Kanoe stopped in her tracks as the massive creature rose from the water. She looked up at the thing unsure if she was afraid or glad that this thing was going to devour her whole. But fate had yet to be so kind to her as the monster suddenly fell into the water as the water churned as if the monster was struggling against something. It was then she finally saw the Baron of Gluttony.

The appearance was not what she expected. It was still a demon in the end though. The witch merely stood in place as the thing looked at her without eyes. Seeing the finger beacon her, she had no choice but to follow the thing deeper into its lair. It was another castle though this one was barely standing and could easily be mistaken for another part of the ruins. Her skin was crawling as she continued to trudge through the murky water.

She was unsure what to expect. For a creature with a near infinite appetite, it was more than likely going to turn her into a milking cow once more. Fingers stroke over her giant mammaries, already stretched from the excess milk that was building inside. Knowing that she was doomed to be with this disgusting thing, perhaps it would have been better to have never regained her sense of self afterall.

It couldn't be called a palace by any meaning of the word, the ruins ahead. As the Baron climbed up the steps, leaving the murky black water that covered virtually all of his domain behind, the demon entered what was left of the great arch and into the only room in all of the 'palace'. Instead of a throne or anything that would have denoted power and authority, there was only a vast table to be found, yet devoid of food or drinks. It was a fine remark on the state of the domain, of how the demon had truly consumed everything until there was nothing left. No walls surrounded them, no ceiling hung above them, nothing to obstruct the sight of a black swamp that went on forever all around them. But that, in itself, was a subtle statement. It was as if the Baron meant for the four corners of his domain to be the walls of his palace, the black skies above as his roof.

Glotoneria stopped beside the table, turning his sightless gaze back on the witch. It did not seem as if the monster would speak, or whenever he was even capable of speaking. Instead, a rumbling came from the creature, its monstrous hunger impossible to ignore. His mouth broke into a grotesque smile, grinning back at the witch, which only made him all the more disturbing. Another gesture from the Baron, his hand sweeping out toward the ornate table. His hunger rumbled yet again, clearly eager to partake in yet another feast. Females were just one of the few things he truly enjoyed, and from the look of the witch, it seemed that he was about to get an entire five-courses meal.

The only difference between the ruins she walked through and the ruins of the supposed palace is that fact she had a solid floor to walk on now and there was a table in the middle of it. Kanoe shivered, half soaked in dirty water and doubtful that a towel would be provided for her. The baron looked back at her and gave a wicked smirk that could mean a number of things, none of them good.

He did not seem capable of speech. After the mind games she dealt with, this was practically a blessing. The creature made a gesture towards the table. She could only assume she was to climb onto the table and be a meal for this beast. Sighing softly, she knew resisting was useless. Even if she could run, there was nothing but swamp in all directions and there was still the fact she had no way to return to her plane of existence. Still shivering from chills, she climbed onto the table and layed on her back. Perhaps she will just be devoured and be done with. Even if it was impossible, death seemed like a wonderful mercy at this point.

Watching the witch as she got onto the table and laid down on her back, seemingly as if she had finally given up on ever escaping this hell of her's, the Baron moved in front of her and leaned down as he got onto his knees. Lowering himself, the monster brought his hands under the witch's thighs, spreading them apart. It could not have been a pleasant feeling, feeling those disgustingly thin fingers of them, especially with all the loose flesh that barely stuck to them. Despite possessing no nose, the Baron inhaled as if savoring the scent of the female before her, 'seasoned' with all her years of abuse and rape. Despite lacking any eyes, it continued to look her over, leaving not a single part of her naked form ignored. In some ways, its siblings were worse than the Baron. But in other ways... Glotoneria was simply horrible to deal with.

Keeping her tantalizing thighs apart, the monster brought itself closer to her sex, a long tongue sliding out of his wide mouth. The tongue continued to snake out, impossibly large for any human but perhaps not for a demon born of gluttony. Its stomach rumbling yet again, the creature then brought its tongue up to the witch's cunt, allowing the tip to push past her nether lips. The slimy appendage writhed and moved all around within Kanoe, licking and slurping within her sex, savoring the witch's taste, long since mingled with the juices of so many others over the years. It was practically a cornucopia of flavors, making the Baron shiver with delight.

With her awareness and sense of self back, the witch was forced to endure the touch of this vile creature. She wondered how long she would be with this creature. Years like the last one? It was pointless to think about it. One master was no better or worse than the last. Kanoe remained still beyond a few shivers of disgust as the Baron explored her nude form. The motions seemed more like inspecting a piece of meat rather than exploring a new sex toy. She was uncertain if this thing would rape her or put her over a fire.

The answer came soon enough as her thighs were pulled apart. Her folds glistend with the muddy water from before. Despite the slimy fluids on her, the monster had no issues with sliding its long tongue deep inside her sex. "Nnngh!" she squirmed but did not pull away as the tongue explored and tasted her inner walls. The feeling of this creature fondling her body was nothing short of disgusting. She knew it would not be over anytime soon but the witch could not help but hope it would.

The Baron continued to slurp at his new toy's sex, relishing in the flavor of her cunt. Strangely enough, it seemed as if every slurp was beginning to affect the monster, as if every taste of the female's juices were giving him something to actually feed on. The very tips of his fingers began to bulge, swelling up into actual ones instead of the skeletal-thin fingers they had been earlier. It was not long before his hands followed suit, growing thicker and thicker. Even his toes and feet were beginning to change as well. Of all the demon lords, Glotoneria was the only one who had to feed regularly in order to sustain his own powers, his monstrous hunger forever weakening him. The price of his appetite for women was something no one would ever want to know. His stomach rumbling even louder, the demon brought a second tongue out of his mouth, allowing it to snake into the witch's cunt, filling her up further. Furthermore, these slimy tongues were not slick with any ordinary saliva but rather with an unique liquid that made his victims more and more vulnerable to him. The closest thing to this would have been aphrodisiacs, for indeed, her sex did begin to grow hotter and hotter, pangs of pleasure stabbing into her core. A third tongue soon appeared from the demon's wide mouth, joining the other two within her sex. Feeling quite stronger now, the Baron slid its hands under her ass, gripping it and pulling her closer toward his mouth in order to allow his tongues to slather more and more of her sex and insides with the demon's natural aphrodisiac.

"Ahh!" her body arched as on the table as a second tongue joined the first. Kanoe's passage was stretched wider as it was forced to take in both slimy appendages at once. The creature seemed to becoming less decrepit. What was once hanging skin had become solid muscle. The thing must be feeding off her juices but unlike more monsters, this one seemed to rely heavily on such sustenance.

Kanoe's heels drag against the table as the tongues continue to writhe inside her body. The rough flesh dragged across her sensitive inner walls. She could feel her passage growing hot as it drooled more juices for it to feast on. "Oohnn.. Ahh.." The witch squirmed more as she felt the heat spread. The demon was doing something to her body. Or perhaps this was due to all the effects of being nothing but a milk and sex cow. Stings of pleasure shoot up her passage causing her hips to jolt upwards. "Uhhnnnn." she groaned helplessly as the strange slime continued to soak into her body and stimulate her libido.

Pleased with the way his newest toy was reacting to his tongues, the Baron slid them out of her cunt and back into his mouth. Still deathly thin but now with some strength in him, his body having regenerated some of its bulk, the Baron dragged Kanoe even more letting her legs fall off the table and forced her to sit up on her ass instead. Guttural growls began coming from the Baron, who up until then hadn't made a single sound apart from his ever-hungry stomach, as he pulled his morsel off the table and forced the witch around until she faced the great table instead. All that he had done to the witch so far had been little more than seasoning and preparation. Now, for the monster she was stuck with, the appetizer was about to come and he would enjoy it indeed.

Hands rose up in front of the witch, who was trapped with her new master behind her, and began roughly fondling her full breasts, pleased to know that there were indeed plenty of nectar within them for him to feed on. Not only were the hands still unsettling, considering the fact that they were not quite what they should have been, but now for some reason, they felt quite slick as if they were somehow leaking themselves. It would have been normal to think that it was merely the nectar leaking out but this was different. The monster released the globes from his hands, letting them stretch outwardly for a moment. A moment was all it would take to see that there were tears in the very center of the Baron's hands, with tongues sticking out of them, slurping noisily. It was right there that the monster returned his hands to Kanoe's breasts, and this time the holes within his hands captured the witch's teats, forcibly sucking on them and slurping up the nectar that flowed from them.

The witch could do little beyond squirm and groan. Her quivering sex continued to alternate between light stings of pain and powerful jolts of pleasure from the monster's strange saliva. Her womanhood was pratically drooling juices at this point as she was turned around towards the table. The beast's body kept her trapped as she stood on wobbling knees. Her thighs rubbed together as juices flowed freely down her inner thighs. Kanoe was already panting heavily, barely paying any notice to the hideous creature as the waves of stinging pleasure continue to wreck havoc on her body.

"Uhhnnn..." her eyes closed as hands began to roughly squeeze her breasts causing nectar to squirt out from her heavy mounds. She could feel moisture from the baron's hand, sweat perhaps. Her nipples ached and throbbed as they continued to dribble nectar down her pale flesh, the pressure was still struggling to break free from her lovely mounds. Dazed from the aphrodisics and the rough playing with her breast, the witch was not aware of the drooling mouths opening on the monster's palms. It hit her like a hammer as she felt the lips seal over her puffing areolae and begin to suck heavily on her engorged teats. "Ahhhnnn!" Her body pressed hard against the Baron's body. Her body arched as nectar floods into the two mouths as they slurped and drank her milk.

As the new mouths continued to suckle from Kanoe's nipples, the tongues within lashing at their tips, the Baron continued to grow more swollen with regenerated flesh and muscles, the disgustingly gross hanging skin disappearing with the advent of returning flesh. This went on for long minutes until the hands broke away, leaving her nectar to fall freely from her breasts. In fact, the witch's mounds seemed to have grown a bit smaller, having been made use of by the monster behind her.

No longer emanicated looking but still a bit on the skinny side, the Baron chortled beside her head, his tongue slithering against the witch's neck and shoulder. "Tasty, tasty!" It seemed that with feasting on the witch's juices, the monster had managed to restored his own voice, which was possibly of no comfort for the witch. "I think you just may be the most juicy of the women I've had so far. I can see why my brother chose to give you to me but... But why would he allow such a rewarding female out of his grasps? Tell me your story, or I just may devour you, little girl!"

Kanoe ground her chest against the Baron's hands, letting them feast on her nectar. The rough tongues lashed across her darkened peaks causing them to throb with even more blood and milk. Her nectar flowed freely, continuously feeding the never ending hunger the monster had. By the time he had finished his first course, the witch was resting completely against the monster's revitalized form. Her eyes were cloudy from the constant stimulation and chemicals in her system. Every shuddering breath left in a soft moan as she felt her nipples pulse and send waves of pleasure through her heavy orbs.

She trembled as the beast ran a tongue along her neck and shoulders. He was finally speaking to her though she thought little of it. The threat meant nothing to her. In fact being devoured and ending seemed more like a mercy than a punishment at this point. Besides, she was food. Monsters had no reason to talk to their food. Kanoe merely let her eyes fall shut. She trembled with slight fear but otherwise remained silent. Painful or not, it would be an end at least.

"Quiet one, eh? I appreciate the manners, little girl, but they're for me, not for the food... Now, tell me what is going on or you will find yourself devoured. And don't think it means I'll be gobbling you up like I did the monster earlier. This..." The Baron smiled, his grin a macabre mockery of what was normally a teasing and good-humored smile. The demon raised a hand, holding only one finger out toward the black waters of the dank swamp that seemed to go on forever. Splashing noises could be heard coming from the opaque water, obstructed by the crumbling ruins of the 'palace's floors. And then... A hand appeared, grabbing on to the edge of the floor and began pulling itself up. What came next was what had once been a woman, seemingly very much like a victim of the Baron. Instead, she looked very thin, emaciated beyond what was humanely possible. It was as if the Baron had simply drained her of everything within her, leaving only bones and skin. Strangely, she appeared very much as the demon had once looked when the witch first saw him.

"...Is what I'll do to you. Unless you want to look like that, your body empty of everything inside, your flesh ruined... I suggest you do as I say." The demon gave her a soft chuckle, one filled with only a taunting tone to it. The woman struggled to get onto the floor, with virtually no strength left in her. Like the witch, she was also incapable of dying in this infernal realm. Like the witch, she had been another gift from the Baron's siblings. And like the witch, she had been consumed by the Baron, discarded aside in favor of another treat. Her eyes did not show the uncaring gaze of the sex cows but instead they were truly dead on the inside, reduced to an existence lower than anything else, with nothing left to hope for... Not even for the peace of being destroyed. "That is, if you don't want to be empty of everything you once were, and thrown away like garbage. Eternity is a very long time, little girl. Now, answer me!"

She already knew how long eternity was. The witch had long since lost all concept of time when she was turned into a cow by these vile demons. Kanoe trembled with obvious fear at the sight of the drained woman. Still living and yet not, it was a horrible existence but then again most fates in hell were. Tears ran down her cheeks, she was amazed she still had any tears left to shed after the abuse she had been through.

Despite the pain and fear of becoming like that woman, Kanoe kept silent. It was pointless to obey just as it was pointless to resist. These demon lords would just keep toying with her with threats and false senses of hope till there was nothing left of her. There was no point in telling her story when this demon did not care and probably just wanted to enjoy hearing her weep about all that has happened to her. No, she was tired of being a toy. Her fate was sealed as far as she was concerned and nothing was going to change that. Once these demons grew tired of her, she would be thrown aside or hooked up to another of their vile machines for all eternity.

With an annoyed grunt, the Baron lowered his hand and with it, the ruined husk of the woman fell back into the murky waters. "Oh, how bothersome... You're beginning to give me such a bad case of indigestion, little girl!" The demon growled, becoming increasingly agitated at the witch. The Baron was far too accustomed to his whims being met and his threats being effective. But then again, with a body like what the girl had, it was not terribly too hard to believe that she had been far worse so far. Especially when Avariza was involved. "Ah, well... It's only to be expected when you don't prepare your food properly. Eh, right, brother?" The Baron growled out as he turned to gaze down at the throne with his eyeless sight, sensing the presence of one of his siblings.

"Who else knows all about food more than you, Glotoneria?" Avariza smiled, not even bothered by the fact that his brother had managed to detect him. His hunger was too great, after all. And it only heightened his senses. Not just taste but smell as well. The Emperor continued to remain seated in the great chair, showing no concern for his well being in his brother's domain. "I apologize for the visit, as uninvited as it was, but I figured the witch would be..." Avariza looked up slightly, as if remembering his own experiences. "Difficult. Gave me a hard time as well. But, you know... If you really want to break her, you need someone else. She's part of a set, after all." The Emperor smiled as he watched his brother exhale softly, knowing he realized what he was talking about. "You'd need her lover, Clarice. You know me, I don't like leaving Hell, but you... I figure you'd have no problem going to retrieve the little brat for Kanoe's sake. I'm sure she'd love seeing her lover too."

The baron was growing annoyed by her lack of compliance. What was he going to do to her? Dip her in acid? Her life could not get worse after the mental and physical tortures her last owners put her through. Obeying and resisting led to the very same outcome in this place. For someone who devours everything, he seemed to be putting alot of effort in getting his food to talk back to him. Kanoe would consider such a thing rather pathetic if it were not her life being much more pathetic.

Her blood froze at the voice of her past owner. Once more he offers insight to breaking the witch. An odd thing to provide when she was already broken. Though the mention of her lover brought more tears to her eyes, the effect was not the same. Using her lover to get to her was devastating but, such a method had already been used once before. Even if it were real this time, it did not matter. They wanted her to cry out and beg only to do it anyway in the end just like Avariza did. There was no reason to trust them or to play their games any longer. Especially when the answer Glotoneria sought could be gained from the very person trying to make up more ways to torture her existence. All the baron has to do is ask him why she was discarded and he would have his answer. But they never do things the easy way now do they?

Kanoe closed her eyes and merely waited. One way or another, they would use her already fragile love to try and break an already broken woman. Perhaps if she was not satisfactory, she would be tossed to another lord passed around like a cheap toy. That was her life now.