And So, Another Two Years of Torment — Forced Milking
The passage leading to the outside world had collapsed, and the Red Colossus—having manifested only half-formed—could no longer return to its original realm either.
The moment the Colossus's divine authority, the very pillar that had upheld the cult, lost its power, the organization known as the Red Cult crumbled into ruin.
"Yes. That woman is... the culprit behind all of this...?"
"She is. Consume her flesh at once."
Bloody and broken, Antares was laid before the Colossus's great eye, lifting her head with ragged breaths.
Three resurrected Guardian Stars surrounded her.
"So you... won."
"You insolent bitch!!"
Crack!
Acrab brought her leather whip down across Antares's back. The wounds that had barely begun to regenerate split open anew, fresh blood spraying in every direction.
"Ngh...! The Colossus manifested incompletely—its power is spent, and it will be reduced to nothing but a lesser god! And you'll all vanish along with it! Can't you feel it? That deadening weakness that makes it a struggle just to hold your own bodies together!"
"You shameless whore!!"
Thud! Crack! Crack!
Even after stomping Antares's head into the ground again and again, Acrab's fury would not abate; she lashed her whip across the unconscious woman's body over and over.
Smack! Smack! CRAACK!! Smack!
"If only you! hadn't harbored! treason in your heart! the Colossus could have manifested in full! How dare a criminal! how DARE! speak of our lord!"
"That is enough."
At the Colossus's voice, Acrab lowered her whip and bowed her head.
"The woman speaks no falsehood. But... a chance yet remains for us."
The Colossus lifted Antares with telekinesis and tore away what little remained of her clothing.
"From this moment, you Guardian Stars shall sleep until the appointed time. You must conserve your strength."
"And will that allow you to endure, Lord Colossus?"
"No. That alone will not suffice."
From the earth rose a great wall of flesh, an orb of living tissue that pulsed and quivered ceaselessly like a breathing creature. The Colossus placed Antares inside it.
Countless tentacles within cinched her limbs tight.
"In the age when I was whole, I bestowed upon this woman a blessing that made her milk flow without end. It is inferior to blood and flesh... but it shall yet fill my hunger."
Tentacles burst from the flesh wall and seized Antares's breasts.
"Ngh?! Wh-what... what IS this? Tentacles?!"
The pain jolted her back to her senses. Antares glanced around with her one remaining eye—and quickly spotted a pair of tentacles advancing toward her chest.
Tentacles tipped with mouths brimming over with thick slime. Tongues lolling, they crept toward her breasts.
"NOOOO!!"
Endless slime oozed from the tentacles coiling around my body. The stench made my head swim, and the stuff was so thick and viscous it turned my stomach.
"Swallow it."
But it was the only food I could stomach.
I would sooner die than eat it, so I clamped my mouth shut—until a tentacle wrenched my jaws apart and poured the slime straight down into my guts.
"Ghk! Cough! Hack! Haa... How long do you think you can keep your body going on this?"
"So you still have strength left to defy me."
One of the tentacles jutting from the flesh wall struck my breast hard.
The blow left the skin red and swollen, and a scream of raw agony tore itself from my lips before I could stop it.
"Kyaaaaaagh!! You... accursed bastard..."
"How amusing. I am the body that bestows curses. It is you who should be receiving them."
Soon the tentacles coiled around my chest like serpents and began to writhe, one after another.
"Nngh..."
"You know full well that enduring changes nothing, do you not?"
"I'll struggle until the very moment I die. Even a little will drag at your ankles!"
"I wonder how long that spirit of yours will last."
As pearly-white droplets began to bead and trickle from the tips of my nipples, a second tentacle lifted its head before me. Within its grotesque mouth crowded countless nubs, and behind them three repulsive tongues squirmed and slithered.
"Tch! Get this thing off me!"
My body thrashed on pure reflex. Hands, legs—I fought with everything I had.
But just as before, my body wouldn't budge an inch. All I could do was scream.
"Take it away! NOW!!"
The Colossus gave no answer. The tentacle simply bit down on my breast.
"AAAAAAGH!! Nngh! It hurts..."
It was nothing—nothing—like the feeling of expressing milk for Paula.
From the revulsion of being milked by the thing I despised, down to the crushing strength of the tentacles wrenching at my chest as if to tear it from my ribs.
Nothing but pain swallowed me whole.
"Scream. Wail. You are the one feeding the very thing that seeks to kill your child."
"Nngh! No... Paula..."
Spurt—! Spurt!
Against my will, my cursed breasts spewed forth milk without end. Everything that gushed from my chest was drawn up through the tentacle's mouth and carried to the Colossus.
"Tasteless. Compared to blood, it has no flavor at all."
As the tentacles stroked my fingers, my legs, the Colossus cried out in a voice scorched by thirst.
"Right now—this very instant—I would drown my throat in the red blood running through your veins rather than this flavorless milk..."
"Fine! Drink it, then. Tear me limb from limb and drink!"
"Did you think I would fall for provocation?"
Every wound I took was healed by the Colossus's own power. Devouring me, in other words, would be no different from it eating its own flesh to stave off its starvation.
The Colossus knew this too, and so it could not harm me. Instead, whenever that burning thirst surged up, it squeezed my chest all the harder and demanded more.
"Aaaahhnn! My breasts... they're going to tear right off..."
God, I wished they would. Then the Colossus would burn even more of itself away trying to heal me.
But the things I wished for almost never came true.
"Paula..."
Still, it was all right. I had granted one wish—the one I had wanted with everything I was.
"Please... stay safe..."
Over the two years that followed, the Colossus's power withered away.
Part of it was the insufficient quantity—but more than that, the milk was not the blood and flesh that fed its strength, and so its very existence grew thin and faded. The pressure of its presence decayed until it hardly seemed like a god at all anymore.
"Hungry... hungry... I need blood..."
Its hunger, meanwhile, swelled fat on every moment of its captivity.
"Ohh...♡ Hoo...nngh...♡"
But none of that made my suffering any lighter.
As it weakened, the Colossus's milking softened into something almost like a caress. Half a year of it had remade my breasts and nipples into erogenous zones more sensitive than my clitoris.
Yet the moment I felt myself hurtling toward climax, the Colossus's tentacle would stroke my lower belly.
"Seal."
"Nngh! It hurts... my pussy's burning up...♡"
Ever since it learned that my climaxing drained my strength and harmed it in turn, the Colossus had sealed away my senses every time I reached the brink.
The feeling rolling up my spine, the heat threatening to burst from my belly, even the shock hammering through my brain—all of it was forcibly put to sleep.
What remained was pleasure left hanging, maddening and incomplete.
"Hiiiiick♡ Just... just kill me, damn you!"
But the Colossus didn't so much as answer, sucking my milk without end. All it wanted was my milk—it never once touched between my legs, and that made the torment all the worse.
My sex, spread wide and aching for stimulation, quivered erratically, dripping honey without pause.
"Hungry. Hungry... HUNGRY!"
"N-no.... Not again.... Noooo!! Anything but that— mmph?!"
The tentacles, gone berserk all at once, coiled around my entire body.
This was the binge-starvation of two years' hunger. Whenever the Colossus lost its reason to hunger, far more tentacles than usual set upon me with brutal greed.
"Ooohhhoooot?!♡♡♡ Pweathe♡, thtop thucking my breashts♡ p-pweathe..."
Knowing it was pointless, I begged anyway, and the Colossus ignored me and kept drinking. Two years of being sucked without rest, and still my milk poured out, never running dry.
"MORE! Give me more! Quench my thirst, I say!!"
"I'll hgive ith all to you♡ I'll give ith♡ sho pweathe, be gentle— nngh...?! n-not my... nippl... pweathe don't... bite...♡"
"This is YOUR doing! You made me into this! You reduced me to this decay!"
"I'm tho shorry! I-it wath my fault! P-please, at leatht let me go! My puthy hurth tho much..."
But I could never be let go. My climax meant the Colossus's thirst.
Just when I thought I'd feel the agony of another climax being smothered, the tentacles' ceaseless stimulation of my chest roused the very peak that had just been put to sleep.
Trapped in this infinite wheel where even unconsciousness was denied me, all I could do was spew one obscene cry after another.
"Oh?!♡ Ohhk?!♡ Ohhn?!♡"
"P-Paula.... You, at least... I'll never— nnhik?!♡"
Even drowning in the pain of pleasure, I clung to her name, mouthing it over and over, struggling with everything left in me not to forget.