**Note:** This is the **first episode** of an **undetermined amount**. You can follow the story, [here](https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/JasonHonz). ​ Name: Anya Gender: Futanari Age: 23 Height: 5 Feet. 9 Inches. Weight: 210lbs. Body Type: Thick, Toned, & Curvy. Hip Span: Wide. Cup Size: Large C. Size: 14in. Girth: 3in. Skin Tone: Milky Pale. Hair: Ginger. Straight. Bra-length. Eyes: Pale blue. Mods: None. Extras: N/A Orientation: Pansexual. Status: Dominant. Personality: Kinky. Bold. Sadistic. Indulgent. Kinks: Excessive cum. Cum-dumping. Deepthroat. Anal. Objectification. Also In: N/A ​ ​ Name: Elijah Gender: Male (Femboy) Age: 19 Height: 5 Feet. 6 Inches. Weight: 120lbs. Body Type: Slender. Hip Span: Narrow. Cup Size: N/A Size: 12in. Girth: 2in. Skin Tone: Peachy Pale. Hair: Black. Shoulder-length. Straight. Eyes: Brown. Mods: Septum Piercing. Extras: N/A Orientation: Pansexual. Status: Switch. 50% Sub. 50% Dom. Personality: Feisty. Bratty. Resilient. Kinks: Cum-dumping. Worship. Oral. Anal. Also In: N/A ​ ​ At the foot of Anya’s king size bed, the ginger vixen held back her laughter as she fought against her submissive’s struggles, desperate in his whining protest to have the magnetic gag ring latched around his head. Through a series of fortunate (or rigged, though her sub wouldn’t know until it was too late) dice rolls, Anya, a ruthless dungeon master had succeeded in luring her poor sub Elijah, or Eli in the realm of the D&D campaign they were running, to a Mimic - a stealthy monster that could disguise itself as an inanimate object, most often that of a chest. Sitting at the end of her bed, Anya kept a clear, medium-sized chest – though large enough to just barely cram a certain femboy inside less than comfortably. She’d blindfolded him, imitating the darkness of the cavern she’d guided him through as his dungeon master, until she’d gotten him in front of the chest, his dice rolls allowing him to find and light a torch that previous explorers had left behind. Looking to her in an uncertain plea, more than a little familiar with the sadistic chest, Elijah took his chances with a dice roll, knowing better than to think his mistress would allow the campaign to end there. But that ended in his foolish attempt to open the monstrous chest, his wrists and torso being caught by the monster’s thick and slimy tentacles to be dragged inside. Lifting him up, Anya haphazardly stuffed the slender boy inside the chest, immediately reaching for the magnetic gag ring she had in her pocket, cramming it into his mouth and rushing to get it latched behind his head of shoulder-length raven hair. “Nngh! Rroollgh! Sl - ugh! Cut t-tentac-kh!” Elijah whined, desperately trying to squeeze what was probably his last roll out before he met his doom. Anya snickered as she fastened the gag in place, pulling the buckle tight before standing up and kneeling one knee against Elijah’s back, forcing him into a tight fettle position before he could try to claw his way out of the chest. Taking the dice from her pocket, Anya humored Elijah with a roll, the both of them watching in still silence as the dice shuffled across the hardwood. Elijah’s eyes widened when seeing the resulting numbers, whining out around the gag ring and thrashing against Anya’s knee as she laughed, holding the back of his head and holding him down as her free hand moved to yank down his shorts, exposing his ass and the flat end of the butt plug that was snugly wedged in it. *“The sound of grunting and struggling filled the hollow chambers of the cavern as Eli fought against the vice grip of the Mimic, his attempt at slicing through the tentacles that held him, his dagger knocked from his hand and clattering against the rocky floor,”* Anya snickered through her grunts, working to keep Elijah’s flailing arms and hands inside the chest. Pulling out the anal plug, Anya licked her upper lip as she replaced it with one of the tentacle-like silicone cocks, lacing it into the chest from the outside, through a hole on the right side. Elijah cried out when the fat cock head was jammed in, Anya working it in deep enough that letting go – or his struggles - wouldn’t cause it to fall out. *“The Mimic growls, snarling with persistence as it hastens its takedown, eager to begin its mating ritual - known to last for up to* ***48 hours***\*,”\* Anya moaned, shoving her sub’s head back down into the chest through his struggles, reaching into her bosom for the small remote that controlled the chest, its tentacles, and the magnetic gag ring strapped to Elijah’s whining mouth. “Gaaaghh! Annhh!” Elijah pleaded. “NNH!” He yelled when the gag ring was turned on, his face snapping to the carved, magnetic hole on the left side of the chest. Anya groaned a grunt as she swiftly slammed the chest closed, finally tucking Elijah’s hands and arms inside long enough to do so. Fastening and locking it from the outside, Anya moaned in anticipation as she pushed her hair back from her face, panting with a mischievous smile as she listened to Elijah’s panicked, whimpering struggles, the chest rattling against the floor from his movements inside - all of which she could see thanks to the clear makeup of the chest. His hands and arms slapped against the sides of the chest, which barely gave him any room to move at all. Licking her lips, Anya sighed as she reached for a second tentacle-like silicone cock, gnawing at her bottom lip in arousal as she shoved it into the chest’s hole, now attached to Elijah’s pried open mouth. *“It seeks out one hole, then another, filling each it can find of its prey, specious unknown to it. It wants to make sure the breeding is successful, penetrating deeply in search of eggs,”* Anya went on, panting. “Khh! Ngh! Khh!” Elijah gagged as the girth was shoved into his mouth, Anya corking its cock-head into his throat. “Mmm,” Anya moaned as she pushed the length a little deeper for good measure, watching it bulge out Elijah’s throat before sitting back and gazing at the clear chest, watching with a blissful sigh. Elijah’s wide eyes locked with hers as she sat back, toying with the remote - and his fate - in her hand. Smiling with her tongue flattened against the roof of her mouth, Anya winked as she rolled her thumb over one of the dials, a chill running through her as Elijah’s squeals and whimpered kicked up a notch, the silicone cock-tentacles starting to pump in and out of him on their own at a quick pace. “Gh! Ngh! Kh!” Elijah gagged, his hands clawing and pushing at the inside of the cramped chest. “Fuck,” Anya hissed as she leaned back, dipping into her leggings and pulling out her hard-on of 14 inches. Putting down the remote, Anya instead took her cock into her hands and started pumping, pale blue gaze glued to the chest and the sadistic wonders that went on within. Her brows furrowed, trying to pump in time with the ministrations of the silicone tentacles, groaning every few seconds when a spurt of precum shot out. *“Eli’s gags and whimpers could be heard throughout the winding tunnels of the - Ahn\~ - caverns. They fall on deaf ears, as the companions he’d gotten separated from were nowhere to be found. Had they found the way out? Or had they fallen victim to the same fate?”* Anya giggled in a breathy exhale as she pumped harder, scrambling to grab the remote with her free hand, turning up the speed and penetration level of the tentacles and moaning out in unison with Elijah’s corresponding cries, watching as his throat and now stomach bulged with the depths of the tentacles’ penetration. Pumping faster, she fell back onto the floor, back arching as her eyes met the ceiling, letting herself be washed over with pleasure, her cock twitching with every rattle of the locked chest against the wood floor, knowing that her downstairs neighbors could hear it. “Oh, god,” she whined, reaching up with her free hand and groping at one of her breasts from over top her tank top, pinching and pulling at her erect nipples. “Fuck,” she hissed, feeling her sac tighten as she rushed to get back to her knees, moving over towards the rattling chest and pulling one of moving tentacles from Elijah’s throat with some effort, tossing it onto the floor and letting it continue to pump and wriggle at nothing. “Gasp! Guh! Nnguh! An - Gh! Khh! Kh!” Elijah gagged when Anya lined herself up and plunged herself into his throat, slamming it down into its depth with abandon and immediately throwing her hips into a bestial pace. Clutching and leaning onto the chest with pinched brows, Anya’s eyes closed as she hammered away, completely focused on reaching her orgasm- which at this point, Elijah already had, thanks to the pounding silicone mass in his ass, painting his shorts and his own stomach with his load. Elijah’s throat bulged again at the entrance of Anya’s girth and length, his eyes rolling back as she thrusted into the chest, which at this point, was nothing more than a toy, just like the femboy trapped inside. “*Yes*,” she hissed, thrusting faster, harder, deeper, her ginger hair falling over her shoulders and chest as she shamelessly indulged herself. “Almost ... Nnnnh ..... Hngh!” She grunted, slapping her hips flush with the side of the chest and smiling as her orgasm erupted. Pressing her hips up against the chest, she sighed in content, pushing her hair back from her face and chest again as she felt Elijah frantically start swallowing, hoping that if he milked her well, she’d spare him the possible 48 hours of life inside that chest of horrors. “Mmm, such a good boy,” Anya purred, leaning against the chest and allowing Elijah to milk her, her skin littered with goosebumps as she listened to him suck and gulp and sputter, her cum starting to ooze from his nostrils and the stretched corners of his mouth. Reaching down to grab the wriggling silicone tentacle, Anya smirked, a glint in her eye as she suddenly pulled away. “But you know better to think that that’s enough,” she mused as she crammed the thrusting tentacle back into Elijah’s mouth, stuffing back down its throat and letting it thrust itself deeper as she sat back onto her ass, giggling as she locked eyes with the pleading brown ones of her prey - or rather, the Mimic’s prey. Sighing, she let her head fall back as she caught her breath, strands of her fiery ginger hair sticking to her now slightly clammy skin, having worked up a sweat. “Mmh,” Anya moaned in a sigh, smiling as she licked her upper lick, the last bits of her orgasm spurting out onto the floor. “And here I was thinking that I wouldn’t get enough use out of this thing,” she giggled with a tired shake of her head, reaching for the remote and cranking up the output yet again, biting her lower lip in a thrill as she watched and listened to the chest’s rattling pick up, the silicone tentacles pummeling in and out of her poor sub, who’s limbs were thrashing about as much as the cramped space would allow, eyes tearing as the tentacles forced their way deeper still. “KHH! NGH! MMPH! NGH!” Elijah screamed, begging his mistress for mercy, even when knowing well enough that she had none to give. Caressing the button furthest to the bottom, Anya’s brows rose in anticipation before finally pushing it, her cock jumping when the silicone tentacles finally started pumping their thick, artificial load into either end of Elijah, still pumping away at their vicious pace and depths. “*Yeah*,” Anya moaned, shivering and loosely stroking her shaft. Elijah’s eyes rolled back as his body spasmed in the confined space, his stomach swelling as he was rapidly filled to the brim - and then some, the tentacles connected to a multiple-gallon tank beneath Anya’s king-sized bed, ensuring the lifelike experience of a *48 hour* Mimic mating ritual. “KHHH!! GURGLE! GURGLE!” “I don’t know where you put it all, Elijah,” Anya smirked, watching as if in a trance, her cock twitching between her legs as her arousal spiked again. “Wouldn’t it be fun if we had someone else to play with? You know ... a proper D&D party?” She sighed, standing up and moving to sit atop the rattling chest, her body buzzing from the vibrations of both its movement and Elijah’s gurgling screams from within. “KHH! GH! GH!” “Mm ... You’d think there’d be some people interested on campus ...” Anya mumbled to herself, crossing her arms atop her bent knees, her eyes widening in realization a moment later. “Oh ... ! We should start a club! I bet there are people that are interested. I mean, it’s D&D, after all. surely we can’t be the only ones that like a little fun in our campaigns,” she nodded, pushing herself up to stand, tucking her cock back into her black leggings. “Then it’s settled. I’ll go register the club and put some flyers up,” Anya decided, making her way towards her bedroom door. Looking over her shoulder with a smirk, she gave a mocking wink, pressing another button on the remote and watching the chest’s transparency disappear. “You can finish the campaign without me, right?” The clear body of the chest was replaced with that of a solid colored brown one, thus concealing Elijah from the world. Or at least, the *sight* of him. Elijah’s gurgling screams continued to fill the room, the tentacles still pummeling and pumping away at either of his holes, filling both him and the chest, from its plentiful excess, with cum. “I knew you could,” Anya mockingly praised as she tucked the remote back into her bosom, turning off the light and closing the door behind her. *Their world was about to get a whole lot bigger.* ​ ​ **Note:** This is the **first episode** of an **undetermined amount**. You can follow the story, [here](https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/JasonHonz). Thanks for reading! ​ ​ **JASON J. HONZ** Futanari/Lesbian erotica writer. 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