Kept: An Erotic Anthology (34 page)

If Scott wasn’t sexy enough there was always his best friend, Jackson, who Cali gazed at as nonchalantly as possible every chance she got while holding a drool rag. Jackson’s only problem? The man had the personality of a limp dick. Jackson was also a little on the arrogant side—okay perhaps a whole lot on the arrogant side. He was just over six feet tall, dark-haired, blue-eyed, another Adonis with rock hard abs. He looked dangerous as hell and knew it. The bad boy would taste heavenly. Cali was in Candy-Man Land—or had been.

Not two days into the forest and she had been separated from the others for a number of hours, and damned if her ass wasn’t itchy. Again Cali hid behind a huge tree and unzipped her jeans. Wiggling her hand into her tight pants she scratched an ass cheek. Up and down her fingernails carefully scratched the offending area until she wanted to cry in relief.

“Damn that’s awful,” she said while groaning. “Fuck my asshole is in flames.” She knew better than to touch
that
part of her anatomy when there was no water to be found.

Her fingers continued to rake her tender flesh. Dropping her panties slightly she spun in a tight circle trying to gaze behind her. She caught glimpses of a red rash. How the hell was she to know the leaves she used in lieu of no toilet paper must have been poison ivy? Or some other monstrous demon plant.

“Oh my God, when I get home I’m going to soak my ass in a bidet of calamine lotion,” she grumbled aloud.

A sound to her left had Cali hiking her pants up, her long dark hair tumbled across her face as she quickly fumbled with the zipper while trying to peer around the tree. For a moment, she rubbed her ass against the trunk, rocking and groaning. It hurt to itch, but the itch was worse. She bent over, hands on her knees and continued her motion. She knew if she kept it up much longer she’d put a hole in her jeans. What a picture this would make—humping a tree. Tara would never let her hear the end of this one.

Damn.

A branch snapped and Cali listened intensely. She stopped scratching. There was definitely something coming towards her in the forest. Friend or foe, she had no clue. Whatever it was, it was a huge son-of-a-bitch, and whatever it was it came closer stumbling. With any luck it would be Scott, he would help her, or Jackson; even drunk and belligerent, Cali would be happy to see him. It would be dark soon; the woods were spooky enough during the light of day when alone and lost. She waited heart-in-mouth as the bushes near her waved frantically in a struggle. The
massive black head of a bear was the first to poke through the foliage. Cali covered her mouth in fear.

As the bear emerged, Cali could see its entire back end and half of its back was covered in a moving green substance. The bear’s mouth was open in a scream or howl but the thick mass was shoved into his mouth. The bear’s neck expanded grotesquely to make room for more of the green mass. The throat split open at the sides allowing escape to the intruder.

It’s not real.

It was real. The bear continued to head in her direction. Cali was frozen to the spot. The green mass moved back and forth over the bear stripping it of fur and flesh. Cali screamed under her hand. She screamed again when the mass lifted its head. A few of the creatures, three inches in length, separated from the substance. They looked like locusts. A massive ball of locusts working as a single entity with one mind.

Locusts don’t eat meat do they?

These locusts did. The noise, chewing and grinding, was hideous, and Cali tossed her hands up to cover her ears as tiny pieces of bone were devoured at a great rate. The bear now lay beneath the giant bugs, half eaten. The paw raised towards her was consumed in a disgusting sermon of crunching and swallowing. For a moment she forgot how to breathe. Cali’s legs came to life in a movement all their own—Cali ran. She pounded through the bush as fast as her legs would take her. She hurdled over logs, tripped over rocks, splashed through puddles. It was no use, the bugs were after her. When she chanced a glance back, the bugs had eaten everything on the trail they made.

It moved monstrously. It was on hind legs, arms swinging, a gaping hole was where a mouth would be if it was one giant entity instead of thousands of bugs. Not even Cali’s worst nightmare would have prepared her for the sight of moving death.

The deep ravine came up too fast; Cali had no time to slow down. A large amount of her breath was expelled as she toppled over, rolling, tumbling. The old foliage of leaves, dry and brittle, crinkled under her. Her ass bounced off a small incline sending her airborne for a brief moment. Her hands tore at small pine trees, trying to slow her descent. She smashed into a hollow log consumed with dry rot, hitting her forehead and almost sending her face first through the ancient wood.

For a brief second Cali saw stars. She pulled herself up onto her hands and knees and, as though in a dream, she turned. The swarm moved towards her, now slowly, as though examining her. Cali couldn’t move. The head of the beast was in constant motion. Its eyes were sunken in, then bulbous. Two creatures, one on top of the other, at either side of the face formed antennae. Tiny spats of fur waved in the soft wind. It remained standing on hind legs stepping towards her, machine-like. Cali couldn’t breathe, her lungs were restricted.

Death was coming for her and it was hideous. To her right, a bright white light began to glow. The ray of brilliance grew to such an extent Cali was almost blinded, her arm came up to shield her eyes, still she tried to look at the light. The luminosity caught the creature’s attention. The mind numbing noise the bugs created grew more intense as they abandoned her and approached the brightness.

    The locust began screaming as the white beam shot shards of red-streaked lightning. The bug creature began burning and still it moved forward unable to resist. Pieces of the creature fell as though speared. Tiny limbs and body parts crackled and melted. An entire arm fell away, then its head. Piece by piece the creature fell apart
as would
a jigsaw puzzle. Cali crouched with her hands to her face, trying to filter out the stunning beam. It hurt so much. Her eyes burned, her flesh tingled. Painfully, she dragged herself in a different direction to flee the brightness.

The foliage on the ground under the creature burst into flames. Cali smelled the rubber of her running shoes when they began to smoke. The creature thrashed and screamed, the stench repulsive. Smaller locust tried to break free but once doing so the light caught their attention, burning them, searing their green bodies into smaller bundles of flames lighting up the forest floor in a patch quilt of radiance.

A few of the locust landed on Cali. The red beams sizzled their bodies to Cali’s. Cali gagged, she was on her hands and feet now, stumbling to gain her balance. Her knees kept giving way. She could feel the heat against her back. Her ass was already burning from the poison ivy, the added sting of the high temperature increased the pain ten times worse and she cried out in agony. Blisters covered her bare arms and hands. It was too much pain. The light crept closer. Cali collapsed. Her eyes closed as the bright light dimmed then separated into two shadows standing over her.

***

The mumbling that woke Cali was strange. Her eyelids fluttered as her ears strained to catch sounds. She was surprised she was alive. Cali heard the words being said as she concentrated harder, but they sounded childish. As though an adult were just learning to speak, or had a speech impediment. They were men’s voices, deep, strong. Whoever it was they were coming closer.

“Blazar dith ith awfwull. How doth humans do dith?”

“I think you woll, no roll your tongue, Deimos.”

“Like dith?”

“More like this.”

“I jist donn get it. We look sthupid. Things ith hangin out all ova the place.”

“We look human. The things are limbs. And this blob we make noise from is a head—I think. I don’t have much information to access. Earth is relatively new to our species. And if we speak in our own language around the human we might burn her hearing things. It appears we all have two of the devises. It would also appear we have almost two of everything.”

“Exthept this little hangy thing; wookit, it wiggles when I move.”

“Enough jiggling, Deimos. It’s our fault the human almost died. We can’t interfere in sanctioned beings’ lives. Hopefully it will be able to understand us. I reconfigured the transfer process to include the language we heard the other humans speak before we came across our prey. Humans appear to have some intelligence. Unfortunately, we can’t return the human until it heals. So you’ll just have to get used to the transformation.”

“Fine, Blazar.” The words were filled with annoyance. “Dith human won’t like dith.”

“Like it or not there is no way of getting around it. She’s ours for the duration of our mission.”

Cali groaned. The two dark shapes moved closer. She could feel the hardness of the bed beneath her. Cali was cold with the metal pressed against her tits and belly. She lay face down. Her attempts to roll over were pathetic and she was stopped by a hand against her back.

“Lay sthill, your round globes are burned.”

Her eyes blinking, head twisting uncomfortably to look up, Cali’s gaze settled onto Jackson and Scott. Both men were buck naked. Each had their heads cocked to gaze down at her. Cali groaned again and resisted the hand holding her down. She managed to struggle to her knees then gasped.

“Where are my clothes?” she demanded.

“If you mean those pieces of flesh hanging from you we thought it best to remove them. Most were burned,” Jackson said.

“How do you doo that tho fast?” Scott said. “Why are my wordth so bad?”

Cali sat back on her thighs and cried out. “My ass is on fire.”

“The globes you mean?” Jackson asked. “You have two separated by a crack, are you broken? Or is it asses?”

“You’re the asses. What the hell is wrong with you two?” Cali yelled. “Get me a blanket and why are you two naked?”

“You mean we are supposed to have an oddly colored layer of loose flesh?” Jackson said.

“Clothes you idiot,” Cali shouted. She scooted off the table and using her hands tried to hide her breasts and mound. She began to back away as the two men approached her.

“You forgot the furrr on us,” Scott said. He was staring down at his bald balls and big cock. “And this thing thticking out, that human doesthn’t have one. I told you we look ridiculous. The human lookth scared.”

“Humans have a female and male anatomy,” Jackson said. “It’s an early culture. Have some patience. I think we appear male, while she is female. It’s not like I had a diagram or instructions. I had to change us fast before we saw this female without the outer layer of flesh or clothes as she calls it.”

“What the hell is the matter with you guys?” Cali screamed. “Why are you acting like this?”

“You need to get back onto the table, we’ve only healed your front half, not the asses half,” Jackson said. His tone was calm, he acted concerned. Cali wondered why, when the peacock normally didn’t give her the time of day except to wink and flirt when it suited his mood.

“Jackson?” Cali whispered, peering at him. There was something very odd about him. Both men moved with a jerky motion as though walking was difficult.

“The name is acceptable, but I prefer my own, it is Blazar,” Jackson said. “I know you are confused. There were two humans, males I suppose, bathing in what you would refer to as a lake. We took their forms. We cannot come to you as we are; you would be burned. In fact, you were burned. We brought you here to heal. If your separated asses are normal, then I will fix ours.”

Cali noted what she hadn’t before. Both men turned slightly and their rounded behinds separated into two perfect ass cheeks.
Fucking creepy.
Cali thought her jaw would hit the floor, this wasn’t Jackson or Scott. What had he said his name was?

Blazar?

Cali bumped into a cold hard wall and yelped when her butt connected to the offending surface. Her behind was in agony, as was her back. The Jackson lookalike sprang forward and steadied her. His thick long cock poked her belly.

“That’s close enough,” Cali said, gasping in large amounts of air, trying to keep her tears from falling. She shoved at his hard chest forcing him to release her and step back.

“I am called Deimos. Back on the table.” The Scott lookalike said stepping forward, then he
grinned. He then looked startled. Two fingers lifted to touch the sides of his lips.

“What are you doing with your face?” Blazar asked.

“I dunno,” Deimos replied. “Feels okay.”

“Less words suit you better,” Blazar said. “But that face movement thing might frighten the female human.”

Cali allowed Scott, Deimos,
or whoever it was
, to settle her onto the table. She cringed when her ass made contact. A soothing sensation washed over her as she lay back. Deimos continued to stare down at her with his now lopsided grin. The table was short enough that his cock rested against her hip. She couldn’t help but stare at it.

Deimos noticed where her gaze had landed. “Too much or too little?” he asked.

“Er,” she muttered.
He didn’t just ask me that.