Shifters, Beasts, and Monsters (32 page)

Chapter Four

The orgy continued by the
fire until we had utterly satiated ourselves. I collapsed into the arms of my
ape lover and slept like a dead person, until noisy birdcalls woke us. After a
breakfast of handpicked berries and fish, we packed our things and continued
into the forest. I had thought we were going to stay with Maggy’s sister and
her horny band of Bigfoots, but it was not to be. They trudged along with us in
a lengthy single file.

I was relieved Shelly was
with me. “Where’s Leslie?”

“She got taken by another
group. We might be heading there. Dale doesn’t talk much.”

“That’s your guy?”

“Yeah.”

I glanced around, observing
the denseness of the trees. We had descended into a rocky, moss-covered ravine.
“How are we gonna escape?”

She sighed. “The fuck if I
know.”

“They’re searching for us.”

Her eyes lit up. “Really?”

“Don’t get too excited.
That’s why we left the cabin. They won’t be able to find us now. We’re miles
and miles away.”

“Shit!”

Maggy and her sister were up
ahead, laughing and talking. Three apes were behind us making sure we kept up
and didn’t escape.

“An opportunity will present
itself sometime. I know it will. We just gotta be patient.”

Shelly stared straight
ahead. “He’s kinda nice to me.”

She was referring to Dale.
“Yeah. Leonard’s a sweetheart too, but…I gotta get home. My parents are
freaking out. My mom’s probably thinkin’ I died or something.”

Her demeanor suddenly
changed. Tears were in her eyes. “How is escape possible? I don’t know. We’re
so screwed.”

“We’ll think of something,
Shelly-belly. It’s gonna be okay. All right? At least we’re together now. I’ve
somebody to talk to.”

She sniffed. “I’m so glad
you’re here.”

I gave her a quick hug.
“Ditto.”

We stopped for lunch by a
stream and ate jerky and carrots. The apes seemed to get along well, chatting
and snorting amongst themselves. Maggy and her sister fussed over them like the
attentive mother hens they were. We set out again shortly and walked for hours
until the sun began to descend. This time, instead of stopping to make camp, we
continued on well after sunset. I was exhausted. The backpack felt like a ton
of bricks, dragging me down. My shoulders ached, and the muscles in my thighs
throbbed.

Trudging through the forest
in the darkness was hazardous. None of us carried flashlights, and the moon was
dimmed by the thickness of the trees. The sounds of owls and crickets
resonated, making me shiver with a fear of dark and unknown things that lurked
within the underbrush.

Lights emerged in the
distance along with the sound of talking. We were nearing another Bigfoot camp,
but this one seemed large. Movement in the bushes revealed fearsome looking
apes. They’d jumped out around us, pointing spears and snarling viciously, with
sharp teeth bared. When they realized who we were, their expressions softened,
and they welcomed us heartily. The sneers turned into happy grunts and shouts
of joy.

I walked amongst thatched
huts, a roaring fire, and dozens of apes. I was shocked to see little Bigfoots
scrambling about.

They had children!

Two white women emerged; one
was pregnant. I glanced at Shelly, and her eyes were huge.

“Holy shit.”

“I think these women were
kidnapped like us.”

She nodded. “No doubt.”

We sat on animal pelts and
were given wooden bowls filled with meat and fruit. I ate and watched in
amazement as the hairy children ran around snorting and laughing, while the
parents talked and grunted. Maggy and her sister were seated with the other
women, and they chatted amiably. Leonard had come up behind me, and he drew me
onto his lap. He ate, while I rested my head against his warm, snuggly chest.
His hand was around my midsection, rubbing my belly. I felt a rush of
tenderness at the closeness, which surprised me. Dale snatched Shelly, although
she protested and fought him at first, and placed her on his lap. She settled
in a moment later and sighed contentedly.

Some time later, the
pregnant woman approached me. “I’m Zelda.”

“Porsche.”

“I bet you’re wondering what
we’re doing with these apes, aren’t you?”

“You were kidnapped like
me.”

“Yes.”

“You never got away.”

She brushed her messy black
hair away from her face. “Oh, honey, I tried. I ran about ten times, but they
always caught me. I gave up after that. I got me my man,” she pointed to the
hairy ape by the trees, “and he loves me. He takes real good care of me and my
babies. They need us to breed. They’re no female apes. We only give birth to
boys.”

“Really?” That was an
astounding bit of information.

“Yeah. Don’t know why. And,
even though I’m pregnant now, it don’t mean the baby will survive. The
mortality rate is high. Really high.”

Shelly had been listening to
this conversation. “Where’s Leslie? She was kidnapped with us.”

“She’s in the cave with
Bubba.”

Relief washed over me.
“Who’s Bubba?”

“Our leader. He’s the oldest
of the apes. You’ll meet him soon enough.”

Shelly glanced at me, and to
my surprise, she smiled crookedly. “We’re fucked seven ways to Sunday,
Porsche.”

“Probably.” I leaned into
Leonard; his nose was pressed to my neck. I tingled all the way down my spine,
shivering with pleasure.

After we had eaten, Shelly
and I were led down a torch lit path to a rocky outcropping, which revealed an
opening in the side of the mountain. An inner passageway brought us to a
smaller room with a fire and animal pelts scattered all over the stone floor. A
naked woman slept on a soft looking fur. The whiteness of her skin was a marked
contrast to the dark animal pelt. She stirred as we neared, and her eyes flew
open.

“Leslie!” I gasped.

She sprang to her feet and
hugged me. “Porsche! Oh, my God! It’s so good to see you.” She hugged Shelly.
“You guys look great. I wondered what the hell had happened to you.”

The ape named Bubba was
seated several feet away, smoking a long pipe that smelled pungently of
marijuana. His hooded eyes roamed over us. Leonard and Dale drew near and
grunted a greeting to their leader, who snorted in response.

Leslie was wide-eyed and
eager, happiness shone in her expression. We sat next to her on a fur. She
didn’t seem to mind her own nakedness as she sat straight with her perky
breasts thrusting out.

“How’ve you been?” I asked.
“Are you all right?”

She smiled sheepishly.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I’ve…been taken care of.”

I knew what she meant by
that. “These apes are sweet…but—”

“Yeah,” she agreed, “but we
gotta get home.”

“I don’t know how we’re
gonna do that,” said Shelly.

“Guys,” whispered Leslie.
“We don’t have to worry about it tonight. I’ve some ideas. I’ll tell you about
them tomorrow. There might be a way to escape. I’m working on it.”

Leonard approached. He held
out his hand. “Come.”

He helped me to my feet, and
Dale helped Shelly to hers. We were taken further into the cave with Leslie and
Bubba following. Torches illuminated the gray stone walls, casting splashes of
light over the dusty floor. The sound of dripping water had my attention, and,
as we neared the source, a room emerged with what looked like a shallow
swimming pool. Soft animal pelts had been strewn about, and Bubba sat on one,
pulling Leslie onto his lap. The pipe was in his mouth, filling the space with
its pungent odor.

Leonard stepped into the
pool and held out his arms. He wanted me to enter. I prepared myself for the
cold, but, to my astonishment, the water was heated. It was a thermal spring! I
whipped my t-shirt over my head and stepped out of my shorts and panties. I was
submerged within seconds, sighing with bliss. Swimming under the surface, the
feel of it invigorated me, washing sweat and dirt from my pores. I dunked my
head and rubbed my scalp, cleaning my hair. Leonard watched me, his black eyes
flashing with a carnal light. I’d seen that look before. It pleased him that I
was happy. He took the opportunity to clean himself as well, washing his face
with his hands. Shelly and Dale did the same, enjoying the warmth of the water.

“Rrrroooaaarrrr…”

The sound of Bubba filled
the room.

Leslie’s mouth was wide
open, sucking on the end of his enormous phallus. He’d reclined, letting her
work him at will; his hands were behind his head. The mood suddenly shifted. I
tensed, my pussy throbbing, knowing what was to come and welcoming it
wholeheartedly. Leonard grabbed me, kissing my neck, his hands massaging my
breasts, tweaking my nipples, sending pulses of excitement down my spine. He
lifted me out of the water and set me down near the edge, where he pressed my
back to a pelt. Raising my legs, my pussy was exposed to his eager eyes. He
laved my slit with that extra long tongue, toying and pleasuring me. Pushing on
the backs of my thighs, my bottom was elevated, entirely exposed to him. His
tongue began to prod around the puckered edges of my sphincter.

“Oh, Leonard.”

It was naughty having that
part of my anatomy invaded; yet, the sensation curled my toes with pleasure.
His saliva lubricated the entrance, allowing his tongue to slide in easily,
filling me with its supple softness. It sunk deep into my bottom, massaging my
inner walls, making me gasp and writhe on the fur. My fingers dove into his
matted hair, holding him to me.

“Oh, God, yes!”

I glanced over at Leslie,
and she was on her hands and knees with Bubba taking her from behind. His pale
cock glistened in the torchlight. “Ooohhh…fuck me, you big hairy ape! Fuck me!”

The wetness of Leonard’s
saliva slid down my buttcrack. He fucked my ass, driving his tongue in deep.
His strokes were sinuous, yet strong, moving in and out. I was being reamed
thoroughly and enjoying every second of it. My finger drifted to my pussy, and
I played with myself.

“Rrrraaaaoooooaaarrr…”
Bubba’s voice echoed off the stonewalls.

“That’s it, you hairy ape.
Fuck me!” uttered Leslie. “Ooohhh…fuck me.”

Leonard got out of the
water, snatching a leather pouch, which I knew contained some type of oil. I
shivered, thinking that he was going to plunge his cock into my ass. It would
be intensely pleasurable, because I had been thoroughly primed.

Chapter Five

Shelly and her Bigfoot joined
us on the animal pelts, Dale rubbing oil onto Shelly’s bottom and dipping a
long, black finger into her ass.

“Ooohhh…these dirty apes,”
breathed Shelly. “How is anal sex gonna make a baby?”

I laughed, “I don’t think
making babies is what they’re thinking about right now.”

“It sure isn’t.”

Dale’s pale cock looked
huge. His balls swayed beneath his organ, heavy and bloated with semen. These
apes had buckets full of jizz, enough to fill an entire pitcher. My pussy
throbbed just thinking about it. Leonard’s talented tongue drove into the inner
recesses of my bottom, playing with me one last time before he applied the oil,
rubbing it over my loosened hole. A finger slid in, and I gasped, it felt so
good.

“Oh, Leonard.”

“Good ass,” he rasped. “Good
ass.”

“Oh, my God. Fuck my ass. Do
it.” It was shameful, but I wanted to feel that enormous cock stretching me
wide. “Be a dirty ape.”

Shelly’s Bigfoot rubbed his
cock against her asshole, pressing the rounded tip into her sensitive muscles.
“Oh, shit! It’s big.” She glanced at me, her face a mask of lust and pain.
“Oh-fuck-shit!”

I couldn’t think anymore,
because Leonard’s penis was pressing into me, demanding entrance. I gasped as
the plump end pushed me open, widening me to impossible breadths. My fingers
toyed with my pussy feeling the wetness of my arousal.

“Good ass. Good!”

“Oh, God, yeah!” shouted
Leslie.

“Grrrrooooaaaarrrr!” Bubba
hammered her pussy with his cock, filling the cavern with the sounds of his
balls slapping against skin. He stiffened then, emptying himself inside of
Leslie, her pussy gushing sperm.

“Oh, fuck!” Shelly’s bottom
was being reamed by a slick, pale looking shaft. “You dirty, boy. Oooohhh…”

My bottom was on fire.
Although I had been primed, the insertion of something so large still stung. I gritted
my teeth as the enormous head crossed the threshold, pushing the bands of my
muscles to their limits.

“Oh, my God! Oh, God…”

“Good, good!” grunted
Leonard.

His fingers gripped my hips
as he drove in with a fluid thrust, filling me completely. Leslie drew near,
having satisfied her ape. Her hand touched my back.

“That’s gotta hurt.”

I groaned in the throws of
pleasure and agony. “Ooohhh…”

Her hand drifted to my
pussy, a finger stroking my clit. “This should make you feel better.”

I had to brace myself using
both hands, and I hadn’t been able to touch my swollen nub. Leslie rubbed her
finger against the sensitive lump, making me tremble with a rush of pleasurable
sensations.

“Good ass, good!” groaned
Leonard.

“Aw, fuck!” shouted Shelly.
“Fuck me, you big, nasty ape!”

The smell of marijuana
filled the room. Bubba had lit up, lounging on his furs, relaxing in his
post-coital bliss. He rubbed his enlarged, furry tummy watching us. The cock in
my ass drove deep; the pressure in my lower anatomy was intense, spurring me
onwards towards an incredible buildup. With the help of Leslie’s well-placed
finger, I knew I was tumbling headlong into an extraordinary release that would
leave my senses completely shattered.

“Oh, God, Leonard.”

“Grrrooooaaarrrr…”

His balls slapped against my
ass with loud smacking sounds.

“Your clit’s so big,
Porsche. Wow.”

Leslie’s finger played with
my nub, rolling it between her finger and thumb. I tensed, thrusting my ass up,
taking Leonard’s cock even deeper.

“Oh, oooohhh…” I was on the
brink. Every nerve ending in my bottom screamed with agony, which in turn made
the pleasure that much more extreme. “Oh, God…”

“Good, blonde, good!” cried
Leonard.

“Oh, yeah,” screamed Shelly.

“Whoooaaaarrrrr…” Dale drove
into her ass, suddenly stiffening. A deluge of milky cream rushed out of her
bottom, pouring down her inner thighs.

“Bad ape,” she gasped. “You
dirty ape.”

I was done for. Leonard’s
thrusting drove me over the edge. I convulsed, moaning while the orgasm ravaged
my system. My anal muscles clamped around the cock in my ass, as Leonard
shouted, thrusting and emptying himself deep inside of me. The wetness of his
release poured out of my hole, running down my thighs to the fur beneath my
knees.

“Grrroooooaaaarrrrr! Good
ass! Good!”

“Oh, Leonard. Oh, shit!”

My bottom smarted from the
size of his cock, but the pain had been worth it. Anal orgasms were far more
intense than vaginal ones. They seemed to engage the entire abdominal region
including the muscles in my cunt. Collapsing onto the animal pelt, Leonard
joined me, throwing his arm over my back.

By morning, I was exhausted,
yet thoroughly relaxed having had sex all night long. I found Leslie by the
fire, drinking from a tin cup.

“You said you had a plan.”

She nodded. Her long brown
hair was a mess around her. “I have a cell phone. It was in my pocket.”

“Holy shit.”

She glanced around
nervously. Maggy and her sister were washing clothes in a nearby stream. “I
still have two bars left, but there’s no reception out here.”

“They could use your phone
to find us. They could like track us or something. That’s how they found that
missing hiker in the news.”

“Yep. That’s what I’m
hoping.”

I sighed. “Thank God.”

“You seem to like Leonard.”

That was embarrassing. “Um,
he’s…nice to me.”

She laughed, “Those horny
apes. I never thought in a million years I’d be having sex with prehistoric
monsters. What the fuck?”

I shook my head. “How nobody
knows they exist is beyond me.”

“Well, they’re gonna find
them now. If they follow my phone, they’ll find us.”

“I wonder how long that’ll
take?”

She shrugged. “Don’t know.”

Maggy approached, looking
stern. “This ain’t no leisure camp. Ya’ll need to follow me. We got work to
do.”

She was dressed in shorts
and a torn t-shirt. Her long gray hair was in a ponytail. Her thin limbs looked
feeble, but I wasn’t fooled for one second. Maggy was a tough bitch with the
constitution of an ox. Leslie, Shelly, and I were pressed into service, having
to prepare the morning meal for the tribe and washing-up afterwards. Then we
were taken to a hut, which held primitive looking looms. For hours we labored
holding the warp threads under tension to interweave the weft threads. Maggy
had explained the mechanics to us in surprising detail. The patterns were
basic, yet pretty. Towards the end of the day, we were given baskets to pick
berries. A hairy ape followed us to make sure we did not try to escape.

The dinner feast was
incredible. Several chickens roasted on a spit, while bowls filled with nuts,
fruits, and some sort of grain were passed around. I sat with Leonard, my back
against his hairy chest. His mouth was near my ear, and he licked me.

“Stop that,” I admonished.

“You mine,” he murmured.

I turned to stare at him. “I
have to go home, Leonard. My family misses me.” I wasn’t sure if he understood
that, but I suspected he did.

“No. You home now.”

He does understand
.
“How old are you?”

He held up his hands. Then
he closed his fingers, opening them again.

“Twenty?”

He nodded.

“I’m eighteen.”

He grabbed me, holding me
close. “You mine. Mine.”

Oh, shit
.
I didn’t want to feel the rush of affection that suddenly made my eyes water. I
would miss my ape lover, once I was rescued. I had to believe that whoever was
searching for us would follow Leslie’s cell phone. They had the technology to
accomplish this. How long would I have to wait until I saw my parents again, my
sister, hours or days? Leonard gripped me, almost as if he sensed my thoughts
of freedom. A commotion suddenly had our attention, and I sprang to my feet
expecting forest rangers, police, and search and rescue, but it was Maggy’s
sister’s shouting that filled the night, not a rescue team.

“She’s having a heart
attack! Somebody help!”

We rushed over, witnessing
Maggy on the ground, clutching her chest. Her ashen face was a mask of pain, as
her legs thrashed wildly. I exchanged a glance with Leslie, and she looked
blank. I knew CPR, but I was reluctant to perform it on her. I sensed my
friends were even less eager to try to revive the woman. My lack of humanity
bothered me, but I could not bring myself to help her.

“Fuck this!” griped Shelly.
She began chest compressions. “Somebody breathe in her mouth!”

Maggy’s sister dropped to
the ground and tilted her head back. “Come on, honey. You can do this. Come
back to us, girl.” Tears were in her eyes. “Come back. Don’t leave me alone
here.”

Leslie and I watched as
Shelly worked Maggy’s chest, but I suspected it was too late. The old bitch had
suffered a fatal heart attack, and no amount of resuscitation was going to
bring her back.