The Crimson Milk Ch. 18

He woke in the dark. Cassius's eyes flicked open abruptly, brushing against a blindfold. His sense returned slowly. Faint traces of red light slipped under the black cloth covering his eyes. He could hear, or feel, the low thrum of heavy bass coming from a distant room. Drawing a breath in slowly, he caught a warm and luscious scent that he couldn't quite pin down. It reminded him faintly of someone he had known long ago, or of the spicy back room in a market shop, or just the common smell of cookies in an oven.

Cool air rushed over his bare skin. He tried to move his arms, but a soft bind of cloth restrained his wrists. The bindings on his ankles were looser, allowing him to shift his gait slightly for comfort, but tight enough to prohibit any strength. Panic crept up in his chest. He couldn't remember anything. How long had he been asleep? Where was he? Despite the rush of questions, Cassius remained calm, he pondered if he'd been drugged.

Another slight breeze drifted through the room. His skin prickled with goosebumps. He was naked except for some piece of cloth draped over his pelvis. The cool air fluttered over his genitals, making him feel exposed. He shifted slightly on the padded table, and the cloth slid over his flat lower stomach. Absent was any resistance of pubic hair, someone had shaved him. Again, panic seeped into his body.

"Wha? Where am I?!" said an alarmed, female voice. "Is anyone there?"

Cassius considered not answering. She was a white girl, he could tell from the sound of her voice. He didn't want to cause her any further distress. Nevertheless, he responded, "You're not alone. I'm tied up as well. Can you see?"

"Oh thank god! No, I'm blindfolded or something. I can't move either, I think I'm handcuffed to this table."

"Handcuffs? You have handcuffs on?" he asked.

"Yeah, I don't want to pull against them too hard, they're already cutting into my wrists. My legs have some kind of chains on them."

Cassius pulled against his own bonds, they were soft and forgiving, he actually didn't even mind having them once he considered it. Why chain up a girl and loosely tie down the ex-military man, he wondered? "Do you remember how you got here?" he asked, warily.

"No, not exactly," she replied with a whimper. "Daddy and I were trying to get some supplies from our house for the rest of the group. I was in the kitchen while he went upstairs to get his rifle. They were waiting on us, I think."

"Who? Why were you getting supplies? Where are we?" His mind flashed to all the places he'd traveled and all the possible scenarios that could explain his current predicament. He could vaguely remember driving toward his home in St. Louis, but it seemed like a dream. A head injury could explain it. He could be in a psyche ward, having imagined going home. Where were the doctors?

"Don't you know? Wait...are you one of them?" the girl whimpered again. "Oh god, please tell me this isn't another sick joke they're pulling on me. Where's my dad? Has he become one of them too?"

"One of who," Cassius spat back. She was sounding more and more like a mental patient. "Hey! Someone! Anybody come in here!" he bellowed, suddenly wanting to be as far away from the girl as possible.

"No...no, why would they tie you up? You haven't turned yet, that's good. We can still fight it. What...what's your name?"

He sighed, "Cassius."

"I'm Lily. Sorry, I just...they wanted us all to follow these rules, you know, to recognize one another. But I never really learned them. I didn't think I'd have to ever worry about it, you know? Now I'm locked up in some basement, and they've taken my clothes. That's what we went to get, seems stupid now, but we wanted clean clothes. Anyway, what about you? How'd you get -"

She stopped. A clanking noise came from one corner of the room.

"Bring him in," said a sultry feminine voice.

"Who's there," Cassius demanded. "Why're we locked up in here?"

The new voice laughed. The squeaking sound of wheels eased into the room, followed by a soft thump as something heavy dropped on the ground. "You're not locked up in here," the woman replied. "I mean, yes, you are locked in, but it's not to keep you in, you see. It's to keep them out. We didn't want anyone to get a little to...excited, and unwrap the presents early."

A hand trailed up his naked leg, lingering just on the edge of the cloth before pulling away. The touch had been warm and made his head swim. His cock stirred, and the cloth raised away from his body. Another set of hands grabbed his shoulders, rough, sharp claws digging into his muscle. With a quick motion, his platform swiveled up, putting him in a standing position still strapped to the table. The cloth barely hung to his body, his modesty barely covered by the friction of linen on skin.

"Take off his blindfold," Mandi said.

Cassius winced, expecting a blinding light to hit his eyes as the blindfold fell away, but instead he quickly adjusted to the warm light of the room. He had some kind of medical chamber or even a torture room at the bottom of some cave, but instead he saw a room adorned in lush, soft fabrics and pillows. He was suspended on one of two swiveling tables in the center of the room, which he immediately knew could be used for other purposes. On the other, he glimpsed the pale, naked body of the girl, Lily. He averted his eyes, but couldn't help but admire her slender form and brilliantly white skin. For only a moment, his mind drifted to the idea of his black, rough hands sliding over her body, grabbing her bare ass for a squeeze as he slid inside her.

He shook the thought from his head and looked forward at the smirking woman in front of him. Lush red hair toppled over her shoulders, to help hide the massive amount of cleavage revealed by a flimsy red lacy top. Top might have been generous. The fabric stopped just below her breasts showing off a taut stomach of the most wonderful caramel color. A pair of exceedingly stretched cotton shorts attempted to restrain her ass, but he could see the tops of her butt cheeks clamoring for freedom over the hemline. Standing barefoot, she was his height or even taller, he thought.

"Hello, handsome," she said. "Sorry you had to wake up in here all confused and alone. Away from the softness of my tits. But I needed you for a special little treat." She gestured behind her.

An older man, probably in his mid to late fifties, was tied to a dolly. His head lolled forward, unresponsive. He wore normal clothes, unlike the vixen in front of Cassius. A dark, red stain covered the right side of the man's jeans.

"This is...well, let's call him Mr. White," Mandi said, walking over to him.

"Daddy?" said Lily in a tiny squeak. She couldn't help herself, Cassius imagined, but he could hear the fear in the girl's voice.

"Wait your turn, Lily," snapped a rasping voice behind Cassius.

Mandi ignored them for a while and instead inspected the unconscious man. She turned his head in her hand like it was a doll. She looked at it as though she were trying to actually see something in his skull. "It's not his blood," she said to no one in particular. "Some of my pets were out looking for little rats like these two, and Mr. White waited in a closet with a rifle. I felt the bullet myself. Felt it rip through my own shoulder just like it did to my poor Bull. Don't worry, takes a great deal more than a bad aim and shaky trigger finger to hurt Bull. The intent though, that I can't allow to go unpunished. This rotten soul gets a special treat before I rip it out of this decrepit old husk. Wake up!" She violently slapped the old man, and he instantly awoke.

Bleary eyed, he took in the scene before him. Horror took hold of his face. "You fucking bitch!" he shouted and spat at Mandi. A blur of darkness whisked past Cassius. Mr. White's head snapped back against the dolly, held there by a hairy, clawed hand.

Cassius had not yet believed anything he had seen, but this was too much. The creature that had righted his table, and raked those claws against his own shoulders, was a giant wolfbeast. It snarled at the old man, fangs inches from the human's neck. "That's enough!" Mandi said. The hound cowed and with a suspicious look at Cassius, backed out of the room. Mandi turned her attention back to Mr. White. "You should really watch that tongue of yours. You've created quite a stir among my servants." She wiped the old man's expectorate off her shoulder.

She left him and walked over to Cassius. His eyes followed her as she moved, entranced by her proximity. "You were in pain," she whispered to him. "All those bad memories, all that devastation, carrying it around in you. I heard you calling, trapped in a nightmare where you couldn't save everyone." She leaned in close to him, pressing her warm hand against his chest as the final bonds fell away from him, and his feet touched the ground. "I can take all of that away. You'll never remember what they made you do."

"Lily, Christ what have they done to you?" Mr. White said. "You monsters better not have laid a hand on her. That what you've brought this darkie in her for? Going to have him rape my baby girl?"

Cassius bristled with anger, "What did you call me old man?"

"Boy, cover yourself when you speak to me," the man said. Spitting again at the feet of the unbound pair.

"All his life," Mandi said, "this one has been mired in his hate for other people. It's chased him the world over. He thinks you're a beast, a jungle born animal ready to ruin his proper place of dominance in the world. And he tried to teach his bigoted ways to his pure and lovely daughter, Lily." Mandi walked over to the naked woman, chained to the other table. "And she believed him, all through her head and her hands, but down in that wet little snatch of hers, she always wondered what those big black men her daddy warned her about would feel like. What would it feel like if one pushed her down on the floor and fucked her like the little bitch she is." Mandi had climbed on top of Lily and the smaller girl was squirming beneath her.

"You shut your filthy whore mouth," the father shouted. "Look, you, I may have said some things about your kind, but you're not like her. She's a monster. You saw that thing in here a minute ago, that's only the beginning. They're demons! Things from your nightmares! You're free, just...you can do something, help us."

Cassius heard the man's words, but he was too occupied by Mandi's invasive presence to do anything about them. The red head delicately removed the blonde's blindfold and tossed it aside. Lily stared up at the buxom woman above her, the lacy top doing little to hide the woman's immense breasts. With a few more deft hand movements, Mandi freed the girl of her manacles and then swiveled around on top of her to unfasten her ankles. Cassius became aware of his throbbing erection as Mandi's huge tits swayed below her perfect form as she worked on the chains. Lily caught the scent of the woman's pussy, and it boiled in her mind. Mandi turned again and laid down on the table beside Lily, cradling the woman in her arms.

"You can choose," Mandi said. "I plucked you out of the world, and you're free to return to it. Go out that door and follow the hallway to the end, leave this place and walk through the woods to the edge of town. Once you pass that barrier, you will forget everything that happened here. You'll remember it as a crazy night where you mixed too many pills with too much booze. Or you can stay here and let all those bad memories wash away."

Cassius eyed the door. He saw the older man pleading to him from the edge of the room, slightly rocking back and forth on the heavy dolly. "What would I have to do?" Cassius asked, his hands balling into fists. He wasn't about to harm the girl or anyone else.

"Only what Lily here asks you to do," Mandi replied. "And believe me, she's going to be a hard one to resist."

Mandi reached behind her to the strong plastic clasp holding her top on. Cassius and Lily, and even Mr. White watched with bated breath as the goddess slowly lowered the top away. Cassius expected the breasts to flop and droop, but they remained pert and wonderfully teardrop shaped. His mouth watered as a dollop of pink fluid seeped from her left nipple. She brought her hands up to squeeze her tits as her head reclined in pleasure. "I think that's the longest I've kept them in clothes in weeks...unghh. Now, it's time to take your milk baby girl."

Lily nosed her way between the magnificent breasts, leaving a trail of grateful kisses in the valley between the two orbs. With a light lick, her tongue took in the single drop of milk, then she latched on and took a long suck, feeling the warm liquid flow into her mouth and begin to work its magic on her body.

"Abomination!" yelled the girl's father. "What have you done to her?"

Cassius did not realize he was moving until his hand stung from the slap he'd given Mr. White. He readied to strike the man again when soft hands wrapped around his muscular midsection. The soft breasts pressed into his back. He turned to look at Mandi. "You did that for me?" she said in a cloying voice. "Here, a dab will do you." She took a droplet from her nipple and brought it up to the black man's lips.

The liquid slid over his tongue and down into his body. A faint, warm tingle spread out to his limbs, and his cock twitched with excitement. The desire to throw Mandi on the empty table and spend hours ravishing her started to seize him, but knew he had a more specific purpose. She no longer spoke aloud, but he could still hear the whisper of her voice, "You will get all of me and more, but first you must do this." He committed to her fully and all his haunting memories faded away. His bright, white eyes turned to young woman writhing on the table behind his new mistress.

***

Lily's skin boiled. Her vision had gone cloudy and voices shouted in her mind. She identified her father's in the cacophony. He plead and wept, a pathetic old man for whom she felt nothing. She chased another voice, a beautiful one, singing a song that she loved.

Reality came back to her slowly. Some time had passed. Her father remained tied to the dolly, but Mandi had left the room. Lily knew her mistress still watched. She could feel her eyes peering inside of her. The black man she had so briefly spoken with earlier waited nearby. He stood in a military pose, completely naked, his form muscular and dark. The man was a statue, silent and uncaring. Lily's eyes combed over his body, savoring the sight of his tensed muscle and ebony skin. Her eyes lingered on his flaccid penis, and she was disappointed.

A small ember of resentment festered inside of her. She remembered her father's taunts and jeers, telling her how he would be worried about his daughter getting taken away by some blacky, but she was too flat for their kind. This beautiful man stared at her with unfocused eyes, uncaring about her sleek frame. She always admired her own body, despite its shortcomings in curves. Her breasts were small but round and pert, and her waist was fit and slim. Clearly it did not interest this man, though.

"Am I not good enough to fuck?" she demanded, snapping back to reality. The thrum of music had grown louder. Her father stopped yelling, surprised by the sound of the word in his daughter's voice. "Is this body not to your liking?" Cassius continued to stare at her, but his eyes went through her instead of raking over her form. She pouted, drawing her legs up to her chest as she sat on the table. She swiveled towards him and slowly parted her knees, revealing the wet pink flesh between her thighs. "What's it going to take to get that big black cock to fuck me?"

"Jesus Christ, Lily, you watch your damn mouth!" her father shouted.

Her eyes flicked to him, they burned with rage. "I have heard enough of your ranting. Be. Silent."

A sharp sting pierced through Mr. White's tongue. He started to rail against her, chastise her for speaking against her father, but his words didn't come. Not even the sound of rushing air could be heard as he tried to scream, his eyes pleading for help. His daughter smirked at him.

"Now, let's see. What brings all those black boys to their knees? How about a big, thick, juicy ass?"

She turned around on the table, showing her ass to Cassius. The flat, bony visual did little to inspire him, but his eyes moved as she began to rub her own ass cheeks. "What is that crap my daddy used to say? All those times he thought I wasn't listening, while he was watching football with his friends, talking about those big blacks and their mates. He'd say, 'You know why they like big asses, right? Cause that's the only way they know how to fuck, like animals.' Stupid old fool, everyone likes a big, bouncy ass." As she spoke, her ass started to grow, becoming rounder and rounder, flaring out beyond her tiny waist. She would slap the supple flesh, sending a small jiggle through the newly enormous cheeks. She arched her back and spread her legs a little wider, showing her desired mate the wet cleft underneath the deliciously thick cheeks.

Cassius moved slightly. His eyes focused on the round orbs in front of him, within reach of his hands. A voice whispered, "wait, just a bit longer...she has to say it." He shifted his weight, and his eyes unfocused.

Lily looked over her shoulder at the man. She bounced her new ass up and down for him, waggling it like bait. Again she pouted. Glancing over at her father, she saw that tears were dripping down his cragged face. She rolled her eyes. "Not enough for you stud? Maybe you're a titty man." She got off the table and walked over too him. He was a goliath, she barely came up to his chin. She peered up at him from a steep angle, her wide eyes batting innocently. Her body was close enough to feel the heat radiating from his flesh. She longed to touch him, but something held her back. She wanted him to touch her first.

Again she started to massage her own flesh. Kneading her breasts sent sparkles coursing throughout her body, and with each revolution of her hands, she found herself holding more and more flesh. "Come on big boy...what's it going to take? Look at these big milky white titties, wouldn't you like to rub that big thick cock of yours on them, squirt some cum on the rosy nipples?" One hand snaked down to her pussy and started to rub, pleasure clouding her mind. "I want it..." she whined.

Cassius cocked his head to the side and looked down at her. "Want what?"

Lily finally smiled and understood, "I want you to fuck me. I want your black dick filling me up with cum. I want to be your little white girl slut. Please fuck me, pretty please?"

Cassius moved with bizarre agility. In one motion, he lifted Lily from the ground and dropped her back on the table. He flipped her over with ease, pulling her ass against his midsection. She felt his cock rapidly swelling, rising up against her inner thighs, causing her to get even wetter. He took a moment to admire the sight of the young white girl, on all fours, desperate to be fucked doggy style by a stranger she had been taught to hate. Eager, she rocked back towards him, squishing her pillowy ass against his rock hard abs. He reveled in the feeling of it, his mind riddled with pleasure as her wet sex slid along the top of his shaft. It took all his restraint to not pin her down and fuck her, an unneeded restraint left over from his life as a moral man.

Lily shuddered as the tip of his cock slipped briefly between her folds. He pulled back to tease her. He swatted her left cheek sharply, leaving a pink handprint and sending a bolt of pleasure through her body. He gripped her hips, just above where her luscious ass tapered into her lithe middle. His expansive hands could almost envelop her waist entirely. With slow precision, he guided her back onto his cock, inch by slow inch. She wailed in pleasure as he bottomed out in her.