Monster Sex Stories (4 page)

Her
mouth opened but the unspoken reply was cut off by the appearance of
another of their party, Gabriel Lewiston, whose specialty was
cartography. “I found something!” he exclaimed, “Do
you recall me telling you that this island doesn’t appear
anywhere in modern maps? It does appear though, in some ancient ones.
“

“
So
what’s it called?” Higgins asked, blowing more of the
gray smoke from his pursed lips.

Others
from the expedition gathered near as Gabriel said, slowly, “I’m
not certain. There are several names attached to it but it seems that
most of them are in forgotten languages. The only name that I can
make out is a rough form of early Greek that looks a lot like Minoa.”

“
They
found Minoa already,” somebody pointed out. “On the isle
of Crete.”

“
Yes,
but like I said it’s a rough translation of a language that
seems to have influenced the later Greek languages.”

Another
ship sailed in close to them. Two older men with faces seamed from
long days of sea and sun began to shout at them and wave their arms.
Frightened Maya looked over at Gabriel. “What are they saying?”

“
That
this is a sacred place and that we can’t go there.”

“
Yeah
well we are!” Higgins yelled. “Fuck off you scurvy old
bastards!”

There
was another burst of words from the boat and Gabriel, his face pale,
said, “They’re saying we could be killed if we go onto
the island, that it’s the place where gods play and to disturb
them is to bring down their wrath.”

“
They’re
just silly superstitious old fools!” Higgins snorted. “Or,
and far more likely, they want a crack at the place themselves.”

The
men gave up and their boat slid away toward the mainland. Maya
watched them go, uneasiness rising in her belly.

“
Maybe
they know something we don’t.” Gabriel said quietly.
Looking at him Maya saw his face had grown very pale. “Perhaps
we should go in small parties of three and then report back, make
sure it’s safe before we unload everything.”

“
I
say it’s safe.” Higgins snapped. “We’ve done
topographical studies on the pictures taken by plane, we’ve
sent down the drones to make sure it is stable and it is. It is not
going to float away or sink as far as we can tell.”

A
small argument ensued and Maya quit listening after it was finally
agreed that a smaller party than originally planned would go ashore.
She would be among the first to set foot on the strange island. Her
heart beat more quickly as she took in the fresh green grass growing
in the lands above the salt scoured gray boulders that lined the
shore.

There
were magnificent stands of thin trees with what looked like fruit
hanging from their frail limbs and patches of color among the grass
that she could only assume from the distance were flowers of some
type.

Excitement
washed over her. She had never left her small city until four days
ago. Higgins had gotten her passport expedited so that it only took
two days to have it in her hand and she had sat rigidly upright in
the airplane’s seat, her eyes scanning the clouds and terrain
below with avid interest. For the life of her she could not imagine
why the other people onboard all seemed so bored.

The
boat drew closer to the island and she looked up, a sudden frown
wrinkling her brow. There were no seabirds, she realized. A few miles
away they wheeled against the sky, she could hear, faintly, their
caws but they did not seem inclined to go near the island.

Before
she could voice that the ship began to weigh anchor and everyone
began to gather things up and chatter loudly. She shouldered her
backpack and went to the railing, sea salt sprayed up and she slipped
on the wet deck. For a moment she was frightened, sure she was going
to go right over the side but she held on and regained her footing.

They
disembarked. Higgins tossed his cigar stub into the sea, coughed and
flapped a hand at a long spur of land that was covered by tall
hedges. “I think you should start over there,” he told
Maya. “I need samples of the soil and plants. I need to know
how long they have been growing; if this island has just surfaced
they shouldn’t be so tall…” he wandered off, his
face already turning scarlet under the sun.

Maya
set off. The sun struck down even hotter and brighter as the day wore
on. Even with her face and head covered she could feel sunburn
blooming on the exposed parts of her arms. She moved into the welcome
shade offered by the foliage.

She
was hungry and thirsty and the privets opened up just a few feet
ahead. She duck walked to that opened area and found she could stand
so she did. The hedges grew in long lanes, she walked down them,
going deeper and deeper until she stopped at a tiny little circle
that was wide enough for her to sit down, open her pack and spread
out her lunch.

Privacy
had been is short supply the past few days, she dug the sandwich and
chips and bottle of soda out of her bag and began to munch while
reading a novel she had tucked into the front flap. Totally engrossed
in the book she never noticed the shadow that fell over her until it
was too late.

Her
skin prickled with awareness and she looked up, her mouth opening to
utter a polite excuse for her laying down on the job but all the
words died on her lips and tongue. It was not one of the members of
her party looking down at her but a creature.

She
screamed and tried to scramble away but she was grabbed by her upper
arms and lifted first to her feet and then an inch off the ground.
Fear surged through her and she opened her mouth to scream again but
fear squeezed her vocal cords down so that only a tiny dusty croak
came out of her wide open mouth.

The
thing…her eyes scanned its features in disbelief. Two horns
curved up from the forehead and a face, human in its symmetry and
shape looked back at her but the horns curved back from a head that
was covered not with human hair but with coarse black hair that was
oddly reminiscent of the hair of a bull.

It
was hands that held her arms. She looked down at the muscular chest,
also covered in the hair, and the broad shoulders, wondering if this
were all a joke. The arms that held her were bulged with muscle and
she found herself staring at it in an odd mixture of revulsion and
enthrallment. Below the flat abdomen that rippled with muscle lay
lean hips, and long legs but that was not what fascinated her and
almost stopped her heart.

The
half-man, half-bull thing was totally nude and its penis was huge. It
jutted out, throbbing and full, in a large curve that made her feel
faint. Her eyes yanked away in desperation only to land at the ground
below them. That was when she saw that while the upper limbs had
human hands the lower limbs ended quite decisively in hoofs.

She
began to fight, her feet connected with the hard as oak shins and she
twisted frantically in the creatures grasp. She managed to tear
herself free and she fell to the ground. Sobbing she made it to her
feet and began to run, heedless of direction.

The
hedges closed in over her head and she fought against them. Every
time she turned a corner she found herself faced with a choice in
which way to turn. Confusion fogged out coherent thought, she ran
into blind corners and abruptly ended lanes, turned around and ran
back to the nearest intersection only to find herself lost again.

Tears
flew down her face. Dust spurted out from under her feet and her
heart pounded against her ribs, a stitch worked its way into her
side. Fatigue settled over her and she became desperate. She shoved
at the thorny hedges, hoping to bypass the constant running back and
forth but the stickers scratched her arms badly, pain and blood both
shocking her back to her senses.

She
took a deep breath and stood still, surveying the footprints on the
earth. She could see three sets of her own footsteps, which meant she
had been running blindly along the same lane for quite some time. She
lifted her watch, the hands had stopped and she felt an irrational
irritation at that.

She
found her cell phone in her pocket but there was no signal or even a
time available on its face. A growl of frustration rose in her
throat. She walked back to the intersection and saw, unbelievably
enough, her backpack lying in the dust. She started toward it then
stopped, suddenly wary. She could tell that was not where she had
left it.

The
sun sparked off her water bottle and thirst bit into her, her mouth
was precipitously dry. She licked her lips and took a cautious step
forward, then a second one.

Higgins
appeared, his hair stuck up on his head and his glasses pushed low on
his nose.

“
There
you are!” he shouted. “Where have you been?”

Relief
filled her. If someone had told her that she would be glad to see the
insufferable man she would have said they were a liar but she was.
She took a few more steps and then a few more. She picked up her bag
and walked out of the maze, trying not to look behind her.

***

She
lay in her narrow bunk, trying to figure out what had happened to her
on the island? Had she simply become sun struck? Had it all been a
dream? Had she seen an imaginary shape in the foliage and panicked?
She wasn’t sure.

Her
mind kept returning to the bulging muscles and stiff prick she had
seen. No way did I imagine that, she thought. She closed her eyes and
tried to recall it: the thick vein coursing down the side, the
stretched shiny helmet and the long hard length of the shaft.

Her
eyes yanked open as wetness flooded her panties. She rolled over on
her stomach, trying to ignore the aching in her pelvis. That ache was
not unfamiliar, she was twenty one and because she had sworn not to
have sex with anyone she had learned how to masturbate, that most
certainly proved effective most nights but she doubted it would help
right then, there was a feeling of actual emptiness inside her that
she yearned to fill, she just wasn’t sure how she could.

She
gave up and rolled back over on her belly, staring at the ceiling.
The waves rocked the small boat and she fell asleep, still thinking
about the feel of those muscles beneath her fingertips. She could not
have imagined that.

The
next morning she looked carefully at the bruises on her upper arms.
They were small and faint but there. Fear and something else,
something primitive and desperate surfaced and warred with each
other. She wondered if she should plead illness and stay on the boat
or if she should just ask to be taken back to the mainland. She
couldn’t go back on the island, that thing had been real and
the bruises on her arms proved it.

Or
did they? She had been running and bumping into things, she
rationalized. Perhaps it had all just been a fevered dream. Maybe she
had fallen asleep reading and, when she woke up she had been confused
and gone staggering through the maze.

Her
brow furrowed. It
had
been a maze, she was sure of it. If she could prove that, there was
an actual maze on the eerie little island she would certainly have
earned her way there and Higgins could stew all he liked he would not
be able to say anything untoward about her. A large weight she had
not known was there rolled off of her shoulders. Higgins was holding
her grade over her head and had been since the trip started, what a
perfect way to get him off of her back!

She
dressed, putting aside the whole incident yesterday, dismissing it.
She went up on the deck and stood still, her eyes going to the island
and its greenery. The place seemed more verdant, she was sure it was
and she strained her eyes toward the trees, positive that the limbs
were thicker and the fruit was growing heavier.

They
went ashore and she headed for the hedges without a word. Higgins
gave her back a glare that was not missed by the other members of the
party. Maya simply walked into the hedges, found her way to the
entrance point and began to roll out the tape she had brought along.
She taped a piece of the shrubbery with every corner she took. If it
ended in a dead end she went back, removed the tape and went in the
other direction. Eventually she made her way deeper into the heart of
the maze.

Time
passed but since the maze protected her from the worst of the sun she
didn’t notice how many hours she had been walking. She ate her
lunch and drank lots of water and when she stumbled into the heart of
the maze she stood stock still in utter shock.

A
white marble house sat there. It was small but complete with long
graceful stairs and columns. Looking at it she guessed that the bulk
of it was below ground. In front of it grew fig trees and dates,
there was statues half buried in the ground, passing one she thought
she recognized it as being of Greek origin but she wasn’t sure.