The time had dawned; the ceremony was about to begin.
Phoenix had been given a brief, merciful break from his milking torment for a few hours. But it was only to make sure he was refreshed for Bloodthorn's "Master". He was trembling with horror as his imagination ran wild with what this thing could be. He continued to silently prey for a last-minute rescue, but his hopes were melting away. Soon enough, Veronica and Julianna arrived to collect him.
"Don't be scared, Stranger. It is a blessing to be offered to the Master" Julianna attempted to comfort.
Phoenix gulped.
"In my experience with cults that's n-not e-exactly true..."
They both ignored Phoenix's reasoning and dragged him out of his cell. He was still completely nude as they brought him to those large oak doors that led him into this mess. He feared what on Earth (or beyond it) was behind those doors, especially after hearing the growls it made.
They entered through the doors and into the ceremony room. It looked ancient, even older than the castle itself. It was a circular room carved out from stone. Candles flickered from indents around the room. But most importantly, was the pit in the centre of it all. A thin, iron clad cage hung above it. Bloodthorn was standing by it, wearing the same dominatrix outfit and same haunting smile.
"Hurry up, girls. We don't want to keep the master waiting."
They brought Phoenix to the cage, throwing him inside. It was a tight cage, only giving room for Phoenix to stand. They chained his wrist and ankles, spreading them apart. Phoenix became even more worried as he realised the cage was missing a front. His breath grew rapid as Bloodthorn came before him.
"Such a delicious treat" she purred, once again fondling his testicles.
"Please, do your best to please the Master as they demand."
Phoenix's heart almost stopped as he suddenly felt the cage shake as he was slowly lowered into the pit. His face grew alert with panic as he slowly descended.
"W-w-wait! C-can't I say some last w-word?! Or even have a last meal?! I would've loved a peach p-pie! That could buy me some time-I mean! Oooh, lords!"
It was too late. Phoenix was brought down into the pit. What waited below was a large chasm, illuminated by fiery magma rocks. It was warm, Phoenix was beginning to sweat from more than just terror.
Suddenly, from the darkness, the creature rose; Bloodthorn's Master. A ginormous creature, so large the Elf could barely see its whole body. Its skin was textured like rubber, its skin a bottle green colour. A singular, blood red eye, as large as a satellite dish, narrowed its eye at its prey. But its most prominent feature was its thick, slithering tentacles that were making its way towards its new plaything.
"U-UH! HELLO THERE! NICE TO MEET YOU, OL' CHAP!" Phoenix nervously yelled, putting on a panicked friendly manner.
The Master squinted at him with curiosity. Its tentacles still slowly advancing on him.
"L-LOOK HERE, UH...I-I'M SURE I LOOK LIKE A FINE PLAYTHING TO YOU B-BUT PERHAPS I'M NOT Q-QUITE WORTH THE EFFORT, YOU KNOW? MAYBE YOU COULD LET ME GO AND- "
He suddenly shrieked. A wet, slithery tentacle wrapped around his right leg. It was slimy and as thick as rope. It grabbed him tightly.
"P-please..." he whimpered.
Useless. Another tentacle wrapped around his other leg and two more took his arms. It effortlessly broke him out of his cage, cuffs still on him, as it lifted him high in the air. It brought Phoenix close to its eye for a closer examination.
"No, no! Please, wait!"
Without warning, two other tendrils snaked up towards his breast. They both had a hole at the tip, small mouths with small teeth. They clamped onto his nipples, biting down hard. He screamed as they pulled and tugged at his fat tits. He whined in pain, but arousing pain none-the-less. His dick was shamefully growing erect.
"No...Don't look at that..." he quietly begged.
His pleas meant nothing to the Master. A small tendril grabbed his cock, squeezing it tightly, almost to the point of blocking his blood flow. It started milking him, which only made him harder. Another wrapped itself around his balls, the sliminess of the tentacles making his balls wet and smooth. He shrieked in pain.
"Oh gods...No...This is too rough!" he protested in arousal.
But looking at the creature's eye, it looked at him tauntingly. Phoenix could almost swear it was chuckling at him.
He suddenly felt it. A large, thick tendril had forced its way into his ass. It was so large, it almost impaled him. His teeth were clenched, his eyes watered. He was struggling to endure this harsh penetration.
Once it was fully inside him, the tendril around his cock removed itself. It was replaced by another tendril, this one with an open tip that was dripping in slime. It slipped itself onto his hard cock. The inside of it, suckled at his cock on all areas. There were a dozen little suckers surrounding it, sucking him on every inch of it.
The elf moaned helplessly, feeling despair at the thought of this being his new eternity. Endlessly tormented sexually by this disgusting yet conniving beast. A beast which had no desire for people other than pleasure. A desire so strong, cults were built around serving it. Between the forced penetration and the forced milking, Phoenix was sure he wouldn't last much longer.
