Vile Love (Normal)
 
 
Sarah Miller stared down at the paper in her hand.
 
 
It was a genealogy one, the sort that discovered all sorts of things about your ancestry.
 
 
In front of her were her parents, only one of whom she looked like. And next to her was her wife.
 
 
“Honey,” the thin and tall pretty black woman that Sarah had fallen in love with consoled her, putting a hand on her shoulder, “You should just forget this.”
 
 
Yet it had been her who had encouraged Sarah to get this test done.
 
 
Ever since Sarah could remember, people walked on eggshells around her parentage. Ever since she could remember, she had wanted to know why.
 
 
At 5 feet of length and 5 inches high, she was about as tall as her mom. She had a pretty nose, her wide cheeks and even her blond hair. But that was all she had.
 
 
Her skin was an almost red shade of pink, far too crimson to be natural on a human being. She had small horns growing on her head and her eye pupils were purple snake slits. Thankfully, her sclera was white, Sarah would not have been able to look herself in the mirror if it wasn’t, but her feet only had three toes. As if it were a cross between an actual foot and a hoove.
 
 
Sarah's tits were also incredibly large, putting her mother’s, and most women’s, to shame. As big as her own head while seeming incapable of drooping despite their weight. Her hips and ass were also big and wide, but this at least was something her mother also had.
 
 
In contrast, her father had dark hair, he was three inches taller than her, a healthy tan skin, brown eyes and facial characteristics that Sarah had sadly not been born with. And he fully treated her as his daughter. He had never acted as if she weren’t, despite the obvious. This was why she had never done this before.
 
 
Because it felt like a betrayal of sorts.
 
 
But now she had, and the answer closed all other doors.
 
 
“How?” Sarah asked her concerned parents as she pointed down at the document, “Why?”
 
 
Not only did it confirm her demonic heritage, albeit signaling an incapability to give a definitive percentage, but it also pointed at the lineage:
 
 
Hecuba.
 
 
Of all the otherworldly bloodlines in the world, ever since transdimensional travelers started making it into the earth, a few stuck around and became an almost literal part of the human genome. There were people starting to question if humanity would even remain human after all was said and done.
 
 
But what could they do? They couldn’t just start killing people due to being from other worlds.
 
 
Though in the case of demons, maybe they should have.
 
 
As ancient and countless as the Hecuba were in their native hellish homes, there was precisely one family of their lineage on earth. That was the good news
 
 
The bad news is that it was composed of the titular Hecuba, ex-Demon Lordess now full-time CEO of Grand Works, and the family she had generated here on earth. Grand Works was one hundred years old now, and had been established as a media company. And to be fair to it, it still was.
 
 
Its scope just simply allowed it to reach into politics.
 
 
Its scandals were endless, as well as its seeming supernatural ability to be untouched by them. From simple bribes to violence. From rape to, some whispered…murder.
 
 
And her mother used to work for them.
 
 
“I caught Hecuba’s eye one day while I was in the office,” her mother said after a long silence, “She wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer.”
 
 
“She had you raped?” Sarah growled.
 
 
“She raped me,” her mother choked, “Her and her daughters. You…don’t understand. They are more than just women.”
 
 
Her mother started crying then, and Sarah had to stop her questions short.
 
 
There was still anger in her heart and there were still questions.
 
 
But they were questions that her “true daddy” would answer for her.
 
 
“What can we do for you miss?” A secretary with purple skin and long horns asked as Sarah marched to the headquarters of Grand Works that same week. She had told her wife what she was going to do, and had set things so that the police would be investigating things the second she disappeared. Jenny, her wife, had tried to dissuade her, but Sarah would not listen to her.
 
 
She would have her pound of flesh!
 
 
“Hecuba’s my dear father,” Sarah sweetly said as she put the proof in the table, “And if she doesn’t want how and why that is to leak out to her competitors, she’s going to stop whatever she is doing right now to talk to me about it.”
 
 
The secretary, who had black sclera but normal pupils, took one look at her and her documents. Then she simultaneously reached for her phone and underneath her desk.
 
 
Immediately someone picked up on the secretary’s end.
 
 
“Ma’am?” the secretary talked into her phone, “You’ve got a family visit.”
 
 
Sarah could not make out what was said on the other end, but the almost certain demonic-blooded secretary gravely nodded, “I understand, I’ll send her up right away.”
 
 
Sarah felt the secretary “click” something underneath the desk and immediately an elevator opened up on what had appeared to be a featureless wall.
 
 
“That way ma’am,” the secretary gestured at it, “The CEO is waiting for you.”
 
 
“Wait, really?” Sarah blinked. She had expected to be stonewalled and misled. She had even expected to be kicked out. This was supposed to be the first of many steps that she’d take to bring her “daddy” to task.
 
 
She hadn’t actually expected to meet the CEO of a media giant, allegation or not.
 
 
“Is that a problem?” the secretary asked, “I am sure I can schedule you in for another day.”
 
 
“No, no, this is fine,” Sarah breathed deeply. So what if she got to talk to her real father? She’d make her demands. Same as she had planned.
 
 
She took her documents off the table and walked inside the hidden lift.
 
 
“I hope you enjoy the visit,” the secretary honestly told her before she pushed a trigger underneath her desk and the elevator closed.
 
 
And took her up.
 
 
And up.
 
 
Sarah watched as the entire city disappeared beneath her as she was taken to the end of the roof. As she seemed to appear to be taken off the world.
 
 
Miss Hecuba, because she hadn’t married in years, was something of a success story. One draped in mystery and the profane. One that many people could no longer do without.
 
 
It was not for nothing that her popular moniker was now “Queen Hecuba”.
 
 
The elevator pinged once it reached the top.
 
 
Sarah took a deep breath and walked right into her “father’s” office.
 
 
Her “father”, Hecuba, was waiting for her.
 
 
The whole room was palatial, with red drapes, red walls and white tiles. Candles, not light bulbs, provided light. But they left no smoke and seemed to burn without any clear source of fuel. Or, for that matter, without any smell.
 
 
Rich leather furniture was everywhere, with silver and gold trimmings covering everything. But the centerpiece was were her sire sat. It was a huge mahogany table were a monitor and keyboard sat. There documents and papers neatly arranged on the table, along with a couple of different “family” photos.
 
 
And sat behind it was the most striking woman Sarah had ever met.
 
 
“Why, you are positively beautiful my dear!” the woman who raped her mother said as she got off her seat. The ceiling of this high-rise office had seemed a bit indulgent to Sarah at first, but with the woman before her standing up to her full height, it turned out to be a necessity.
 
 
Hecuba was 8 and a half feet tall. Sarah had known this going in, but the reality of it was so much more. Her skin was red blood, and her horns curled up above her blue hair. Her sclera were light-swallowing black and her pupils were a glowing purple that came out from sleek slits. Her cheeks were high, her lips were huge. Her nose was sharp and her teeth, because she was smiling at her, were sharp.
 
 
But that was not all, because Sarah’s “father” was alo a VERY beautiful woman.
 
 
But…no.
 
 
Beauty was something one enjoyed.
 
 
Hecuba aroused lust.
 
 
Her tits were as big as both of Sarah’s put together. Each of her ass cheeks was the size of Sarah’s head, and her hips were wide enough to put the rear end of a truck to shame.
 
 
Her waist was slim, maybe as slim as Sarah’s despite her size, making her have a rather supernatural hourglass figure. But her arms and legs were lithe as they settled on carefully manicured fingers and groomed hooves.
 
 
And she was dressed in a suit and skirt.
 
 
It was with a certain amount of disgust that Sarah realized that she was attracted to the woman who had sired her.
 
 
“Let me have a look at you!” Hecuba squealed as she walked over her, her hips swaying ridiculously side to side, letting Sarah spot a triangular-headed tail swaying from her ass!
 
 
“Oh, yes, you certainly have old missi’s face,” Hecuba thrilled as she studied her daughter. For all that she affected a paternal tone, her eyes were horrifyingly hungry as she did so, “Yes, I remember those times well.”
 
 
“S-so you admit it?” Sarah gasped, fumbling for the record inside her clothes, turning it on, “You raped my mom?”
 
 
“Only the first few times my dear,” Hecuba shrugged her shoulders as if it weren’t a big deal, “I let her go…eventually.”
 
 
“And I even gave her a generous severance package because she wanted to leave so bad,” the elder demon woman proudly said, “As well as an offer to come back to me, if she ever missed our time.”
 
 
“Y-you,” Sarah’s fists shook with rage.
 
 
“Pity she never did, otherwise you’d have some siblings by now,” Hecuba observed as she walked around her, making Sarah more and more angry by the second, “But creating you was enough.”
 
 
“So I think I’ll forgive her.”
 
 
“You, forgive HER?” Sarah sputtered, “You vile demoness, you raped her!”
 
 
“I made her like it,” Hecuba proudly said.
 
 
Then she stopped and looked closer at Sarah.
 
 
“You are going to regret this,” Sarah promised her, but her sire was looking her up and down at again.
 
 
Sarah hated how much that aroused her.
 
 
“Yes, yes, revenge,” Hecuba waved the matter away as if it didn’t matter, “Hmm, I don’t think you are my daughter after all.”
 
 
“What?” Sarah gasped, “I have blood tests that prove I am!”
 
 
“You are part of my lineage, that’s true enough,” Hecuba allowed, “But you are, at best, quarter demon.”
 
 
“What do you think Siesa? You might have gotten lucky,” Hecuba asked to the side.
 
 
“That missy sure was tight,” A woman thing with no cheeks to cover her full row of sharp teeth and closed eyes said from the corner of the wall the elevator was attached to. She was big, though not as bit as her mother, and she was weirldy attractive despite her scales, spines and mouth. She was also dressed in a suit.
 
 
With a gun holstered at her side.
 
 
“Though she smells a bit like Petra, so I might be not so lucky after all,” the female allowed as she sniffed the air.
 
 
Was she blind?
 
 
“Either way, you are not my daughter,” Hecuba said as she looked down on Sarah, “You are my granddaughter!”
 
 
Sarah gaped as the progenitor of her demonic line opened her arms and gestured Sarah to join her on a hug.
 
 
“Is this a game to you?” Sarah shouted as she point at her face.
 
 
Hecuba’s smile never left her even as Sarah’s finger pocked her nose, “I was going to ask for reparations or, at least an explanation.”
 
 
“But not anymore,” Sarah glared daggers at her “grandmother”, “Now I am going to ruin you.”
 
 
Queen Hecuba took one look at her and cover her mouth with dainty hand as she…laughed.
 
 
And laughed.
 
 
And laughed.
 
 
“Stop laughing!” Sarah shouted.
 
 
“I mean no offense deary,” Hecuba calmed down, wiping a gold tear coming out of her eye, “It’s just that…I was going to say the same thing!”
 
 
“25 years and no calls?” Hecuba clicked her tongue, “I was beginning to think your mother forgot about me.”
 
 
“But then…she made you,” Hecuba sighed with happiness as her hand extended and grabbed Sarah’s chin.
 
 
Sarah slapped it away.
 
 
“Oh, you truly are one of my line,” the demoness didn’t seem at all offended.
 
 
“You are vile,” Sarah spat.
 
 
“And you are your mother’s daughter,” Hecuba replied as she grabbed a hold of her shoulder.
 
 
And then pulled her in against her.
 
 
This close, Sarah could feel the heat radiating out of her grandsire.
 
 
As well as a bewitching scent. She smelled…odd, as if she were flower giving off a scent meant only to attract insects. Except those insects included Sarah and so she was struggling not to be turned on.
 
 
Her grandmother was so soft.
 
 
“See?” Hecuba said as Sarah realized she had been spacing out, “See? The same dumb expression as those naughty nymphomanic bitches who tried to hide what they are.”
 
 
“Let go of me!” Sarah growled as she tried to shake the hands of her grandmother off. But it resulted in less than nothing.
 
 
Sarah’s head, after all, barely reached the bottom of Hecuba’s tits.
 
 
“You wanna be part of the family?” her grandmother asked her instead, showing her how empty her wedding finger was, “Officially I mean. As the next Mrs. Hecuba.”
 
 
“Always wanted to do that with one of my descendants.”
 
 
That was the point where Sarah should be have started fighting or calling the authorities. Things had gone off the rails so hard that she should have started working off the “worst case” plans that she had.
 
 
“I-I already have a wife!” she, however, stuttered instead.
 
 
Something about her grandmother, something about this whole thing, was hitting her in the gut like a train.
 
 
And yet…it hit her in a way that just felt impossible, disgustingly, improperly right.
 
 
What was wrong with her?
 
 
“We’ll get her another wife,” Hecuba quickly replied. Then she paused and contemplated the situation, “But, hmm, if it’s someone pretty enough to catch your eye, there is no reason why she can’t join us.”
 
 
“NO!” Sarah shouted as she managed to slip out of her grandmother’s grasp, “Get away from me.”
 
 
“That’s a “no” then?” Hecuba quirked an eyebrow.
 
 
“HELP!” Sarah shouted as she turned around to run to the elevator. She really should have listen to her parents and wife after all, “HELP!”
 
 
But she wasn’t moving.
 
 
Her grandmother’s hand was locked around one of her hands.
 
 
“Oh honey,” Hecuba happily sighed as she forcefully dragged her back, “Don’t you understand?”
 
 
“You are already mine.”
 
 
Sarah found her breath being taken away.
 
 
Her grandmother was leaning down, parting Sarah’s lips with her own huge purple ones. They were sinfully soft, sinfully incredible and sinfully delicious.
 
 
A huge thing entered Sarah’s mouth and filled her maw with raspy slimy thing. More then just kissing, more then just making out, Hecuba was going all in as she wrestled Sara’s tongue into submission.
 
 
But as turned on as she was, as repulsively attractive as she found her, Sarah was a woman of principal!
 
 
She bit down on her grandmother’s tongue.
 
 
Immediately Hecuba stopped as she stared at her, a tangy heady liquid that was NOT coppery invading her mouth. Or, rather, it might have been coppery?
 
 
Mainly it tasted like fire!
 
 
“AUHAUHAUH!” Hecuba laughed again, pulling her head back and stretching her tongue way more then should have been physically possible for a woman. Sarah bit down on her teeth, she tried to savage her grandbitch’s tongue, but outside of breaking the exterior of it and letting out strange blood…it did nothing but let her hold on to it.
 
 
Her grandmother gave her an amused smile.
 
 
And then headbutted her.
 
 
“Shiiit,” Sarah moaned as she cradled her head, realizing that she had collapsed on the ground. There were stars in her vision as it slowly returned, the doubles disappearing as the lone guard of this suite stretched languily as she paid attention to what was happening with amusement.
 
 
Sarah’s maybe father didn’t seem to think that Hecuba was in any danger at all.
 
 
“Don’t let that blood go to waste my dear,” Hecuba said, making Sarah stare back her. Her blood was at least red, but it coagulated and disappeared as her grandmother’s tongue healed before her, “It’ll help with what’s to come.”
 
 
Sarah swallowed before she growled, “You won’t get away with this.”
 
 
But…the blood was delicious.
 
 
Incredibly so.
 
 
What the fuck?
 
 
“Let’s make it a game then~” Hecuba chuckled as she reached down and pulled up her skirt.
 
 
Letting flop down a huge red sausage from her crotch.
 
 
Was she not wearing panties all along?
 
 
Immediately the confirmation that her grandmother was a futanari became erect as it expanded out, its featureless end stretching down to a glans….that then sprouted another cock.
 
 
Slimy sweat and skin oil broke like cobwebs as this dick pink dick grew out of the base red one, until its knobby end ended….end then sprouted out one more cock.
 
 
Sheer precum parted like mud as this last protuberance stretched, its glans unfolding a ridge so wide that it looked as if it would drag her insides out.
 
 
All in all, it was 3 feet long and it looked like three tubes, one coming out of the other. That made it have two “medial” rings that allowed it to stay up.
 
 
“I am going to rape you,” Hecuba casually told her as she reached down and grabbed Sarah by her hair.
 
 
In response, Sarah spit on her face.
 
 
Her grandmother’s tongue sneaked on and swallowed it up, “But if you are what you only pretend you are, if you managed to not be a slut who has been waiting her whole life for her granny to abuse the fuck out of her, I’ll leave you and yours alone.”
 
 
“Fuck you,” Sarah said and her grandmother smiled at her.
 
 
Before she swung her hups and her cock caught her accross the chin.
 
 
Reproductive tool or not, it felt as though she was getting head with a mace. Her head swung to the side as the meat flail left a “kiss” of cum in her cheek.
 
 
It would cover the bruise that would then come out.
 
 
“Now, where were we?” Hecuba pursued her lips as she rose up, lifting Sarah through her blonde hair as she did.
 
 
“Auuugh!” Sarah held on to the hand, her hair roots screaming as they held all her weight.
 
 
“That’s right!” Hecuba replied as she brought her Sarah to her eye level, “We were being lovey dovey.”
 
 
“Well then.”
 
 
She kissed her again.
 
 
Sarah fought to get her off, hanging by her hair and her hands as she was, but she dared not bite her grandmother again. It would not work.
 
 
But rapist or not, violent brute or not, Hecuba WAS sinfully good at what she did, and Sarah couldn’t help but moan.
 
 
A knob then pushing against her panties.
 
 
“Augh,” Hecuba grunted as she broke their kiss, “A woman of my line wearing underwear.”
 
 
“How disgraceful.” The dick between Sarah’s thighs pushed her panties aside.
 
 
And then began to slowly press against her vagina.
 
 
“No,” Sarah gasped, “P-please. Stop.”
 
 
“I-I’ll leave you alone,” she promised as the pressure in her crotch increase and increase until, with a “pop”, her grandmother’s cock slid inside.
 
 
“Oooh, you are better than your bitch mother was!” the 8 and a half demoness moaned as her shaft forced her granddaughter to part.
 
 
Sarah, for her part, could only try and pinch her thighs together as a form of resistance as the shaft only got wider and bigger as it went.
 
 
Eventually, the knob was her womb, so eventually that cock stopped.
 
 
“Oh, you inherited a lot from mommy,” Hecuba moaned as her arms circled Sarah’s waist and let up on the pressure of her hair, trapping her against her tits, “But this vagina and uterus is ALL me.”
 
 
Then Sarah felt the tip of glance push against her cervix and she stared with wide eyes at her grandmother.
 
 
“No,” she said with disbelief as the pressure increased.
 
 
“No!” she begged as the pressure went past the point that a normal human could bare.
 
 
“NO!” she moaned as her cervix failed and that demonic cock breached her womb.
 
 
It didn’t stop until it hit the back of her uterus and pushed it into her lungs, knocking all the air from her.
 
 
“Your mommy survived that,” Hecuba moaned as she ground her cock slit into Sarah’s fallopian tubes, “As well as THIS.”
 
 
Then she pulled her cock out.
 
 
“FUCK!” Sarah screamed outloud as her uterus was almost dragged out with it. The broad neck of her Hecuba’s glans spread and scraped at her insides as it went, almost prolapsing her vagina too as it went.
 
 
Sarah had almost been turned inside out.
 
 
Yet.
 
 
A diabolical heat in her crotch began to heat up in her.
 
 
“Oh, you liked that, didn’t you?” Hecuba asked as she speared her up again, slamming the back of her womb, “Ready for round 2?”
 
 
Sarah’s grandmother pulled her cock out and it was all Sarah could do to not scream her throat raw.
 
 
“Round 3”
 
 
Getting her baby chamber impaled followed by almost having her reproductive system pulled out made her loos control of her faculties as tears and snot starting streaming from her eyes and nose.
 
 
“Round 4!”
 
 
Her body shook every time her grandmother thrusted into her, making a mess of birthing canal.
 
 
But the worse it got, the more painful and unbearable, the more that disgusting heat in her crotch got!
 
 
“Round, augh, 5!” Hecuba moaned as, suddenly, testicles appeared below her. They were ridiculous, just like the rest of her. They were pillow fruit looking red pillows that were as as large as Sarah’s breasts!
 
 
This was it.
 
 
She couldn’t hold on anymore.
 
 
“ROUND 6!” Hecuba moaned as orgasmed at the same time as Sarah, letting out semen that burned.
 
 
Not literally, but her grandmother’s spunk was just short of scalding, making the delicious fantastic pain go through her whole uterus as Sarah shuttered and almost bit her tongue off.
 
 
Her stomach inflated with all of that futanari demonic semen, even her fallopian tubes being stuffed like sausages by that heady cum.
 
 
And then, they were done.
 
 
“Oooh darling, I hope that was as nice for you as it was for me,” Hecuba moaned as she popped her cock out of Sarah’s inflamed vagina, “Though I am afraid that if I keep you any longer that I would be tempted to not let you go at all.”
 
 
“As-a-wha?” Sarah blubbered as she flopped on the floor, having to find the strength to stand on her own two legs now that her grandmother let her go.
 
 
“The game hasn’t ended dear,” Hecuba told her, “All you have to do is not come here again.”
 
 
Sarah looked incomprehensibly at her rapist grandmother’s face.
 
 
“You are a hopeless masochist slut, dearie,” Hecuba, kindly, explained to her, “Just like your mom.”
 
 
Sarah felt herself being lifted up and realized that it was her maybe-father putting her over her shoulder as she was being carried to the elevator.
 
 
“And to prove it, next you come by? I’ll make it hurt.” Hecuba cheerfully promised her before Siesa pressed a button on the elevator and carried her down.
 
 
Sarah had recorded every single thing and had other proof that Hecuba was a rapist. But she wasn’t able to do anything with it.
 
 
She couldn’t bring herself to.
 
 
After her meeting with her grandmother, Sarah refused to talk of the experience with her wife and parents, no matter how much they asked.
 
 
She would wake up in cold sweat in the middle of the night sometimes, dreaming about that day. And in them, her grandmother didn’t stop.
 
 
And, sometimes, Siesa would even join in.
 
 
The event left an ugly bruise on her forehead, courtesy of her grandmother’s headbutt, and a simply purple one on her cheek, courtesy of her cock.
 
 
Her reproductive organs were ruined…for all of a day before they were back to working order. And that, while the bruises on her face took a week to heal.
 
 
But the scars in her mind? They did not go away.
 
 
Two weeks later, she was getting out of that damned Elevator again.
 
 
“I was in an important meeting, dearie,” Hecuba told her as she leaned forward on her table, resting her head between her palms, “But I always make sure to make time for family.”
 
 
“Cut the shit,” Sarah almost shouted, “We are not family!”
 
 
“Oh, but that’s not what your ancestry test says, now does it?” Hecuba purred.
 
 
“Because you people raped my mom!” Sarah hissed, “Cut the bullshit, I am not here to play games.”
 
 
“Oh,” Hecuba raised an eyebrow, “Why are you here then?”
 
 
Why indeed.
 
 
In truth, Sarah herself didn’t know.
 
 
She was haunted by her rape so much that she just felt like…she needed to be back here again.
 
 
“To prove that I am not what you say I am,” she spat out and the smile of her grandmother widen.
 
 
“Let’s put that to the test, shan’t we?” she said and got off her chair.
 
 
Sarah resolutely stood her ground as the giant demoness walked over to her and, grabbing the collar of her dress with both her hands, ripped it open.
 
 
“You are going to leave this building naked,” Hecuba informed her as she three Sarah’s tattered dress over her shoulder.
 
 
“S-so what?” Sarah flushed at the realization that everyone would see her naked.
 
 
“Oh nothing,” Hecuba shrugged, “Just thought you might enjoy that.”
 
 
Then she pinched Sarah’s left nipple between her index and thumb. She made the quarter demon squeal as a light tinge of pain traveled up her brain.
 
 
And then she pulled up, stretching that nipple and, with it, Sarah’s tit.
 
 
And then she kept pulling it up, making Sarah groan as her ligaments, skin, muscles and fat were all pulled taut.
 
 
And then she kept pulling it up, making Sarah start to lift through it.
 
 
“F-F-FUCK!” Sarah screamed as it almost felt like her connective tissue was starting to fray at it’s ends.
 
 
“Huh, this high and no higher?” Hecuba observed as she stopped pulling up. That did not mean she lit go back down, but she did nothing as Sarah got on her toes to relieve the pain.
 
 
“Well, how about this?” Hecuba mused as her other hand went to Sarah’s right breast, this time circling the mammary with all of her fingers and establishing a grip on them.
 
 
And then she started squeezing.
 
 
Slowly.
 
 
Tit flesh started to slip between her fingers and she sunk them in. Breast parts started to baloon as fat, blood and flesh were pushed to their parts simply through the pressure. The skin started to turn red as Hecuba squeezing didn’t stop.
 
 
And then? She squeezed some more.
 
 
“FUCK!” Sarah felt tears coming down her eyes. She felt her right breast being crushed, her grandmother squeezing it so much that it was starting to turn blue.
 
 
“Hmm,” Hecuba pleasantly looked down upon her granddaughter as she tortured her tits, “It would be a pity to destroy your tits when we’ve only just begun.”
 
 
“So.” She let go of Sarah’s breasts, making her gasp with relief as her chesticles bounced up and down.
 
 
Her left nipple had been enlarged slightly through the inflammation going through it. It couldn’t be arousal, of course, because she found nothing to like about this.
 
 
Her right breast had erotic finger-shaped bruises going around it, the flesh in it DEFINITELY not pulsing with arousal.
 
 
It would be hard to explain were these came from to her wife, but not impossible.
 
 
Then Hecuba slapped her left breast.
 
 
Hard.
 
 
“What the fuck!” Sarah whined as grandmother slapped her right one. Her fat filled funbags swung with the blows, crashing against her chest and stinging every time.
 
 
“Business meetings fill me up with pent up aggression,” Hecuba explained, “So your tits are going to serve as anger relief.”
 
 
Hecuba closed her fingers before she swung the next strike and turned it into a punch.
 
 
“SHIT!” Sarah screamed as she felt a fist drive into her left tit, displacing all of her milk-making organs and fat deposits with that blow.
 
 
Then the same thing happened to her right tit, giving her left tit, but not Sarah, a brief reprieve.
 
 
It didn’t amount to much.
 
 
“Take that,” Hecuba growled as she performed a picture perfect hook, making Sarah’s left tit spread all of over her fist.
 
 
“And that!” Her right fist drove Sarah’s right tit into her chest. This also knocked her breath.
 
 
“And THAT!”
 
 
By the time Hecuba was done with her spontaneous work out, Sarah was kneeling on the floor, her breasts drooping down as if she were 50 years old. The internal damage they had experienced was so great that they could not stand on their own.
 
 
Her grandmother had ruined them.
 
 
“A-are you done yet,” Sarah gasped, willing her body to not feel arousal from this.
 
 
“Hardly,” Hecuba snorted, “You haven’t cum yet.”
 
 
“And I won’t!” Sarah breathed out.
 
 
“Really?” Hecuba went down to one knee, looking her granddaughter in the eye.
 
 
“Never will.” Sarah resolutely said.
 
 
Hecuba chuckled.
 
 
And then pushed Sarah into her back.
 
 
“You know,” Hecuba said as she pinched Sarah’s clit and made her arc her back, “I am starting to really like you, darling.”
 
 
She was angling her cock to Sarah’s vagina and, in one smooth motion, stuffed it to her womb again, “You are freak.”
 
 
“Shut up!” Sarah shouted as that nightmarish pain from last time was reality again, “I am nothing like that!”
 
 
“And yet, here you are,” Hecuba said as she took one of Sarah’s hands into her fingers as she pounded her cunt, “Because only I hurt this deliciously.”
 
 
“No!” Sarah denied it as one thrust made her toes curl.
 
 
“Ah!” Hecuba gloated as she pulled her cock out and scraped her insides, “Then surely a little spice will turn you off?”
 
 
Hecuba circled her fingers around Sarah’s neck, the blood red skin feeling velvety as they locked around it.
 
 
And then, with a light squeeze of her thumbs Sarah’s breath stopped. Immediately, Sarah felt desperate, the carbon content in her blood making her brain BEG for oxygen as her body fought to endure the vicious cock fucking her.
 
 
But something about this pain, something about this danger, just made the cock inside of her feel that much more REAL.
 
 
“Gaugh,” Sarah choked as her cunt was slammed again.
 
 
“Sorry darling,” Hecuba apologized, “Couldn’t hear you. What was that?”
 
 
Sarah’s hands grabbed on to her grandmother’s as her lungs longed to get a mouthful of air.
 
 
“Ah, you are trying to help me squeeze hard,” Hecuba said with understanding, “Thank you honey.”
 
 
“But there is no need.”
 
 
Sarah saw stars as her grandmother squeezed so hard that it cut off the blood going to her brain. Hecuba squeeze so hard that Sarah’s was again hopelessly opening her mouth again.
 
 
But this time to scream.
 
 
She shuttered as an orgasm went through her, her mind starting to faint.
 
 
“Woah there darling, you can’t just be moving on yet,” her grandmother said as she as she let up on the pressure.
 
 
Sarah gasped and cough as she got a mouthful of air again.
 
 
“That’s it,” Hecuba kindly encouraged her, “Take it in.”
 
 
And then Sarah’s desperate attempt at getting oxygen into her blood got cut short as her neck was squeezed tightly again, “But I am going to stop you right there.”
 
 
“It wouldn’t do for you to get addicted to air, no?”
 
 
With her next womb thrust, the demoness made her granddaughter almost choke to death. The quarter demoness still managed to arc her back as much as she could while she experienced her second orgasm.
 
 
“GOD!” the 25-year-old screamed as she was allowed to breathe before her consciousness left her again.
 
 
“How about a third time?” Hecuba asked.
 
 
By the time her grandmother came, Sarah had been brought to the edge many times, her body not being allowed to feel as if it weren’t drowning for a single second.
 
 
“Oh shit, you were TIGHTER this time,” Hecuba gasped as she roped her cock out of Sarah’s cunt.
 
 
Her granddaughter’s eyes had rolled into her head and foam was coming out of her mouth.
 
 
“Take her outside and call a taxi for her,” Hecuba ordered her daughter/bodyguard, “She’ll hopefully resist more next time.”
 
 
The next time, as she put it, would not happen for two months.
 
 
Sarah’s wife and parents were with her as she recovered, asking, begging, explanations as to why she had gone back.
 
 
But there was nothing Sarah could say.
 
 
Hecuba, after all, couldn’t be right.
 
 
She shouldn’t be right.
 
 
Sarah hated her.
 
 
Sarah hated what she did to her. Surely.
 
 
And so long as she didn’t go back, that would remain true.
But one day she started vomiting out of nowhere and a pregnancy test confirmed the worst of her suspicions.
 
 
She had no choice but to go back.
 
 
“YOU GOT ME PREGNANT!” she creamed at her grandmother as she threw the pregancny test at her.
 
 
The stick flew in the air and bounced off Hecuba’s bountiful chest.
 
 
“This is why you should have accepted my first offer,” her demonic grandmother looked proudly at the stick, “Now my great-grandchildren, or is that simply children?, will have to perform the same song and dance as you.”
 
 
“I am taking you down!” Sarah yelled, all the info that she had gathered still burning a hole in a cloud server somewhere.
 
 
“Will you now?” Hecuba got off her chair.
 
 
“I have medical records and DNA proof of your assault!” Sarah pointed a shaky finger at her grandmother.
 
 
But the Demoness didn’t look at all preoccupied. Rather, she looked as if she were contemplating her next meal.
 
 
It made that irrational, dirty and disloyal heat grow in her crotch.
 
 
“Oh, but the game isn’t over yet,” Hecuba told her, making a pit form in Sarah’s stomach, “But I will admit that you giving me the cold shoulder for two months hurt.”
 
 
“G-good,” Sarah managed to say.
 
 
Her grandmother had walked up to her, and Sarah could all but feel the heat radiating from her.
 
 
She could smell the intense and alien musk that made her think of flowers.
 
 
She could…see that cock, hanging down past her skirt.
 
 
“Eyes up here,” Hecuba drily said, and Sarah flushed as she looked at her grandmother again.
 
 
“Yes, I don’t like it,” the demoness decided as she started walking away, “You are too wishy washy about things.”
 
 
And just like Sarah’s nightmare…ended?
 
 
“What?” she couldn’t believe this herself.
 
 
“I lost,” Hecuba simply said, “You win. I guess you aren’t a total pain slut like I thought you were.”
 
 
“What?” Sarah repeated again, disappointment, heavy and vast, suddenly wearing down on her shoulders.
 
 
“I’ll take that beautiful incestual bastard of your hands if you like,” Hecuba pointed at her womb, “Always wanted one of those.”
 
 
“I don’t understand,” Sarah said, her world going topsey turvy.
 
 
“Yeah, you’d think I would have already done that with one of my daughters or descendants by now,” Hecuba nodded knowingly, “But as it turns out, something always got in the way. And the few that I got a good sex thing going with were so distantly related from me that they might as well not have counted.”
 
 
“I’d gladly welp children for you, mother,” Siesa said beside the elevator door.
 
 
“I know you would darling,” Hecuba maternally replied, “But I need you as my bodyguard. Should I start impregnating you, why, I don’t know when I would stop!”
 
 
“This can’t be happening,” Sarah said, looking at her hands.
 
 
No one except Sarah and the people in this room knew that she was pregnant. She hadn’t even told her wife.
 
 
She had expected…what? For her grandmother to feel sorry?
 
 
To give her something in exchange?
 
 
To be part of her life?
 
 
“Well, you can leave now darling,” Hecuba snapped Sarah out of her thoughts, “And if you want to bring all of that delicious evidence you got piled up against me? Well, perhaps you’ll be a funner opponent in the court than between my legs.”
 
 
“No!” Sarah found herself shouting.
 
 
“Oh?” Hecuba looked at her granddaughter, “Well, I suppose not everyone enjoys court proceedings.”
 
 
“No, I mean…” Sarah trailed off as the desperation in her head became something real. Something that she could put a finger to.
 
 
“Yes?” Hecuba asked and she was no longer being the benevolent matriarch. She was now intensely looking at Sarah, waiting for something.
 
 
“I-that is, -you-” Sarah struggled to get the thing out of her mind.
 
 
This was a nightmare.
 
 
The rape, the broken bones, the bruised flesh.
 
 
And yet.
 
 
And yet.
 
 
“I…don’t…want to?” Sarah choked out. Her eyes were wide as she realized what she said.
 
 
No, it couldn’t be true.
 
 
She couldn’t want this,
 
 
She shouldn’t want this!
 
 
“I can’t hear you, dear,” Hecuba said.
 
 
“I DON’T WANT TO!” Sarah screamed, not being able to do anything but accept the truth.
 
 
The welts, the scars and the memory of all of this burned at her mind. Burned at her thighs.
 
 
Burned at her crotch.
 
 
She no longer wanted this.
 
 
She needed it.
 
 
Hecuba was quiet as a grin threatened to split her face in half.
 
 
“Well,” she said as she rolled her chair from behind her desk and skated to the middle of the floor, “Well, well, well.”
 
 
“What don’t you want to, dearie?” she asked as she pulled back her skirt and revealed her fully erect alien cock.
 
 
“You were right!” Sarah said, feeling mentally tired of all a sudden. As if she had been fighting for months with herself, “I LOVE what you do to me. I LOVE what your palms, your fists and your horrible cock feel like!”
 
 
“Please,” Sarah started sobbing, “Give me more!”
 
 
“But you have a wife,” Hecuba pointed out.
 
 
“I DON’T CARE!” Sarah said. Lina hadn’t been able to satisfy her since all of this began. Lina didn’t deserve it, but Sarah was willing to cheat on her for this.
 
 
“Then know that I am going to consume you utterly if you do this,” Hecuba told her, “If you become my pain slut, I will not have any mercy.”
 
 
“I don’t want you to have any!” Sarah desperately said.
 
 
“Well,” Hecuba clicked her tongue.
 
 
And spread her legs.
 
 
“Prove it to me,” she beaconed Sarah with her index finger, “Impale yourself upon granny’s cock. Show me some initiative.”
 
 
Sarah’s clothes were on the ground so fast that they might as well not have been there.
 
 
“Ho, ho, no panties!” Hecuba oogled her curves, “How proper of you dear!”
 
 
Sarah walked up to her and, upon reaching her chair, climbed up on her legs.
 
 
Sarah fixed that huge cock with her vaginal lips and then….she just sat on it.
 
 
She allowed gravity to the rest.
 
 
“Fuck!” They both moaned together as Hecuba’s cock slammed against her now sealed cervix. Sarah’s pink cheeks crashed into Hecuba’s legs, but she grabbed on to her shoulders as she prepared to pull herself ALL the way in-
 
 
“-no, darling,” Hecuba put a hand on her breast, “I don’t want you to lose our delightful inbred bastard. Not this time.”
 
 
“Then,” Sarah, her eyes wild, asked, “What do you want me to do?”
 
 
“We’ll keep my cock where it is,” Hecuba told her as she moved it side to side in her cunt, “And we’ll just let the pain talk.”
 
 
The demoness lovingly reach out and caressed her cheek.
 
 
Sarah leaned into that hand.
 
 
The old demoness leaned in and give Sarah a smooch on the other cheek.
 
 
And then, without hesitating, she swung her hand.
 
 
Catching that same place with a slap.
 
 
Sarah’s head flew back as she shuttered with the pain. That cock, despite not doing anything, flared it’s large neck and literally kept her rooted in place by her cunt. That was literally why didn’t fly off her grandmother’s lap.
 
 
“Oh, did that hurt dear?” Hecuba mocked concern, “Here let me make it better.”
 
 
So she leaned in and kissed the cheek that she had struck.
 
 
And then slapped it again.
 
 
“Oh god,” Sarah moaned as her head rocked back again.
 
 
She had an ugly bruise forming there now.
 
 
“Your other cheek looks lonely,” Hecuba said and kissed her still-healthy cheek.
 
 
Then her other hand came flying out and smacked it.
 
 
Sarah’s head flew to the other side, and her grandmother’s cock DUG into her vaginal walls to keep her rooted in place.
 
 
Sarah couldn’t help it.
 
 
She came.
 
 
“Such a distry slut,” Hecuba gleefully observed once she felt the fluids wet her lap, “And I am not even done half way!”
 
 
“Such a lack of consideration,” Hecuba said as she slapped the healthier of her cheeks, the meaty slap rocking her head, “Deserves punishment!”
 
 
Sarah’s rapist grandmother slapped her bruised cheek now, making the pain explode through her face. She didn’t switch to the other cheek this time, but she did change how she hit her.
 
 
She closed her hand this time.
 
 
“Fuck!” Sarah moaned as she saw stars for a moment.
 
 
A moment later, she spat blood.
 
 
“As souvenir?” Hecuba gasped, “How lovely. Here, let me reward you!”
 
 
Then she swung at her other cheek.
 
 
Sarah saw stars again.
 
 
“Oh, dearie,” Hecuba looked at her with concern, “Chewing food is going to be so hard for you.”
 
 
Then she swung again, keeping her strength low enough to avoid giving her a concussion.
 
 
Sarah was still edging through the point by the time her grandmother stopped.
 
 
“Faantastic,” Hecuba moaned as she felt herself about to come, “I just need one more thing.”
 
 
“Can you guess what that is?”
 
 
Sarah looked blearily at her.
 
 
She had been coming nonestop from the beginning.
 
 
Her cheeks hurt, her vagina hurt, her mouth hurt, her face hurt.
 
 
And it all mixed up into a grand rush that just let to more and more orgasms the bigger the pain was.
 
 
Sarah thoughtlessly traced a finger around her grandmother’s lips.
 
 
So big and pillowy. So soft and luscious.
 
 
Sarah inserted her finger deep into her grandmother’s mouth looked her in the eyes.
 
 
“...that’ll do,” Hecuba, for the first time that Sarah knew her, sounded impressed.
 
 
Then she bit down.
 
 
“FUUUUCK!” Sarah orgasmed as her vagina was inflated with a deluge of deliciously hot semen, as her grandmother let go of her.
 
 
Her finger now had a “ring” of scars around it.
 
 
“You taste so good,” Hecuba licked her lips as she observed her handy work.
 
 
This time, despite the severity of the damage, Sarah didn’t faint.
 
 
This time, she managed to look at the luscious lips of her grandmother.
 
 
And circled her arms around her neck as she pressed her lips against hers.
 
 
And oh, it tasted like grapes!
 
 
“Girls from our bloodline heal quickly,” Hecuba told her when they broke the kiss, the old demoness looking pleased, “But I promise you.”
 
 
“You will never be healthy again.”
 
 
5 months passed.
 
 
Her wife was worried.
 
 
Her parents were worried.
 
 
They had no idea what had happened to her. They had no idea why it had happened.
 
 
All they knew was that, as Sarah’s belly got pregnant with SOMEONE’s baby, she got more and more hurt.
 
 
Her body was covered in bruises now, her granny lover having to reply to them regularly to keep them from going away.
 
 
The closest to knowing what was going on was her wife, but while she correctly guessed that her grandmother had raped her, and that the child was Hecuba’s, she was deadly wrong that she had blackmail that kept Sarah coming back.
 
 
Sarah wanted this.
 
 
And she wanted to go all the way.
 
 
It was around the time that everyone she knew would do something foolish that she begged her granny lover for the end.
 
 
“Granny,” Sarah begged at her feet.
 
 
Her stomach was large and it got in the way of this, but still she managed to kiss her feet, “Please, stop holding back.”
 
 
“End it.”
 
 
5 months of this. 5 months of heaven. But there was a paradise beyond this that she had not dared reach for the love of her baby.
 
 
But she had reached the end of her self-control.
 
 
She needed this.
 
 
“My lovely pain slut of a granddaughter,” Hecuba said with deep fondness as she put a hoove on top of Sarah’s head.
 
 
And started grinding it into the floor, “What makes you think you get to ask for that?”
 
 
The pain she had endured, the bruises and the broken bones, would have been enough to traumatize a normal person.
 
 
And it was still not enough.
 
 
“It’s just not enough,” Sarah cried as she enjoyed the feeling of her skin dragging into the tile, “And there just isn’t much more.”
 
 
“So please, give it to me,” Sarah begged again, “Give me the end.”
 
 
“If I do this, you’ll be robbing me of my pain slut,” the futa demoness said.
 
 
“I know!” Sarah replied, “But please, granny-”
 
 
“-You didn’t let me finish,” Hecuba said and Sarah stopped, “Like I was saying, you’ll be robbing me of my pain slut.”
 
 
“So I am going to require an exchange from you,” Hecube told her.
 
 
She let off her foot and Sarah immediately looked up at her, “What?”
 
 
“Everything else.” Hecuba ominous said.
 
 
Sarah had no idea what that meant, but she was far past the point of caring. She was shaking her head before Hecuba even began, “Of course granny, anything!”
 
 
“Well then, in that case,” Hecube said as she knelt down before her grandaughter and caressed her face one last time, “Let’s do this in a lovely way.”
 
 
Her hands softly, gently, trailed down to her neck and wrapped around it.
 
 
Immediately Sarah felt her air cut off.
 
 
“I could crush you to death my dear,” Hecuba told her as her grip only got more and more tight, “I could splatter your brains with my feet and I could just let those lovely organs of yours fail.”
 
 
“Agh,” Sarah choked, tears of satisfaction coming down her eyes.
 
 
“But do you know why I won’t?” Hecuba asked her as she tightened the hold of her hands to the point that Sarah’s blood was chocked off.
 
 
She still had enough energy to shake her head.
 
 
“Because I love you,” Hecuba assured her and Sarah…felt her heart skip a beat.
 
 
Her grandmother twisted her hands and Sarah came one last time as her neck…broke.
 
 
She shuttered, not feeling anything else but her own mind as Hecuba let go and her neck hung from an unnatural angle.
 
 
She started to feel herself start to slip away, her demon physiology making it take significantly longer than it ought, but in the end, the damage to her body was far too much.
 
 
In her head, she asked her parents for forgiveness. As well as her wife.
 
 
And lastly, to the babe in her womb, who would now go with her.
 
 
“I’ve just killed you,” Hecuba casually said, making Sarah’s eyes roll to her, “Does anyone disagree?”
 
 
“Nope!” Siesa said from where she was, a bag of popcorn in her lap.
 
 
“And I don’t see my darling granddaughter disagreeing either,” Hecuba gestured at the unmoving heap of her pregnant grandaughter, “So what I do next is within the bounds of our contract.”
 
 
“Rejoice my darling!” Hecuba grandly said as she started masturbating her cock and getting it fully erect, “For you will now be what you original thought you were.”
 
 
“And our child? She’s going to be even more inbred than before,” Hecuba assured her as her cock reached it’s full length.
 
 
Then she grunted as she put it against Sarah’s unresisting head.
 
 
“Maybe after this you’ll be Mrs. Hecuba,” Hecuba as she pushed her cock. And her cock slit? It opened it up.
 
 
“But then you’ll be a slightly different person!” she moaned as it started spreading around Sarah’s head and didn’t stop.
 
 
Sarah didn’t know how it did it, but the glans was stretched so much that she could still see silhouettes outside of it when it managed to cover her eyes. The sheer STINK of semen enveloped her nose was it passed it but still her head went inside.
 
 
Once the cock slit reached her neck, her grandmother stopped and took a breath.
 
 
Then she thrusted her cock out, engulfing her shoulders in one go.
 
 
“FUCK, that’s delicious!” Hecuba moaned as her demonic penis was now sucking her grandaughter all on it’s own. Once it become obvious what she was doing, her body did the rest on her own.
 
 
Sarah’s head passed the first medial ring, her grandmother moaned as she stretched with her head and then body. She passed through the second one once Hecuba’s penis were swallowing her tits. And her world went comepletely dark once she passed through the base of her cock.
 
 
By the time her head was poking past her prostate, Hecuba’s penis were struggling to swallow her pregnant stomach.
 
 
But, in the end, it was never smart to bet against Hecuba.
 
 
“Oh shit, that was big!” her grandmother moaned, her voice echoing inside of her body as her cock passed Sarah’s hips and started to swallow her fast.
 
 
Once the tip of her toes were inside Hecuba’s glans, Sarah’s head arrived at her left testicle, the rest of her body following.
 
 
“Oh, geez, prepare to become mommy’s daughter!” Hecuba moaned as her right resticle lurched up and coated the bottom half still in her ejaculatory duct.
 
 
But not from her left one.
 
 
Oh, the sperm cells in it roiled and mushed about Sarah’s body, threatening to drown her. But even as the testicle filled up with semen, Sarah somehow knew that, despite everything…she would not be dying.
 
 
“Just one more thing, just one more thing dearie!” Hecuba scrambled as she spilled the seed outside.
 
 
And then Sarah felt it.
 
 
Something biting her belly button.
 
 
It should be impossible; her neck was broken and she had lost the feeling down it.
 
 
But she realized with shock that, all of a sudden, she could feel EVERYTHING again!
 
 
Her neck was fine.
 
 
Her kidney and liver didn’t hurt anymore.
 
 
And…she didn’t need to breath.
 
 
She was absolutely covered in sperm, head to toe, not a single inch of it not coughing her.
 
 
And yet, there was oxygen in her veins.
 
 
And yet, her senses extended out.
 
 
She felt a click in her mind and, suddenly, she could feel what her granny was feeling.
 
 
Can you hear me? Hecuba thought and Sarah realized that she could.
 
 
Yes! she tried to talk with her mouth, but only gargle the sperm around her. Her thoughts still got through.
 
 
Welcome to being my newest baby! Hecuba smuggly thought at her.
 
 
What? Sarah still didn’t understand.
 
 
You are my newest fetus, Hecuba replied, And just like the baby inside your womb, you are going to cook in my testicle womb for, I don’t know, 9 months? It’s been a while since I’ve done something like this.
 
 
The sheer absurdity of it all kept Sarah quiet. The connection between the umbilical cord attaching her granny, mother now?, finished and blood finished mixing with hers.
 
 
Oh, she wasn’t hungry anymore!
 
 
A finger lovingly pressed against the testicle holding her, making Sarah feel safe.
 
 
You’ll be 2/3rds demon when you come out, or would that be 3/4s? Hecuba thought, Well, you’ll be another half me on top of what you already are.
 
 
‘As will our child! Hecuba gloated, Oh, he is going to be SO inbred!
 
 
But it’s fine, we are demons, Hecuba said, we can take.
 
 
But Sarah was already feeling…sleepy.
 
 
Slowly, her consciousness started to fade.
 
 
This sea of sperm around her, this comfort, the blood rushing through her veins and the hellish heat around her.
 
 
It was all…comfortable.
 
 
“Huh, she’s asleep,” Hecuba said as she draped her skirt over her now human sized testicle.
 
 
It appeared she wasn’t going to be making many appearances for the next nine months, “Did you get all of it?”
 
 
“I sure did mommy,” Siesa replied as she put her phone down. It had been set to recording ever since Sarah had requested her death.
 
 
“Good,” Hecuba said as she started walking, wincing as her pregnant testicle slushed as it swung side to side.
 
 
“Now sent it to my daughter’s ex-wife.”