bedraggled cascading mix of blonde and dirty roots her blue eyes in dark tired eye sockets. The Gronk rape had been obscene, but both the lieutenant and Connie felt their faces blush as they remembers the pods exploding and their bodies betraying them.
The Captain also glowed with the same bronzed oiled look. Her brunette hair short and curled her fabulous eyes deep in thought. She remembered the past few days of interrogation. The inquisitor had taken great delight in finding out she was married. "Had been married," as he had sarcastically corrected.
"You'll find your new husband a most impressive replacement." He had added.
She was an experienced pilot and officer knowing death was always only a mistake away. But this wasn't death only a living hell. The crew had talk about suicide before crashing and there were many ways to make it happen, but she knew she wouldn't; there was always a chance.
Finally they heard footsteps and the clatter of beaks; Gronks talking in their own tongue.
Both women moved together as the cell door opened.
The women yelped in surprise as guards burst violently; dragging them back into the flame lit torture dungeon.
The inquisitor was there hand on his beaked chin in thought.
Reborsky was frog marched towards him arms pulled behind her back, chests thrust out, chin up in defiance.
"You are the stronger one." He said looking at Connie's icy stare. Then he turned to Kitty her mouth trembling. "But you my beauty seem ready to accept."
Kitty shook her head and snarled back desperately. "Never you bastard."
The inquisitor shrugged a knowing shrug
"We'll see."
He pointed to a deep slit trench in the stone floor. It was about 15 foot long and 5 foot wide. Its walls were greased black, slime dripping from the stone and as the edged closer they could see it went maybe twenty feet down into a glistening blackness.
At that moment there was a flurry of action as guard snapped to attention
The Gronk Lord had entered!
Up close his black armoured skin crackled with each movement his deep red eyes looking lustful and triumphant. His massive hips and thighs hid under a roman centurion like leather armour skirt. He looked at his new mistresses in satisfaction the inquisitor rubbing his hands together like a hopeful salesman.
"They have passed the trials?" He growled in question, the inquisitor nodding in satisfaction.
He looked again at the two women.
"They have such beauty yet so different from our race." He added. Then in his ancient English he spoke to them.
"Kneel before me my concubines."
The women looked at each other and he bellowed the order again.
"Kneel!"
Kitty dropped first then as the lord glared at Connie she too dropped to her knees.
The magnificent Lord stood legs apart his leather skirt twitching then slowly parting as his erection grew.
"By the moons of my ancestors these creatures stir my loins!"
Connie's eyes widened as she looked at the emerging penis head then up to the massive Gronks face. His banana shaped pale cock curved upwards, its head slightly bulbous a deep hole at its tip. It was maybe 8 or 9 inches long parting the leather strips rising up in front of the kneeling women's faces.
Suddenly it twitched and Kitty screamed. Connie bit her hand seeing the cock curl and sniff like a maggot. Instantly both women understood and they gripped each other was a gasp as slowly rising from under the darkness of his skirt was a new bigger monster.
"Oh Jesus it's only his seeding cock!" Cried kitty, Connie unable to speak her sexy mouth open in shock as she realise this twisted fat maggot was riding piggyback on his noble breeders main erection.
This would be a mere finger size on the other Gronks not a man size tool.
"Am I not impressive?" He laughed his massive prime erection rising up like a flag pole. "Much more impressive than your husband I think." he added in noble arrogance.
The women began to cough in disbelief. The cock was a dark oily night time blue the size of a mans forearm its head like a mans fist. Connie could see the finger wide spunk hole the skin drawing back to pull the tulip like head tight the whole cocks length maybe an impossible 17 or 18 inches
The lord gripped the huge shaft pointing it straight at the kneeling women his smaller human size cock wriggling above sniffing the sent of the two females. The humid air of the dungeon had a feint musky smell of manhood and the women's minds threatened to slip into a feint.
"Service your lord." He commanded
Both women shook their heads cowering back lips quivering. The inquisitor gave a apologetic bow explaining to the lord they were still undecided. He in turn gripped his rampant member in frustration
"Explain they have no choice." He ordered.
"I'd rather die than touch your fucking cock!" Snarled Connie. Kitty nodded in agreement but with fear in her eyes.
The inquisitor took a torch and lit oil laps on the side of the dark pit.
"Maybe." He snarled. "But dying is nothing compared to the pit." He added illuminating the trench.
Connie was pulled to her feet and dragged to the edge by the Gronk guards their powerful arms almost lifting her.
"Spend some time in the company of the pit and then decide." The lord laughed.
Kitty put her hand to her mouth Connie looking away in disgust. The bottom of the pit was a writhing mass of fat snakes like limbs. It was one bulbous long creature with countless tentacles of different sizes. The tips were of each tentacle were dripping penile heads. The whole beast no more than a mass of limbs twisting and writhing no mouth, eyes or features just tentacle after tentacle.
Kitty began to shudder still on her knees bay watch breast heaving as she hyperventilated.
"Oh Jesus no please don't." She screamed as she looked over to Connie teetering on the edge herself also now panting in terror.
The inquisitor bent down to Kitty's ear to explain.
"The pit creature's ejaculations and the writhing of its limbs would feed and exercise her for many months as it slowly raped her to death. Pain and pleasure in one continuous dance"
"NO Please! No don't push her in. I'll do it. I'LL DO IT!"
Kitty crawled forward her head raised up looking into the eyes of the Gronk lord.