Caitlyn's Futa Obsession

Bel'Veth

The ground slammed against her face. Pain coursed through her skull. Groaning, she fell onto her side, holding her head. The grass was soft. How cruel for something so comfortable to cover something so hard. She hurt all over. Every muscle burned, complaining endlessly. Nowhere more than her groin. If she'd been told her ass and pussy had combined into one, she would have believed it. They ached as one. Burned as one. Complained as one. She felt hollow and oh god, it made her so unbelievably horny. Why? What about being used like a fuck doll excited her so much? There was no love. No compassion. No tenderness. She'd been treated like a piece of meat. Consumed and enjoyed thoroughly only to be forgotten about in the next breath. And it had her touching herself, outside, in a stranger's backyard.

The back door approached. Was she walking? When had she done that? When had she gotten up? Wasn't she just touching herself? She stepped inside. Soft carpet cushioned her feet. Crisp air conditioning soothed her searing muscles. A new woman stood behind the couch, eyeing her like a piece of meat. Caitlyn could've fucked her right then, no questions only... Was she a woman? Was she even human? She looked at it. But she also didn't. She had the face and figure of a woman. But she also had... armour? Horns? Huge, spiky protrusions jutted out where shoulders ought to be. What looked like teeth nestled her hips. Large and jagged, like a cougar's. Was her chest a mouth? Caitlyn had to be seeing things. Eyes stared at her. Four purple eyes on her torso blinked. Two, thick, purple tentacles hung where arms ought to be. They swished back and forth, like tails. Yet, she had a human face. One that smirked.

"My, haven't they done a number on you? You can barely stand. Impressive work, for humans."

Caitlyn tried to talk but only muttered.

The woman laughed. "Mercy? Is that the way of it? Shake your head and I'll leave."

No! She couldn't leave! In her panic, Caitlyn almost shook her head but caught herself. She nodded vigorously.

The woman rounded the couch. In place of legs she had... she had... nothing. She seemed to float just above the ground. A cloak of lichen covered the place where the legs should be. She glided as if on ice. "Excellent. I am Bel'Veth. If you regain speech, you shall refer to me as Goddess and only goddess. Is that understood, whore?"

Caitlyn nodded.

Bel'Veth's tentacles raised and poised like vipers ready to strike. "Let's see how long you can stand for, shall we?" The left tentacle became a blur.

It burst into her ass. A wailing moan escaped Cailtyn's lips. Her thighs turned to putty. Her knees knocked. Her mind spun. Yet, she did not fall.

Bel'Veth moaned a soft, husky moan. "Very impressive~" The tentacle pumped slow and steady.

A bulge appeared and disappeared in Caitlyn's stomach. Her hands reached for something steady and found only air. They floundered in their desperate search. Moan after moan left Caitlyn's mouth, long and wavering.

"Squat, whore. Don't kneel, squat. Keep those feet flat."

She couldn't do it. No way. She'd fall. But her goddess commanded her to do it. Her legs trembled to no end as she bent her knees and lowered her ass to her ankles. Her ass opened even wider, inviting Bel'Veth deeper. She accepted at once. Caitlyn screamed. Tears streamed down her cheeks. Her hand rubbed her pussy in a maddened frenzy.

"Fucking hell... Where did she find you? Open your mouth, whore."

She needed to speak. Commands must be answered with words. Deep down, she mustered all her strength. "Y- Yes Goddess," she whispered. She opened her mouth as wide as it would go.

Bel'Veth's right tentacle twitched and she did little more than stare at her. "I'm going to fucking ruin you," she whispered.

"Please, Goddess."