Shifters, Beasts, and Monsters (29 page)

“Oohh…good. Good…” he
rasped.

Just when I thought he was
finished, another burst of hot, salty fluid doused me, spritzing my forehead
and chin. I sputtered trying to breathe through the ordeal. When at last he had
emptied himself, he handed me a towel. To my shock, he grabbed me and held me
to him.

“Here’s food, Leonard.” The
old lady left a tray behind. She muttered as she left the room, “If she
escapes. It’s your own damn fault.”

Chapter Five

Leonard and I slept before
the fire. I was snuggled in his fur, his heart beating against me. It was
surprisingly comfortable being this close to a man-like animal. He awoke in the
night, and a long seeking finger began to slide over my pussy. I sighed, not
really wanting him to touch me, but having no means to stop it. The ease, with
which the finger moved, indicated that my body was responding to him. My mind
rebelled and cursed me for giving in to this creature, but my pussy throbbed,
thinking about how wonderful his tongue had been.

He growled and pushed me
onto my back, where he sought entrance into my wetness and prodded me with his
long, talented tongue. I moaned and drove my fingers through his hair, arching
my back. He thrust into me, filling me completely. As soon as his massage had
begun, it ended. Disappointed, I sat up to look at him. He held his cock, and I
knew what he wanted. I took him into my mouth sucking and gagging on the
incredible length and width of him.

The fire had died down, and
the house was quiet. Only the sound of the ape’s raspy breathing disturbed the
peace. His cock glistened with my saliva and his pre-come. He grasped me and
forced me onto my hands and knees. From behind, he gripped my hips while his
huge, hard meat pressed against my opening. The feel of something so large
trying to gain entrance had my stomach clenching with pleasure. He spat on his
hand and wiped it against my pussy for lubrication. Then he drove the engorged,
rounded head into me, opening me up for the rest of him.

“Oh, God, Leonard!”

I had no idea something that
large could feel so good. His cock was long and hard, yet surprisingly soft and
yielding. There was nothing painful about this insertion what so ever. I gasped
as he drove in deep, feeling him in my belly.

“Good! Good!” he rasped.

“Oh, God…no…God…fuck me!”

The naughty, taboo nature of
this joining, mixed with the incredible pleasure had me tingling and buzzing
from my ears all the way to my toes, which had curled under. Giving in to him
was not only depraved, but something I wanted desperately. Those huge balls
slapped against me, making noisy smacking sounds. I was being reamed, with a
considerable object bent on teasing me to completion. My orgasm was hurtling
towards me, threatening to engulf me far too soon. I wished I could put it off,
so I could enjoy the feel of him sliding in and out, but I was a goner.
Gripping the fur rug with my fingertips, I screamed with release, as the climax
ripped through my system, forcing me to clamp down on the massive cock in my
pussy.

“Oh! Leonard! Fuck me, fuck
me!”

He obliged by driving in
hard and stiffening, groaning loudly. His sperm gushed inside of me like a dam
bursting. It overwhelmed my pussy, running down my thighs in a torrent of
wetness.

“Good! Good!” he rasped, in
a throaty, hoarse sounding voice.

His fingers dug into my hips
as he continued to spray me with his release. Pools of wetness dripped to the
carpet. I collapsed onto my belly, gasping for breath, my heart pounding in my
chest. Leonard lay next to me, pulling me to him. His hand touched my bottom.

“Good,” he murmured.

It wasn’t long before we
fell asleep.

I woke the next morning with
the old lady staring down at me.

“Get up, you dumb bitch.”

Leonard was gone. I was
naked, with crusty flakes of sperm all over me. My pussy was still wet with semen.
“What?”

“Do you want a shower or
not?”

I sat up. “Yes.”

“Come with me.”

The bathroom was rustic,
with a hole in the floor for a toilet and a hanging showerhead over a tin bin.
The water was cold, and I sputtered and froze, while quickly washing myself
clean with a plain looking bar of soap. Shivering, I wrapped a towel around me.

The old woman seemed frail
and weak. I was a foot taller. I wondered if I could overpower her and escape?
But, I couldn’t leave my friends. There had to be a way to rescue them and run
to freedom.

“Come on, bitch. I don’t
have all day.”

“What’s your name?”

“None of your damn
business.”

“Is that creature really
your son?”

“Quit talking.” She grabbed
my arm with surprising strength. “Down with you. Let’s go.” She shoved me from
the room towards the basement. “Move it!”

I stumbled down the stairs,
trying not to fall. I was soon locked in the cage with Shelly and Leslie. We
hugged each other. They had water and beef jerky, which I ate. I had food last
night, but I was starving again.

“He’s gone somewhere,” I
whispered.

“What happened to you?”
asked Shelly.

“I slept…with him. There’s a
fireplace upstairs.”

“How are we gonna get outta
here?” asked Leslie. “I can’t stand being in this stupid cage like some fucking
animal.”

“He’s a lot nicer than that
bitch,” I said. “I’m thinking of a plan, but you may not like it.”

“What?” asked Shelly. “Just
throw it out there. We gotta do something.”

“We could get him to tie her
up. Then we could…do things with him until he falls asleep. I slept with him
last night, and I wasn’t tied up. I could’ve escaped if I wanted to. He sleeps
pretty soundly.”

Shelly’s eyes widened. “We
could do that.”

“It…wasn’t that bad,”
whispered Leslie. “I mean…it didn’t hurt.” She lowered her eyes. She was
referring to having sex with the animal. “That woman has to go. She’s a
problem.”

“That’s what I’m sayin’,” I
said. “If we can get him to tie her up, then we have a chance.”

“I’m game, if you are,” said
Shelly. “He’s a fucking horndog, is what he is. All he wants to do is fuck us.
We could manipulate him with sex and then escape.”

“Exactly.” A sense of
empowerment gripped me. “We can do this. He’s weak that way. It’s like all his
brains are in his cock.”

Leslie laughed bitterly, “I
can’t believe this. How did this happen to us?”

“I tried to ask that old
bitch questions, but she wouldn’t talk to me. He can talk a little. I know he
understands everything. We can use that to our advantage. And, I think he likes
me. Let me mess with him. He trusts me.”

Shelly sighed. “God, I hope
this works. We have to get outta here.”

I hugged her. “It will. We
can do this. It’ll work.”

“It better,” muttered
Leslie.

We spent the day caged and
bored. The three of us were naked, with towels and blankets wrapped around us.
We waited for the opportunity to enact our plan, and, as the sun began to set
and the basement darkened, our opportunity finally materialized.

Leonard was before the cage,
staring at us, his huge, hulking frame filling the space. He smelled of fresh
air and animal hide. His feet were dirty, caked with mud. He sniffed us, his
black nostrils flaring.

“Can we come out and play
with you?” I asked. I neared the bars. “We all want to.” I glanced at my
friends. “If you let us out, we could suck your cock.”

Surprise lit his eyes. He
tilted his head to the side, clearly mulling over what I said.

“That horrible woman has to
be tied up, Leonard. She’d spoil the fun, if she knew.” I grasped the bar.
“Wouldn’t it feel nice to have three tongues on your cock?”

To my surprise, his penis
began to push through the thick hide of matted fur. My words had affected him!
I felt giddy. This was working. I glanced at Shelly and winked at her. What I
hadn’t anticipated was his next move. He neared and thrust his cock between the
bars.

“Aw, fuck,” muttered Leslie.
“That worked well.”

“Shush,” I admonished. We
could still manipulate him. I had to try harder. “Let’s suck this cock, girls.
It looks so good.”

I was acting, but by the way
my pussy throbbed, my body remembered everything he had done to me the night
before. It had been pleasurable. I got on my knees and licked the rounded head.
It was so long, that it reached into our cage by nearly a foot. Pre-come had
escaped, and I sucked it away, eliciting a primal groan from the beast.

Shelly was on her knees. “Ugh,
I can’t believe I have to do this.”

“Just shut up and suck.”

Leslie seemed reluctant.
“Great idea, Porsche.”

I wasn’t able to respond
because his cock was down my throat, making me choke and stretching my lips to
their limit. Shelly slid down the shaft, tonguing and sucking him.

“Good,” he groaned hoarsely.

“If you let us out, we could
have fun together, Leonard.”

Shelly and Leslie worked his
dick, sucking and licking noisily.

“We could do it so much
better, if we were out of this cage. Wouldn’t you like that?”

“Good.”

“You’re such a hard boy,
Leonard. Your cock is so big. Please fuck me with it again. Please.”

He groaned, and it rumbled
deep in his chest. “Good.”

“What’s happening here?” The
old woman was back.

The ape-man turned and
growled. I waited with bated breath, wondering what would happen next. Had my
naughty suggestions worked?

“You can have one of them in
a minute, Leonard. I just want to—”

He growled, silencing her.
To my amazement, he grabbed her, picking her off her feet, her sneakers dangling
above the stone floor. I feared for a moment that he would kill her, but
instead, he placed her on the table.

“Leonard! Stop this! What
are you doing? You can’t do this! I’m your mother!”

He strapped her in and
shoved the ball gag in her mouth, silencing her protests. Grabbing the key, he
unlocked our cage, setting us free. I was so grateful, I nearly hugged him.

“Stick to the plan, ladies,”
I murmured.

We followed him, passing the
old lady, who struggled and moaned with her mouth full. I winked at her. “See
you never, bitch.”

In the living room, Leonard
lit a fire and produced a bottle of what looked like homemade booze. I took a
sip, and it burned going down my throat. His pale cock had yet to shrink, as it
stood out from his hairy body, demanding and hard. I knew Shelly and Leslie
were itching to make a run for it, but we had to get this beast to sleep,
before we could contemplate an escape, and that meant fucking him to
exhaustion. I tingled just thinking about how pleasurable this might be.

Chapter Six

Leonard laid on the rug with
his huge, pale cock jutting out from tufts of dark brown hair. His black eyes
gleamed with a carnal light, as he anticipated what we were about to do to him.
Neither Shelly nor Leslie seemed inclined to take the initiative, so I grabbed
his cock and sucked the rounded end into my mouth.

“Good,” he moaned.

I worked him as aggressively
as I could, while Leslie massaged one of his huge balls. With a grimace, Shelly
reluctantly helped; she worked one side, and I the other. Our tandem
ministrations made him moan hoarsely over and over. Gagging on him had made me
so horny, that I felt my juices sliding out, wetting me. His cock glistened in
the firelight looking invitingly yummy.

“I…have an idea.” Straddling
him, I shocked my friends by lowering on his tool. I wasn’t able to sit down
completely because he was too long, but I could kneel over him, taking my
pleasure from him, which I did shamelessly. His hands went to my hips, as he
guided me over him. “Oh, my God.”

Shelly and Leslie exchanged
a glance. They said nothing as I took him, forcing that talented organ to
massage me intimately. The feel of something that soft and big, left me
throbbing with arousal. My breasts jiggled and thrashed with the movements of
my hips, but I couldn’t stop myself. My body was hell-bent on achieving
release, and, even though I had shocked my friends, I sensed they were as
turned on as I was.

“Oh, God, Leonard!” I thrust
my hips back and forth, using him. His fur tickled my inner thighs, but none of
it mattered at the moment, because I was about to lose my mind to sheer bliss.
Throwing my head back, I moaned, “Ooohh…ooohhh…yes…” My tummy shuddered, my
hips shook, and my sex clenched around the massive tool in my pussy. It was
dirty to feel this good, but I didn’t care.

“Omigod, move. I gotta try
that.” Shelly pushed me off Leonard and climbed on.

His eyes blazed as a second
girl climbed over him and lowered on his cock. I was mildly surprised that
Shelly had taken him on, but she seemed more than eager to taste ape-man’s
delights. She began to rut, thrusting her hips back and forth.

I glanced at Leslie. “He has
a really big tongue. You should sit on his face.”

“No!” She looked horrified.

“I would. It’s amazing.”

“You’re a couple of sluts.”

My mouth dropped open. “Do
you think I really enjoyed that?” I lied. “It’s the plan, asshole. Do you want
to die in the woods?” What was the matter with this moron? Did she have any
sense of self-preservation?

Leslie shook her head,
looking unsure and horrified.

“Fuck him! Help us, for
Christ’s sakes.”

“Oh, man!” cried Shelly.
“It’s so good. Fuck me, Bigfoot! Fuck me!” Her ass jiggled as she rode him like
a prize bull at the rodeo. “Fuck me with that big, nasty cock!”

With a look of distaste,
Leslie sat on his face, and he obliged her by thrusting his tongue up into her
snatch. While he was thus occupied, I got up and searched for our clothes,
which I found in a pile on the kitchen table. Our shoes were nearby. I snatched
the items and left them by the front door, which I quietly threw up a metal
lock on.

The scene in the living room
was surreal. Two women were fucking the legend, the beast that was Bigfoot.
This big, burly hunk of prehistoric creation was nothing more than a horny man
with an enormous cock. He had to kidnap women to satisfy his lust. It didn’t
surprise me that no one knew about his penchant for pussy. What woman in her
right mind would crawl out of the woods and claim that Bigfoot had raped her? I
hadn’t even entertained the notion that perhaps he and the old women murdered
their victims. That was too terrifying to contemplate. We would not die tonight
in the forest at the hands of an over-sexed ape. I was determined to escape
with my friends, and, if that meant whoring myself out for a while, then so be
it.

“I’m…shit! So close. It’s
soooo good.” Shelly fucked him, grinding down hard with each thrust.

“Oh…my…” Leslie was flushed
from her tummy all the way to her face. “You can’t tell anyone about this,” she
breathed. “Swear it!”

I took a swig of the moonshine,
eyeing them. “I’m not talking.” She worried about her reputation, when the only
thing that mattered was escape.

“I can’t take it. Ooohhh…”
Shelly moaned, her hands gripping his hairy belly.

“Good!” Good!” he rasped.
Then he drove his tongue up into Leslie’s snatch filling her to the brim.

“Oh! God…” she moaned and
shuddered over him, finding her own slice of bliss at the end of his abrasive,
yet well-endowed tongue.

Shelly lifted herself from
his glistening tool. We shared a conspiratorial glance and grabbed for his meat
at the same time. Then we set about licking and sucking him. He smelled musky
and heavily of pussy. Our juices had dripped to his hide, making the fur reek
faintly of wet dog hair. While the fire crackled and blazed warmly, the three
of us ate his meat, licking, sucking, and tonguing him, while he growled and
groaned, the sound rumbling in his chest. We had him now, exactly where we
wanted him, and, as soon as he squirted, he would fall asleep.

“Good…good…” he moaned
raggedly.

I nibbled on the end of his
juicy cock, munching gently on the spongy, soft texture of him. He oozed
pre-com, the clear fluid sliding down his shaft. Leslie sucked and licked his
massive balls, pulling them away from his furry body. Shelly had her mouth open
running it up and down his shaft. There was more than enough cock for the three
of us.

“Good!” he roared.

The first shot of cum took
me by surprise, because it caught me in the face, nearly hitting my eye.

“Acchh…grroarrrrr…” he
howled

An arching spray of milky
spunk flew into the air, followed by several more spurts that landed in his
fur. He growled and shuddered as yet more came, squirting into the air.

“Wow,” murmured Leslie.

He collapsed and groaned;
his breathing was deep and ragged. I pointed silently, indicating that we
should lie down and pretend to sleep. “I’m so tired, guys.” I faked a yawn.
“I’m beat.”

I lay snuggled next to him,
and he put his arm around me. Leslie and Shelly grabbed a blanket and huddled
together by the fire. It wasn’t long before the sounds of his snoring filled
the room. The deep, even breathing as his chest rose and fell, revealed that he
was fast asleep. I gently slid out from under his arm and crawled over to my
friends. I motioned for the door, and together we tiptoed to it. It creaked
ever so slightly, and I feared he would wake up. He continued to snore, his
belly moving faintly.

Leaving the cabin, we raced
naked and shoeless into the forest, only stopping when we were a safe distance
away.

“Put these on.” I threw
clothes at Shelly. “I can’t tell what’s what.”

“Thanks,” said Shelly.
“Fuck, I never thought he’d sleep.”

“I’m so glad to be free, but
how the hell are we gonna find the guys?” Leslie looked worried.

“They have to be searching
for us,” I said. “We’ll be all right. Let’s just get outta here.”

“Amen to that,” said Shelly.

We walked for what felt like
hours. As the first streams of light began to filter down through the trees, we
realized that we were hopelessly lost. Tired, thirsty, and demoralized, I
stumbled along behind Shelly, who had begun to cry. I was hoarse from trying to
reassure her that we would find Mr. Vandekamp and the boys. They had to be out
searching for us. A movement up ahead caught my eye, and I felt a spark of
hope.

“Guys! Somebody’s over
there!”

“Where?” asked Leslie. “You
see them?”

“I saw…something.” Nervous
knots formed in my belly. “Maybe it was a deer or something.”

“Hello?” called Shelly.
“Cameron, Darren, Christopher? Mr. Vandekamp?” She stumbled on ahead, leaving
us behind.

I was too tired to stop her.
We came to a small clearing, the warmth of the sun shining down on us. The
muscles in my legs screamed for rest, but we had to keep going. A pair of hairy
feet suddenly appeared before me, and I gasped.

“Oh, my God!”

It was our Bigfoot or was it?
To my horror, he had a friend, and they growled at us, exposing full sets of
dripping, sharp teeth. I glanced at Leslie. She’d frozen and turned white.

“Um…guys,” she whispered and
collapsed, fainting.

“Motherfucker,” cried
Shelly. “What the fuck? Now there’s two of ‘em?”

One of the creatures threw
back his head and laughed, frightening several birds into flight. It sounded
like the special effects in a horror movie. His black eyes glimmered with
interest. It was then that I recognized him. It was Leonard. Who was his
friend, or did I even want to know?

He pointed a black finger at
me. “You mine,” he rasped.

“Yeah, I told you they
wouldn’t get far, these bimbos,” said the old woman. She appeared suddenly
wearing sturdy walking shoes and carrying a formidable looking stick. “We’ll
keep the blonde. The
stiyaha
can have the other two. They’ll breed good
and proper.”

I was going to throw up. My
stomach lurched. “I have a family! I have to go home!”

Leonard laughed, and it
chilled me to the bone.

The woman was in my face,
smiling like the insane person she was. “Oh, honey, peaches. You are home.
We’re your family now. You’re gonna be carrying the next generation of little
Leonard’s. You probably got one growing in you right now.”

Shelly was slung over the
shoulder of the other Bigfoot. He grunted and took her off into the woods.
“Help! Somebody help me! God…please…” Her pleas drifted into the distance.

To my utter shock, there had
been a third creature hiding. He approached with silent grace, picking Leslie
off the ground and slinging her unconscious body over his shoulder. He trotted
off into the woods with his stolen possession.

“Let’s go, Leonard. Time to
take blondie home.”

I turned and ran, sprinting
into the woods, fleeing as fast as I could. The feel of strong hands grabbing
my t-shirt halted my escape. The fabric ripped, and I suddenly found myself
topless.

“No! Shit! No!”

He tossed me over his
shoulder like a sack of potatoes and hauled me off into the forest. The only
evidence that we had been there was the discarded remnants of a dark blue
t-shirt, which clung to the branches of a low-growing bush.