The Crimson Milk Ch. 13

The other two newly giant women crawled over to their only adequate mate. One straddled his face, while the other pressed herself between the two gyrating females, devoting her attention the milk dripping from the first one's nipples. Their groans and slurps of pleasure continued to echo through the chamber as the other creatures went silent. Two police officers were walking down toward the stage, in between them was a young woman in a hood. Travis's heart sank. He recognized the t-shirt. They paraded her up to the stage as the cacophony resumed. The giant roared as he caught sight of new, uncorrupted flesh. The mayor appeared on stage, and the police officers backed away from their prize.

The mayor luridly wiped her mouth as she approached the hooded woman. Her dress was completely gone, and Travis had a hard time concentrating as her perfect form crossed the stage. He knew he should act, but he only wanted to touch her skin, to nuzzle between her thighs, and to drink deeply from her breasts. The red lady snatched the hood off, and he saw his wife's terrified face as it took in the spectacle around her.

"No, shhh," the mayor whisperd. "Olivia, don't worry about all of them. They are happy and know pleasure beyond anything you've ever experienced. After all, what could that husband of yours ever really give you?"

"No!" Travis burst into the room. Immediately, one of the goons pinned him against the wall, forcing the bat out of his hand. He hadn't thought through anything, but knew he couldn't let Olivia face that goddess alone. He yelled out to his wife, "It's ok Olive, I'm here. I'm coming!"

Mocking calls rose up from the crowd, "OH! I'm cumming too! Ahhhh ahhhhhhhh!!"

The mayor looked sternly at Travis, "Bring him here."

Travis tried to kick and resist, but the hulking man tossed him over a shoulder and carried him to the stage with no effort. The closer Travis came to the woman, the more his mind swam with desire. He focused on Olivia and repeated the phrase "I love my wife," over and over in his mind. But when he saw Olivia's face, her slack jaw and glazed eyes, he lost hope.

"The other conspirator. Just like Frank, this pitiful little thing thought something was wrong in our perfect little town. And his wife, the demurred little woman, so devoted to her limp dicked, pill popping husband. Is there room for even these unfortunate creatures in my paradise?" The crowd yelled more catcalls. The red woman brought her hands up to her breasts. With a short grunt, her nipples exuded a small rivulet of milk, which she caught on each of her index fingers. "Well, you two, care for a taste?"

Travis wanted nothing more. He knew that drop of poison would wash away his being. All the troubles and woes of his life would vanish as he swirled his tongue around her perfect finger, drawing the milk into him. He would then latch on to the teat that had damned the entire town and suck until he couldn't handle any more. His body would change, perhaps into a giant, or a minotaur or some other monstrosity, but it would be the most pleasurable change possible. His mind would be burned away by the heat of fucking, maybe his wife, maybe one of the other harlots. He opened his mouth and started to lean forward, but then noticed Olivia. The simple statement returned and overruled all of the blind lust he was feeling, "I love my wife."

Olivia leaned forward and slurped the milk into her mouth, a devilish grin spreading across her face.

The red lady frowned as she felt something she had not experienced since her transformation. Resistance. The weak little man beside her new plaything had resolve, and his mind had slammed shut. A moment after that nudge of resistance, the red lady felt the cold chill of fear.

Travis lunged forward with all his might, shoving the naked goddess away from his wife. The former mayor spilled over the edge of the stage. Her minions scrambled to catch her, but her head banged against the edge of a chair, and her song disappeared from the air. Confusion and panic rippled through the auditorium. Travis grabbed his wife's hand, and she followed him in a dream. The goon beside him started to reach out and stop them, but was swatted away by a massive hand groping forward in an effort to aide its mistress. The bat clattered to the ground and rolled to Travis's feet. The giants were still unfamiliar with their new bodies, and as they scrambled to help, started causing absolute chaos. Travis snatched the bat and dashed from the room, dragging his wife behind him. As he left the auditorium, the red lady was on her feet and dispatching her servants to retrieve the only man to ever resist her.

Olivia was almost incoherent, but she could follow him well enough. He rounded the corner of the hallway and caught sight of the policeman exiting the auditorium, their uniforms peeling away as their bodies became hairy and their mouths became fanged. Travis reached the boiler room door and bolted it shut. The hallway to the post office remained clear, but the creatures would find him quickly.

Olivia started to resist. She wanted to go back. The voice of her mistress grew fainter and worried her. Travis pushed her into the hallway and closed the door. Heavy thuds started to come from the City Hall entry door. He had to work quickly. He found the gas line and started beating the pipe with the bat. After a few strikes, the segment broke and a loud hiss filled the room. He tossed the bat aside and grabbed the metal segment. Taking it to the metal door, he hesitated a moment as the wall shook with the force of the creatures clawing against it. He jammed the segment into the handle, leaving it extended enough so that as it would catch on the other piping nearby. It might not ignite, but the gas should slow them down at any rate.

He pushed Olivia back as he opened the hallway door, she was somehow different. Her shirt fit her less well and her pants seemed tighter. The milk had already started to corrupt her. Travis tried to secure the second door, but could only manage to wedge a piece of wood underneath it. Pulling Olivia behind him, they fled down the hall. Moments after he reached the other end, he heard a loud sucking noise and a roar followed. He slammed shut the metal door as a fireball raced up the tunnel.

***

The man entered the club. They were waiting for him, and he knew it. Travis walked into the lobby with a hooded and cloaked figure on a leash behind him. His hand rested on his gun. The woman sitting behind the security glass smiled at him with fiendish delight. "Where is it?" he rasped.

The woman's smile broadened, and she gestured to the door on the right.

Travis entered the room with his prisoner behind him. He had expected a full room of demonic coupling, but instead only a single figure waited. The red woman. The same and yet somehow different.

"You're disappointed," she said.

Travis pulled out his gun and aimed at Mandi. "Where is she?"

Mandi ignored the firearm. "What have you done to yourself, Travis?" She took a seat in the single chair in the room. He kept the barrel trained on her head. "All this running, all this deprivation of joy. You could have been so happy. For what you've done to your wife, I could...just tear you apart."

"The mayor, where is she?" Travis tried to focus.

"Safe in her bed for all I know," Mandi replied. "Of course, you're not really looking for the mayor of my town, but the mayor of yours. My mother, so to speak." A glimmer of failing hope crossed Travis's face. "See, you thought there couldn't be more than one person like her, or that she would just be waiting for you to find her in the next town. Whatever you thought was wrong, and all of your plans for vengeance were idiotic. You killed all those people, and you think we are monsters."

"They were already dead. You things aren't humans."

"We are more than human," Mandi snapped. "We are what humans truly want to be. We are the evolved form of humanity. Carnal lust free of restraint and restriction. And you destroyed so many for the sake of clinging to your false ideals of repression. It's always been your problem, Travis, all that anxiety and paranoia you fought for years. You still can't let go. You have your wife, who by your own definition is dead, on a string. She lives in the trunk of your car so that you aren't tempted to fuck her, but I can see your dreams floating around you. You want her big fat lips wrapped around that cock of yours, you want to feel your dick slide down her throat and fill her up with your cum. From the day you met her that's all you ever wanted, but you hid it behind emotions and love and all that other garbage that gets in the way of pure fucking."

He stammered, "Wh—where is she?" The gun drooped. "I—I can still save her."

"You can't save anyone, Travis. You never could. Take him."

From no where, two hulking wolves grabbed him. The gun dropped to the ground and fizzled into sand. The wolves pinned his arms against his side and lifted him easily off his feet.

"You have to pay, Travis. For what you did, I can't just let you become like us. We know only pleasure and desire. You will only know frustration. You're going to watch your wife get fucked by everyone in this town. Then I'm going to make her into one of my little milk cows that can't help but fuck a dildo just to get off while a machine sucks on her creamy tits. And you're going to see every single moment of it, chained up with that puny little prick of yours straining against the air, desperate for your wife's hot little mouth." She pulled the hood off of Olivia, and his wife grinned up at him, absolutely delighted to see him squirming. She pawed at Mandi's ass while the red lady released her tits. "Drink up, Olive, we want you to have big nice tits for everyone to fuck, too." Olivia pulled down the dress, pushing it over the perfect, dimpled hips.

Travis's mind swam with lust. He started to scream protests as his wife moved down to the demoness's wanton snatch.

"Now now, uhnnngg, oh you are right Travis, your wife does have a nice tongue. Maybe if you're good, I'll let you have one little lick every few months or so."