You don't know how long its been since that horrible succubus brought you back to her realm. It may have been days, weeks. Even months. There's no sun here. It's horribly dark save for the glow of their eyes and the torches strewn about the walls. There's no way to tell the time.
There's no need to, either. The only moments you're awake, you're made to worship your equine master for every agonizing moment. Your energy is drained alongside your cum in a flurry of passionate, albeit one-sided sex, your equine master feeding off your lust and humiliation in equal amounts.
On some occasions, she lets you out for a walk, forcing you to crawl about on a leash, never giving you the dignity of riding her. You can see that she's made quite a trend in her perverted community. Many of the other succubi and incubi here have changed their form into some kind of barn animal, just to humiliate their own pets even further. To your left, you see some poor man twitching on the floor, a succubus sheep sitting on his face, letting out lewd baas of bloss. To your right, and incubus horse is happily trotting along, his cock buried in some poor woman he has tied up under his belly. Be it the form of a horse, pig, or even elephant, there isn't a moment that passes by in this wretched place that something depraved isn't happening to some poor human like yourself.
You try to hold out hope that someday you might be able to escape, but you can tell that most of the people here have been around for far longer than you have. Many of them mindlessly follow their masters, their eyes glazed over. Completely broken and defeated. You'll probably turn into them someday, once the succubus crushes what's left of your will under her hooves.
Or more accurately, under her ass. It's where you spent most of your time conscious--and unconscious as well. Wrists tied up in that accursed bed, you're forced to watch, enraptured, as she puts on a show for you. The bed creaks under her massive weight as she jiggles her booty above your face, taunting you with its inevitable descent.
You can only watch, unable to pull your eyes away. You let out pathetic little whimpers and moans as she bends down, sucking on your cock as if it were the most delicious thing in the world. Her giant, slimy tongue has more than enough experience to coax orgasm after orgasm from you in a matter of minutes, draining your balls of your seed again and again, giving you no time to recover before you become hard all over again.
Your body convulses as she draws another unwanted surge of bliss out of you, but nothing comes out this time. She's completely drained you.
You're completely coated in sweat, while the mare above you looks none the worse for wear. Her body remains pristine, no matter what she does.
"Spent already?" She asks, turning around to give you a smug look. A dribble of your cum leaks from her cheek, which she greedily licks up.
"Time for your meal, then~."
You can barely see her from the corner of your eye, too entranced from her ass to get a good look at her face. You wince as feminine juices start to drip onto your unguarded face. She's finished draining you. You know what's about to come next.
"Please," you gasp. "Mercy...please..."
"Sorry, pet. I didn't quite catch that. Could you speak up?"
Tou try, but before you can get a word out, your face is smothered between her cheeks.
Your mistress revels in your sad, pathetic twitches underneath her gigantic form. As you wallow and whimper under her superior girth, she casually lies down. The only sign of your existence to someone looking on from a distance would be your flailing, clenching hands, grabbing on to an insurmountable and uncaring mountain of horse.
The unnaturally soft mattress below you is the only thing that stops you from being crushed, but you're still barely able to breathe like this. What little air you have is tainted with the scent of her bottomless lust, making you hard despite your disgust. Unlike before, there's no horse tongue to relieve you now. The only nourishment you have left to offer for the moment is your humiliation, and she'll make sure to bring every juicy drop out of you before you pass out.
While you suffer under her weight, the succubus casually snacks on a fresh bunch of grapes. They don't provide any sustenance for her, but she takes great pleasure in denying you any food that doesn't come from her dripping marehood.
You've proven to be quite resilient, much to her delight. But she'll have you learn your place eventually. She'll learn everything about you. Her tongue will taste every part of your vulnerable body. She'll learn exactly what makes you squirm the most, even if it takes her years.
She had all the time in the world to break you in now, after all.
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