Medusa and Crona by Imouto Kitten

The cell was dark and dank, a barely glowing ember in a lone torch the 
only source of heat or light. From one wall, Crona dangled, shackles 
around the child's frail wrists the only thing holding them up and 
preventing them from collapsing into the grime that covered the stone 
floor of the dungeon.

Crona did not know how long it had been since their last meal, but the 
sensation of acid trying to eat the lining of their stomach should've 
been agonizing. The malnourished child's arms should've been screaming 
from the strain of supporting their weight, and as the one who had left 
them here, chained to the wall without food or water had lacked the 
decency of giving the child clothes to wear, they should've been 
shivering from the cold, damp air on their exposed skin.

But these torments that should've been brought on by the child's 
confinement in such atrocious conditions were overshadowed by a torment 
of a completely different type. The child's loins were on fire and the 
entirety of their frail form was feverish with unquenchable arousal. 
Crona's puny penis throbbed terribly in dire need of stimulation, 
Chrona's tiny testes felt ready to burst from an overabundance of 
unspent seed, and Crona's prepubescent pussy was drooling in need of 
penetration, the labia quite puffy and pink from the concentration of 
blood.

As Crona hung limp from their bonds, body wracked with a horniness fit 
for the hell of the lustful, the child doesn't hear footsteps 
approaching, nor do they look up when an orb of blue fire reignites the 
torch, bathing the stone chamber in an eerie light.

Standing over Crona's bound and naked form, Medusa, the child's mother 
and primary tormenter frowns down upon the pathetic sight before her.

"So, how's my dear, little disappointment today?" asks Medusa, the false 
sweetness in her voice doing little to conceal the sadism and comtempt 
she holds for her own spawn as she leans over to examine Crona's crotch.

Although nearly purple and looking ready to burst from being over 
engorged with blood, Crona's cock is barely two inches long and only 
about half-an-inch across at its widest, and the child's balls are even 
more unimpressive, the child's scrotum stretched so taut that it leaves 
an unobscured view of their pussy.

"Truly pathetic," comments Medusa as she flicks her index finger at 
Crona's puny prick, ignoring the squeal this elicits from the child, "I 
pumped you full of enough aphrodisiac to make a gelding rut every mare 
in the herd and you're still hung like a mouse... puny, spineless, and 
with only one dick... I've seen ordinary girls with clits bigger than 
that! And those balls are pathetic! If you're going to leave your gonads 
exposed and vulnerable like a man, they should at least be worth showing 
off!" As if to illustrate her point, Medusa wraps her hand around 
Crona's testicals, fully encasing the tiny orbs in her palm before 
squeezing, making the child cry out in pain.

Standing up straight, Medusa wriggles out of her dress like a snake 
following the movements of a snake charmer, leaving herself as naked as 
her child and pointing both of her spiny dicks at Crona's face. The 
witch's twin pricks couldn't be more unlike Crona's. Whereas the male 
half of the child's equipment is more or less like that of a normal 
human boy, Medusa is endowed with a pair of foot long hemipenes, nearly 
three inches across at their bases and tapering to a pointed tip, barbed 
spines running along their shafts. The witch is also without external 
balls, her gonads nestled safely within her abdominal cavity.

"Oh well," declares Medusa, walking up to Crona and fisting her hand in 
the child's pink hair, "You're still useless as a stud, but let's see if 
you've gotten any better at sucking cock." as she uses her other hand to 
press the tip of her upper prick to the child's lips before lifting the 
child off the floor by the scalp and forcing the snake cock down the 
child's throat, Crona putting up no resistence as the witch procedes to 
face fuck the child.

Dangling in their mother's grip, Crona makes no effort to pleasure the 
prick threatening to cut off their air supply, instead focusing on 
relaxing their throat enough to allow the spiny sexual organ to scrape 
the inside of their mouth and airways while still allowing them to 
breathe, saliva running from the corners of their mouth to drip from 
their chin onto the lower of Medusa's hemipenes.

However, in spite of Crona's lack of enthusiasm or skill, it only takes 
a few minutes of throat fucking before Medusa is spilling her seed 
directly into the abused child's empty stomach, the closest thing to a 
proper meal the snake witch has allowed her spawn in days.

Pulling back to deposit the last of her release on Crona's tongue, 
Medusa declares, "Pathetic. A competent cocksucker would be able to milk 
me in under a minute." as she lets go of the child's scalp, the chains 
the only thing preventing the pinkette from crashing to the cold, damp, 
and grimey masonry as they attempt to catch their breath through several 
deep, but haggard gulps of air. "I wasn't even trying to hold back and 
it still took you several minutes to make me cum."

Loosening the chains slightly, Medusa barks an order, "Turn around and 
assume the position! Let's see if you're any better a lay than a 
cocksucker."

Following their mother's command, the child takes advantage of the 
loossened chains to face the wall, and bending at the waist and pressing 
palms against the slimey wall for support, the child presents their ass 
and pussy for their mother's inspection.

"That's more like it." comments Medusa before gripping Crona's hips 
tightly enough to leave hand-shaped bruises and lifting the child clean 
off the floor and pulling them away from the wall until the chains are 
drawn taut once more. Lining her tips up with Crona's pussy and anus, 
the snake witch comments, "I suspect you'll prove as useless as a 
broodmare as you are as a stud, but if you do end up carrying your own 
little sister, I hope she turns out to be less of a disgrace of a 
specimen." before hilting both of her snake cocks in the child's tight 
holes, Crona crying out in pain as their mother's thickness threatens to 
tear tender flesh asunder.

However, being the consummate sadist she is, Medusa gives the abused 
child's overstreched cunt and rectum no time to adjust to the massive 
intruders before withdrawing, serpentine spines scraping Crona's 
insides, giving the pinkette a sensation of being shredded, and before 
long, the snake witch is repeatedly sinking her snake cocks to the hilt 
in Crona's passages and violently withdrawing, scratching the child's 
insides raw in a matter of minutes.

When medusa finally allows herself to cum, the tip of her lower hemipene 
piercing Crona's cervix as the witch floods her spawn's bowels and womb, 
the hot seed sears like acid against the child's inflamed insides.

Her load spent, Medusa roughly rips her twin cocks from Crona's abused 
ass and twat, letting the child fall to the stone floor as semen stained 
pink with blood puddles between the child's quivering knees.

"I think I need to add something to force you to do kegels between 
sessions." comments Medusa as she cleans leftover blood and semen from 
her crotch and shimmies back into her dress, "I didn't feel you using 
your internal muscles to squeeze me even once. Perhaps a metal egg in 
your ass or cunt and a weight sensitive mechanism that triggers an 
electrode connected to your micro prick and nipples if you drop it."

The child says nothing to the implied threat as Medusa retightens the 
chains, leaving the child once more dangling from chains not quite long 
enough to allow a prisoner to stand comfortably as their mother leaves 
the cell, not bothering to renew the torch that's starting to dim once 
more.