The pit
By Elascan  elaw3670@gmail.com 
A small girl, a big man, a huge monster, and a colossal surprise.


The walls, the ceiling (piping, moss and slime), could have been a thousand
years old. Wails of the dying and ubiquitous dripping assaulted the ears;
mold, vomit and piss, the nostrils. The heat and humidity, cage within the
cage, pressed forever down. Where there was light it was impromptu, fashioned
from whatever was handy. Here a torch flickered, set where two stone blocks
taller than a man had begun to separate; there a fusion light salvaged from
the maintenance bay of a Star Freighter sparked uneasily, its superstring
fluctuator dying. Everything was dying. Death hung not just in the air, but in
the psyche. Combatants were sent to the Prison Pits of Erganon to die, and the
pit died right along with them. Only, for them, death meant release. The pit
died eternally.

Methram was new. Less than a day ago he was thrown down the worked stone
tunnel to his cell. Fields of tunnels dotted the otherwise desolate, grey
surface of Erganon. The three man transport had to engage its jump thrusters
every time one zipped beneath. There must have been a thousand of them. The
constant shift in G-force had Methram and the two guards in a continual lurch.
Their muted grey camos billowed as though caught in a slow wind. Ammunition,
explosives, and killing instruments of every kind clinked with a steady
cadence. They stared hard at him, scowls calcified on their countenance. It
betrayed a deep love for their jobs. Their faces fit a scowl like a torpedo
fit its tube. Methram could tell they wanted him to hit the compression latch
on the transport. Wanted any excuse to use the singularity blasters, long as
push brooms and wide as garbage cans, cradled like lovers in their arms. To
Methram, Erganon's surface was the reception parlor of hell. He couldn't
imagine spending all his time here.

"Take a good look," the guard, holding him by the scruff of the neck, said,
"last time you'll ever see the sky." He chuckled as he shoved Methram into the
tunnel to the pit. It took all kinds.

Methram opened his eyes, shook away the unpleasant memory, and stared into
nothing. The emaciated light creeping from the corridor failed to illuminate
the ceiling of his cell. He heard a faint sound like laundry going down a
chute. He shifted his gaze to the locus of the darkness. There, lost in the
dark, was the exit point of the tunnel. The sound grew in intensity, becoming
more than one: sliding, a young girl screaming, and an other-worldly howl that
made him wish he had his own singularity blaster. The sounds grew louder and
louder. The sliding passed right over his head and stopped. A massive shadow
plummeted past his view and hit the floor with a loud slap. Something rose to
its full height like a black-water tidal wave. No, it was stooping. It had to
be the height of three men. The massive shadow shifted. A horrifying visage
materialized from the darkness. The head was a hairless variation of an
ancient mammal from Earth Prime; a bear. But it had strange appendages growing
out of its face. They looked like long, white worms, over a dozen of them.
They moved independently of each other. Each would freeze in place, whip
around with alarming speed, then abruptly freeze again. Behind them a pair of
eyes glowed like hot coals. The thing grinned broadly; revealing teeth like
daggers, long as Methram's hand, dripping with slaver. It spoke in a sonic
boom, "prefight snack." A huge arm overstuffed with muscle shot out. It had no
hand to speak of, instead its arm ended in more white worm appendages. Covered
in mucus, they enwrapped Methram's throat with a sickening slurping sound. His
eyes popped as the worms pulled tight, cutting off air and blood. Methram
grabbed the thing's arm. Methram's 27 inch biceps exploded with power as he
struggled to relieve his throat. He was grossly outmatched. The thing lifted
him like he was in zero gravity. Its own bicep, the size of a large Earth
Prime pumpkin, showed no sign of strain. He was not about to give up without a
fight. He frantically probed the mass of worms, trying to find the end of one.
A deeper darkness began to creep into the edges of his vision.

The thing howled. This howl was different from the one it made in the tunnel.
This one held no rage. It was a howl of shock and pain. Methram hacked as it
released its crushing grip on his throat. He fell fifteen feet to the floor.
His back screamed in pain, pressing his hand into it, he looked up. Over the
thing's monstrous erect penis was a slender, feminine hand. The hand pressed
harder, the thing howled in pain again, reaching down and grabbing an arm that
was hidden in shadow. The thing gritted its dagger teeth and made a noise of
strenuous effort, like the rumbling of a volcano. Nothing happened. The thing
seemed unable to pull whatever stood behind it. Methram's imagination drew a
portrait of an even more nightmarish beast, twice the size of the bear head
thing, with hands of a tiny human girl. A voice came from back there, "I don't
need a grialzag in my cell. You're too gross. But I simply love this oh so
wonderful penis you have on you. What a big boy. I will have to keep this, if
you don't mind, honey. Oh, silly me, what am I saying? You aren't going to
miss it." Girly giggling followed the words. If they came from another
monster, it had a future in teeny bop. The bear thing was lifted into the air.
Holding it was a teenaged girl, almost. Her skin betrayed her alien nature. It
was some sort of primary color. Hard to tell which in the weak light, but
Methram though it was a sky blue or something close. She was completely nude.
Light hair, platinum blonde probably, fell to the small of her back, a
matching puff sitting neatly between her legs. The "grialzag" thrashed wildly.
One sickening sound of ripping flesh later she held an erection longer and
wider than her arm, torn flesh oozing a dark sludge. The girl lifted the
monster, bigger than the transport Methram had rode in on, over her head with
one hand. Methram had to shield his ears against the grialzag's howling. It
reached down and grabbed her by the throat with both arms. Her face went red.
She tossed the penis against the wall, carefully noting where it landed. She
dropped it to the ground, disappearing behind its bulk. The thing's arms rose
until she appeared behind its head. She sat on its shoulders. Its
pumpkin-sized biceps shook with effort as it tried to pull her off. She seemed
ignorant of its struggles. She wrapped her thighs around its neck and leaned
forward, her perky breasts flattening on its bald head. She cupped her hands
beneath its chin and lifted. The grialzag howled its last. It flopped heavily
on its back. She stood up and tossed a head the size of her torso away.
Methram heard it thump against a cell wall in the darkness.

She walked to where Methram lay. Her bare feet slapped wetly against the cell
floor, leaving dark imprints of the thing's blood. She stood over him. He just
lay there, afraid to move. She smiled a sweet, innocent smile and said, "Hey
there, stranger, I'm Ceya," then, looking him slowly up and down, she added,
"You sure are a lot of man. Looks like I'll have something to grab onto at
night." She leaned over, gravity pulling on her perky breasts, and extended
her hand.

"Name's Methram. You some kind of super human?" Methram leaned up and extended
his own hand. She knelt, made an annoyed-schoolgirl face, and slapped his hand
away, extending her own the rest of the way into his pants.

"Oh wonderful," she purred as she stroked his cock, "you've got something
simply divine for me to ride." She looked at him and giggled, "We need to pass
the time in this boring old cell somehow."

Methram reached in and grabbed her arm with both of his. She frowned but made
no move, though she continued stroking. "Look," he said, "I'm flattered and
all, and you're real perty. I'm sure you'd be homecoming queen somewheres if
you weren't down here wit me. But my only daughter's older'n you. I can't do
this. It just ain't right. We humans got moral standards when it comes to this
stuff." He pulled, but she was so strong it was like trying to pull the arm
off a mechwarrior. Her face showed no sign that she even felt him pulling. She
went right back to smiling. He strained to pull her arm out of his underwear,
but he was nowhere near her strength. He reminded himself of what he just
watched her do to an enormous monster with terrible strength of its own. She
jerked him faster. He let go.

She looked him in the eye, "Sugar, I bet I'm older than you are," she said,
stroking his cock in a frenzy now.

He snorted.

She raised an eyebrow. The motion was all sex appeal on her. "How old are you
then, my Methram?"

"39."

She smiled triumphantly, "I'm 52 in Earth Prime years, you young little pup,
you." She growled the last part, jerking his dick faster. "You humans all
think we look like children. We just evolved around fewer resources than you,
so we look less... robust, I guess. But it made us turn out much stronger."

He grimaced. She caught the look and slowed down. He nodded, "thanks."

She smiled the cutest little smile, "I don't want to break my new toy before I
even have it out of the box, now do I?"

She let go of his penis and stared deeply into his eyes. Her irises where like
two sparkling rubies. She crawled forward on all fours and kissed him on the
cheek, soft and slow as a falling feather. She pulled back and looked at him
expectantly. When he made no move, she kissed him the same way on the other
cheek, pulling back with another expectant look. This time he reached his bear
claw hand around her slender neck and roughly pulled her lips to his. She
moaned softly as he pressed hard into her warm, full, goose down lips. She
tasted of apricots, surprising but not unpleasant. He brutally forced his
tongue into her mouth. It collided with hers, warm, wet steel, instantly
relenting. He felt around her mouth, reveling in her sweet taste. She pressed
her lips harder into his, forcing his head flat against the floor. He felt
points on all her teeth. His eyes opened wide. She saw his look and gently but
inevitably forced his tongue out of her mouth with her smaller one. She
smiled, revealing her pointed teeth. Methram couldn't believe he hadn't
noticed them earlier. She said, "Don't worry yourself to death, honey. I won't
bite," then she leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "Unless you want me
too."

She lightly kissed her way down his bare chest, then stomach; the silky soft
caress of her hair following. When she got to his waist, she tugged at his
pants, dislodging the memory elastic, and pulled them slowly down. She gently
tugged them past his feet and laid them on the floor of the cell, careful to
place them in a dry spot. She looked him in the eyes, smiled the most gleeful
smile he had ever seen, and snaked one hand under his ass crack. She lifted
him in the air. It looked easier for her than the grialzag.

"Hey!" He yelled.

She looked at him with wide eyes. "Hold on, baby, I'm just getting to the good
part." Her sweet smile disarmed him.

Her small hand pressed deep into the flesh of his underside. It felt sturdy as
the cell floor as she held him like a waitress holding a tray. She brought his
crotch to her face, grabbing his rock-hard dick with her other hand and
guiding it into her mouth. Even as small as she was, she was able to suck in
his full eight inches, her lips brushing his groin before she pulled back.
Smacking and slurping sounds echoed around the cell as she slowly pushed her
mouth over his cock and pulled it off. She moved faster and faster, still
holding him like a waitress held a tray with one tiny hand and no apparent
effort. Soon she was sucking his dick in a blur. He never felt her sharp
teeth.

Not long into her furious blow job, he said, "Ima blow." She ripped him out of
her mouth.

Her voice was a desperate plea, "oh honey, can't you please hold it for me? I
want this hard thing inside of me. I need it inside of me. I need a stiff cock
in this forsaken pit".

He grimaced, but nodded.

She put him down like a human girl would a fragile bird. He ran to the corner
and leaned his head against his arm. He put all his effort into forcing his
penis not to explode. He tried to think of things that would turn him off, but
his thoughts kept returning to the tiny nymph standing naked in his cell. He
forced himself to stare at the decapitated corpse of the monster, focusing on
its shredded neck and the sickening clump of worms growing out each of its
arms. His penis relented, hanging back down.

When he turned around, she was on her knees, her face flat against the floor,
her perfectly round, full ass thrust into the air. "Fuck me all ragged,
darling, make my world quake," she moaned.

He ran to her. His dick was hard by the time he knelt behind. He savagely
pressed his penis into her moist, warm pit. She screamed in ecstasy. Her
vagina swallowed and compressed his cock. She was as tight as she looked. He
rammed her hard, slapping loudly into her tight, round behind, sending ripples
through her blue skin like a wake behind a boat. He smashed into her soft blue
butt harder and harder. She mostly lay in submission, sighing, moaning, and
screaming in glee. Twice she lost herself and slapped back into him. Each time
the power of her ass made a slap ten times louder than those he made and sent
him flying back, colliding hard with the cell wall. He lay there and collected
himself as she apologized profusely. Each time they went right back to it.
Soon he again said, "Ima blow."

This time she screamed at him, "yes, ooooh baby, fill me up, fill me up."

He did. As he came he felt her juices run down his legs. When he was dry she
kept coming. His legs became waterfalls of her cum, ending in a lake on the
floor. She spun around and tackled him violently. She covered him in her warm
body, holding herself up as her tits and hair fell toward him. She ferociously
rubbed her pussy on his semi-erect cock, pressing it in. He yelled in pain and
pushed hard against her soft breasts, trying to push her off. She was too
strong for him. He could not budge her an inch. Finally she screamed and
shoved her pussy into his cock hard. She collapsed onto him. Sighing happily,
she wrapped her arms around him and peppered his bull neck with kisses. As
they lay there, holding each other in a pool of her cum, the cell door slid
open. Two enormous stone behemoths stood in the doorway. "Ceya and Methram.
You two fight next."