Shifters, Beasts, and Monsters (28 page)

Chapter Four

“That’s my good boy. You
take that bad girl. You know she wants it.”

Leslie glanced at me; tears
were in her eyes. “It’s gonna be okay,” I whispered. “We’re gonna figure
something out.”

Shelly was on the table
whimpering. Her eyes flashed with the horror. The beast held his cock, rubbing
the length of it, making it expand even further. The old woman squirted him with
what looked like oil. Then she doused Shelly’s pussy with the fluid.

“You get her now, son. She’s
all yours.”

He grunted and pushed the
huge tip of his cock into Shelly’s dripping pussy. The old woman opened a
drawer in a cabinet and retrieved an item. My eyes were glued to where his cock
was, watching as it stretched open the lips of her vagina, the phallus sliding
in deeper. Shelly moaned and tossed her head back.

“That’s a good boy. You fuck
that dirty girl.” She produced what looked like a vibrator, which buzzed
loudly. She held it to Shelly’s clit, while the beast drilled her with an
enormous phallus that opened up the walls of her pussy to impossible breadths.

The vibrator continued to
work its magic, while the hairy animal thrust in and out, the pale tool sliding
easily in the oiled up snatch. Leslie and I held each other.

“Good boy. That’s it.”

He grunted and thrust. Then
he pulled out all the way, letting the rounded tip pop free. It looked far too
big to fit into a woman’s pussy. He plunged deep, working her aggressively. Her
breasts had spilled over her chest, with hardened nipples pointing in the air.
The low, growling grunts of the beast filled the room. He began to drive
harder, his enormous balls slapping the table. The vibrator on Shelly’s clit
had a sudden and drastic effect on her, because she moaned then and shuddered
and shook, her breasts jiggling.

“That dirty girl liked that.
Whores like big cocks, don’t they?”

“Whoooaaarrrr!” roared the
animal. A second later, he pulled himself from her. “Aaaarrrhhhhhh…”

 He held his gleaming tool
as he pointed it at Shelly’s belly, spurting a shocking amount of semen, which
doused her abdomen and breasts with milky fluid. It was like a fully loaded
water gun.

“That’s a good boy. You
liked her plenty, didn’t ya?”

He massaged his cock and
grunted in reply. Large drops of cum dripped from its end.

“Rest, Leonard. You can have
the next one when you’re ready. It’s your treat for being such a good boy.”

He glanced at us and
snorted. “Good,” he uttered. I shivered.

They released Shelly and
gave her a towel. Naked and traumatized, she returned to the cell where we held
her.

“I-can’t-believe-that-happened-to-me,”
she stammered.

“It’ll be all right,” I
murmured. “You’re gonna be okay. We have to think of a way out.”

“The guys are looking for us
right now,” said Leslie. “They’ll find us.”

I doubted that, but I had to
keep strong for Shelly. “For sure. They’ll be here soon. What the hell is that
thing
?
Jesus.”

“It’s fucking Bigfoot,”
hissed Leslie. “He’s real, for fuck’s sake.” Horror filled her eyes. “With a
huge cock.”

Shelly shivered.

I glanced at her. “Did it
hurt?”

She refused to look at me,
staring at the dirty floor instead. I took her silence as a reflection of the
ordeal she had just suffered. We were all going to be raped by that horrible
walking rug, and there wasn’t anything we could do about it. No sooner had this
thought crossed my mind, then Bigfoot returned. He’d recovered quickly. He
approached the cage, his hulking form menacing and eager. Dark eyes flashed as
he looked at me, which sent me to the wall.

“Which one do you want now,
Leonard? I’d go for the blonde. She sure is pretty.” The old woman stood behind
him with her hands on her hips.

He grunted and pointed at
Leslie. Relief flooded me, but then guilt set in. Unlocking the cage, he flung
open the door and grabbed her, hauling her out, screaming.

“Let go! Oh, my God, no!
Help! Help! Somebody help me!”

The woman closed the door.
“Shut that bitch up, Leonard!”

A furry hand whacked the
side of her head, stunning Leslie. She stopped screaming long enough for them
to take her clothes off and affix her to the table. A ball gag was shoved in
her mouth. The enormous rod of his pale cock suddenly sprung out from beneath
the mass of matted hair. I swallowed hard. It looked scary it was so big.

The old woman squirted oil.
“There we are. The young ones always shave. There’s a pretty pussy for you,
Leonard.”

“Good.” He grunted and began
to rub his meat against her slit, coating them both with oil. Shelly and I huddled
together, watching as his huge cock attacked her. Her clit was being massaged
with each pass in a deliberate and enticing manner.

“Oh, Leonard likes the
girls. That’s a good boy. You make her feel real nice.”

That old woman was
disturbing on several levels. What was she doing living out here with this
monster? Why would she condone this behavior? Was she really his mother? How
would that be possible? She was human, and he was a man, beast hybrid.

Leonard grunted and pushed
himself into Leslie’s pussy. The pale length of him penetrated deeply,
massaging her tight walls, and opening her for his pleasure. She moaned then
and closed her eyes. Tears were on her face, as the beast began to drive in
deeper. I noticed his balls this time, and they were huge. They had been hidden
inside the tuft of fur between his legs. Round and pale, they slapped the edge
of the table with a whacking sound, while his cock slid in and out.

“Good boy. Fuck that dirty
girl.”

Poor Leslie. She was
helpless and bound on the wooden table, unable to speak with the gag in her
mouth. All the while, a hulking creature whose cock was the size of a male arm
was abusing her precious body.

“Fuck that whore, Leonard!
Fuck her!”

He grunted and pounded her,
sliding in and out faster. She turned the vibrator on and held it against
Leslie’s clit. A second later, Leslie groaned and shuddered.

“That whore liked that. She
probably didn’t even need it.”

In the throws of orgasm,
Leslie trembled uncontrollably, just as the beast pulled himself from her and
grunted. He sprayed her with the end of his cock, which produced a shower of
cum. Her breasts glistened with the fluid, and a pool of spunk gathered in her
belly button.

“Good Leonard! Good boy!”
The old woman clapped her hands.

He rubbed his cock over her
slit and moaned. “Good.”

“Let’s eat dinner, and then
you can have the last one.” She glanced in my direction, and I cringed. “She’s
the prettiest of them all.”

Leonard grunted in
agreement, his black eyes flashing. I huddled closer to Shelly. I could feel
her shaking. She was naked with drying sperm all over her boobs that had begun
to flake off. The stone floor beneath us was cold, even in the heat of summer.

After Leslie had been
returned, we were given blankets, which we sat on and covered ourselves with. I
shook with fear and anxiety, knowing that I was next. Any moment now, that
horrible beast would enter and pull me out of the cage and abuse me on the
table. My naked friends huddled together with the blanket around them.

The old woman appeared, and
I recoiled.

“Hello, blondie. You’re
next, sweetheart.” She unlocked the cage.

Leonard was behind her, his
tongue licking his wet, black lips. Those eyes shone with an animalistic light,
as they roamed over my face. A strong, hairy hand reached in and grabbed me. I
screamed as I was dragged from the cage, in the clutches of a man-like beast.
Instead of being stripped and attached to the table, he took me up several
steps to the main part of the house. It looked like a log cabin.

“Leonard!” screamed the old
woman. “What are you doing?”

He grunted in reply, his
hands steady and strong as they held me to him. He smelled of animal hide,
which was heady and pungent. He ignored her and placed me on a fur carpet
before a fireplace. Stunned, I sat obediently, watching his every move as he
began to light a fire.

“This isn’t the plan,
Leonard. She needs to be caged or tied. You know that. The last time you did
this she got away.”

He grunted, dismissing her,
and continued to light the fire.

“Fine. Dumbass. I’m gonna get
some food and water for the whores. You better watch this one good.” She
stomped out of the room.

The fire blazed to life,
warm and inviting. I shivered, despite the heat from fear and anxiety. I had no
idea what would happen next, and, when his attention reverted to me, I
trembled. Drawing near, he touched my face with the pads of his black fingers.
I moved away from him, but he grabbed me and pressed me to him. I was smothered
by soft, matted hair, reminding me of a family pet.

The old woman passed through
carrying a tray of food. “She can’t be your prize, Leonard. I won’t allow it.”

He grunted at her angrily,
waving her away.

She harrumphed, “You dumb
ape.”

With surprising gentleness,
he held me to him, smelling my scent, his nose in my neck. He suddenly grabbed
my t-shirt and pulled it over my head, tossing it aside. Then he began to
unbutton my shorts.

“No! Don’t!”

I pushed and kicked trying
to stop him, but I was no match for his overpowering strength, and, within a
moment, I was naked. I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to shield myself
from his inquisitive gaze. His eyes sparkled with glossy blackness.

I found myself on the animal
hide, its softness at my back, cushioning me. He growled then, which made me
shiver. A hand touched my breasts; my nipple was pinched between two black
fingers. He flicked out a pink tongue, and I gasped. It was incredibly long
looking. As he pressed my breasts together and massaged them, he kissed my
stomach and licked my skin with an abrasive feeling tongue. Nothing that he did
hurt in any way. The gentleness of his caress left me shivering with pleasure,
as my fear began to dissipate. His tongue stroked and massaged my belly,
kneading the skin softly.

His mission was clear, and,
as he settled between my thighs, I knew what would happen. I closed my eyes not
wanting that long, abrasive tongue in me, but not being able to stop it. As the
fire roared and warmed us and my friends waited in the basement, trapped in a
cage, I felt the longest, most incredible tongue slide past my portal. He drove
deep, filling me entirely.

“Oh, my God…”

The pad of his thumb drew
over my clit, and I moaned. The tongue wiggled and moved within me, driving
ever deeper into my honeyed recesses. The bliss of this encounter should not be
understated. Mating with an animal, part man, part beast, was as unthinkable as
having sex with a donkey, and yet, here I was reveling in the experience and
not wanting it to end. That tongue prodded something deep, making me moan with
pleasure so intense, my fingers drove into the fur on his head, holding him in
place.

“Oh…no…ooohhh…”

There wasn’t a part of my
pussy that he wasn’t exploring, tasting. The long, extending tip of his tongue
lapped at my walls, feeling the contours of my anatomy. This treatment had me thrusting
my pelvis up and grinding myself against his hairy face. The pad of his finger
over my clit was my undoing, and, as I screamed with release, he worked deeply,
helping me to an explosive climax.

“Oh! Yes! Yes!”

I writhed and trembled with
completion, the last dregs of bliss slowly slipping away. He sat up and moved
away a patch of fur exposing his enormous cock. I gasped when I saw it. His
balls were surprisingly hairless and pink just like his penis. He began to rub
and stimulate himself, while watching me intently.

He grunted then and held
himself, nodding fervently. I knew what he wanted. How on earth would that
thing
fit in my mouth? He pointed at me and then at his cock. He wanted me to suck
it.
Ugh. God, help me. I can’t do this.
The end glistened with fluid. My
belly twisted with anxiety and fear. I didn’t want to touch it. I didn’t want
to lick it. He grabbed my head and held me before his cock, while it twitched
and leaked. Grunting, he pushed it against my mouth, wetting me with his pre-come.
I had no choice but to open for him. He tasted salty, and he smelled of pussy.
The tip was round and spongy and surprisingly soft. I managed to get it into my
mouth. He groaned as I sucked on him. I marveled at how large he was. He
stroked the shaft, while I drew on the top portion. The effort it took to
please him had my jaw aching, but I persevered on, eating and massaging him
with my tongue. I licked the sides, feeling the ridges and veins beneath the
skin.

“Good,” he groaned in a
husky, deep voice.

Stunned that he had spoken,
I glanced up at him while his cock was in my mouth. His black eyes shined with
pleasure, and his thumb touched my face. I maintained eye contact for long
minutes, while sucking and gagging on him. He began to slide in and out, using
my mouth as someone would a pussy. His increased breathing and the rasping
quality of his groans gave way the fact that his release was drawing near. He
worked his shaft, milking the tool, while I sucked and dragged on his end.
Groaning, he began to ejaculate, and the first rush of liquid hit the back of
my throat. He pulled himself free, as he sprayed my face. I held my mouth open,
catching a torrent of cum, while the rest splashed onto my breasts and beyond.
Even my hair was wet. Sperm dripped from my eyelashes.