Shifters, Beasts, and Monsters (36 page)

Chapter Six

“Oh, good!” gasped Dale.

Shelly and I knelt beneath
him, waiting for him to blow his wad. Leonard and Palmer sat on crates watching
as we sucked and licked the lengthy ape cock. I nibbled on the corners of his
mushroom head, eliciting several noisy grunts from him. His fingers were in my
hair, urging me to continue. While I bit him, Shelly licked the veined length,
making slurping sounds.

“You got eager little
whores, Leonard. You lucky bastard.”

He grunted in reply.

Dale grabbed his phallus
then, groaning, “Ooohh…” His face contorted with pleasure and pain.
“Ggrroooaaarrr…”

And then it happened. The
tip erupted in a spray of milk, showering both Shelly and I with globs of
semen. My face and chest were doused, while Shelly scored a direct hit into her
mouth, gagging on copious amounts of cum. The fluid poured down her chin and
neck, wetting her firm little breasts.

“That sure is somethin’,”
murmured Palmer.

Together we laved Dale,
working one side, then the other, while he groaned, the sound rumbling in his
chest. My breasts dripped with jizz, the cold fluid making my nipples as hard
as pebbles.

Leonard stood and ambled
over with a blanket in his hands. “We go get clean.” He placed the blanket
around my shoulders.

I glanced at him. “The hot
spring?”

He nodded. “Shelly come with
us.”

“Oh, man. That sounds good.
I’m fucking freezing now.”

“I’ll get blankets and
pillows,” said Palmer. “Go have your bath, and I’ll see to the bed.”

“Thanks,” I murmured.

“You girls hungry? You sure
worked hard satisfying those apes.” He chuckled to himself, which I found
irritating.

“Yeah, I’m starving,” said
Shelly.

“All right. I’ll see what I
can whip up.”

After our bath, we found a
cozy bed of straw covered in animal pelts and blankets. Palmer had left jerky
and homemade bread, which we ate. I settled into Leonard, his hairy arm coming
around me. Snuggling into his chest, I listened to his stomach rumbling. His
tongue swiped across my forehead.

“Stop that.”

“You mine, Porsche. Mine.”

I sighed. He was still damp
from the bath, and he smelled like wet dog. “Go to sleep, Leonard.”

Shelly and Dale were
snuggled up together next to us. The chickens clucked in their cages, while an
owl hooted outside. I was about to spend another night in the arms of my ape
lover and away from my family. Civilization seemed like a distant dream. I
missed my mom and dad and sister, but…I had everything I needed right here.

In the morning, I woke up
alone, Leonard having gotten up before me. Shelly was still asleep, her long
hair tangled with bits of hay. Her Bigfoot was missing as well. I stretched and
gazed at the ceiling of the barn, which was draped in lengthy cobwebs. The door
creaked open, revealing Palmer, who carried a metal bucket.

“Wake up, sleepy heads.”

“Where are the apes?”

“Gone huntin’. They’re
catching some big game. Could be gone a while.”

I nudged my bedmate. “Wake
up, Shelly.”

“No,” she mumbled. “Leave me
alone.”

I giggled.

“You girls can grab food at
the house. I need you to work today. There’s clothes to wash. I’ll show you how
to do it.”

My smile fell.
Ugh
.

Palmer’s idea of doing
laundry was an old fashioned bucket with a metal washboard. Using a bar of
homemade soap, I had to scrub each item over the wavy metal plate and dunk it
into the water, repeating the task over and over. Shelly and I took turns
washing and ringing out shirts, pants, and socks. We hung them on a line behind
the barn.

My arms ached, and my back
was sore by the time we were only half way through with the pile of clothing.
Palmer appeared periodically to watch over us and assess our progress. He
brought sandwiches at one point, which I was grateful for. The heat of the sun
had sweat running down my neck, wetting the front of my dress. I’d never been
so exhausted in my life; my fingers had turned into prunes. I’d rather walk for
hours through the forest than work like this.

When we had finished the
chore and the bucket was nearly black with filthy water, Shelly and I tipped it
over, soaking the ground. A movement in the woods caught my attention, and I
stood upright.

“Shelly!”

 We witnessed the arrival of
two men and a woman dressed in hiking shorts and white shirts. Heavy looking
packs were strapped to their backs. They looked similar to the men who had
appeared at the Bigfoot camp to rescue us days before.

“Oh, shit.”

Shelly was beside me. “My
God.”

My heart was in my throat.
“They have to be here for us.”

Palmer suddenly appeared,
carrying a shotgun, which alarmed me. Was he going to shoot these people in
cold blood?

“Who might you be?” Hostile
energy radiated out from his tense posture.

“Search and rescue,” replied
a tall, man in a baseball cap. “We’re looking for three girls. They’ve been
missing nearly a week.”

I glanced at the forest,
worried that Leonard and Dale would jump out and club them to death. My fear
was palpable and justified, having witnessed the murder of two other rescuers
in a similar fashion. I wanted to be free, but…I feared for their safety. They
had to get the hell out of here. Now!

Shelly took off like a shot
towards the strangers. “I’m Shelly Hannel, and this is Porsche Delessops. We’re
with the Kandekamp group. Our friend, Leslie Webster is…still missing.”

I came up behind her,
whispering, “Don’t say anything about the Bigfoots.”

“Sir, could you lower your
weapon, please.”

Palmer looked angry and
confused. The wheels in his brain were spinning on overload, trying to repair
the situation which had just slipped from his control. “These girls came here
yesterday lost. I gave ‘em food and water is all.”

“That’s kind of you, sir.
They’re lucky to have found you.”

I glanced at Shelly. “What
happens now?”

She smiled brightly. “We go
home. Omigod!”

“I don’t think it’s gonna be
that easy.”

Palmer had his shotgun by
his leg. “You girls have a good day now. Thanks for your help.”

This is way too easy
.
Unease pricked me.

“Are any of you injured?”
asked the woman. Her strawberry blonde hair was in a ponytail, under a baseball
cap.

“No. We’re fine,” I said.
Aw,
shit. Something’s really wrong here.

“We’ll radio for help. I’m
sure we’ll find your friend, Leslie real soon,” said the shorter of the two
men.

Palmer’s wrinkled face
looked blank. “Like I said, it was nice meeting you girls.”

I glanced at him, warily.
“Could you say…oh, never mind.” I wanted him to say goodbye to Leonard for me,
but I thought better of it. “Thanks for the food and shelter.”

“Yep.”

I knew in my gut that we
would be ambushed in the woods. I just knew it! Shelly and I walked side by
side, in our homespun dresses and sneakers, looking like a pair of scraggly
mountain women.

“You girls must’ve been
through some ordeal,” said the female rescuer. She eyed us up and down. “You
look well for having been lost a week.”

I swallowed uncomfortably.
“Yeah…it was scary.”

“Were you able to eat
anything? I have some granola bars if you want them.”

“We’re good,” said Shelly.
“Palmer gave us food.”

“This happens every summer,”
said one of the men. “People get disorientated and head in the wrong direction.
Even seasoned hikers get confused in the Cascades. You girls sure were lucky.”

The woman said, “We can
radio for help on the other side of the ridge. They’ll send a helicopter.”

My conscience screamed at me
to do something. “Look, we’re good. You should…leave. Just leave now. We’ve
been fending for ourselves for a while. We’re fine.”

Shelly gave me a dirty look.
“This is our rescue, Porsche. What the hell?”

“They…it isn’t safe. They
should go. We should go back.”

My friend glanced into the
forest nervously, understanding my worry. “We should fucking run to that
ridge.”

“That won’t help,
Shelly-belly. You know what I’m talking about, don’t you?”

She shrugged, biting her
lower lip. “I just wanna go home.” Tears were in her eyes.

The lady put her arm around
her. “It’s okay. I can see you’re scared. You’ve been through trauma. There’s
nothing to worry about. We ha—”

But it was too late. From
the thicket, came a roar, the sound I was familiar with. Leonard and Dale burst
out of the foliage, brandishing clubs, which they used on the men, slamming the
wood into their skulls with sickening thuds. Shelly and I grabbed each other
and screamed, while falling to the ground to avoid the melee. The lady rescuer
held up a canister of mace spraying furiously, the mist making little
difference to the Bigfoot attack. These creatures were shockingly strong and
aggressive, pounding the men unconscious within seconds.

“Oh, my God!” she cried. “
What
is this?
”

The prone bodies of the men
revealed several large puddles of blood, as their skulls leaked fluid along
with brain matter. I felt nauseous at the sight, grabbing onto Shelly, fearing
I might pass out right then and there.

The woman screamed,
hysterical, her eyes flashing with fear and shock. “Greg? Damon?
Oh, my God!
”

Palmer appeared, brandishing
his weapon. “You just hold up there, little lady. Stay nice and still.”

She’d gone white. Raising
her hands, palms out, her fingers were trembling. Splatters of blood marred her
t-shirt. I felt horrible for her in that instant. I held Shelly; tears were
running down her face. The brutality of the attack left me paralyzed and
disturbed. It was a reminder, that although these creatures could be kind and
caring and entirely lovable, they were truly animals at heart.

Chapter Seven

That evening I hardly ate,
not being able to swallow. I had retreated inside myself, images of the
afternoon flashing through my brain like a montage of horror films. The bodies
of the rescuers had been buried in the forest in a bid to hide the evidence. Dirt
had been kicked over the blood puddles. Any signs of the atrocities had been
erased. Our newest “guest” sat shivering with fear in the corner of the barn,
tied to a post. Shelly and I offered her food and water, but she refused to
take it. Her name was Jean.

“You girls are free. Why
don’t you run?”

I glanced at her. “We tried
a couple of times. They catch us.”

Her shoulders slumped.
“What’s going on? What the fuck is this?
What
is it?” Her voice quivered
with emotion.

“They’re Bigfoots. They’ve
been living in secret for thousands of years. They kidnap women to make babies
because their species only produces males.”

“Is this a nightmare? Please
tell me to wake up. Please.”

“I’m sorry, Jean. I’m so
sorry for you,” said Shelly. “We had to watch while they killed two rescuers a
couple of days ago. It was the same thing.”

“Can you untie me? Please? I
have a cellphone in my pocket. I…there’s a radio in the woods. If you find it,
you can call for help.”

Shelly asked, “Which
pocket?”

“Right one.”

She fished out the phone.
“There’s no reception here, but they’ll be able to follow the signal.”

“What you got there, little
girl?” It was Palmer. He’d appeared out of nowhere.

Oh, shit.

“Nothin’.”

“You better let me be the
judge of that.”

Shelly tossed the phone into
a haystack. “Find it yourself, fuckface.”

He backhanded her, sending
her tumbling to the ground. “Don’t you curse at me, little lady!”

“Ouch, fucker!” She held her
face, pain shone in her eyes.

This was met with a
ferocious growl, as Dale stomped into the barn and towered over Palmer, his
teeth bared, spittle dripping from the pointy ends. “No touch girls!”

“She’s got something she’s
hiding, Dale. You just calm down there, buddy. She threw it in the hay.” Palmer
began to dig through the straw like a madman, throwing clumps of it into the
air. With any luck, he would be searching for hours. Unfortunately, luck was
not on our side today. “This. What the hell is this?” He held up the phone.
“Some sort of communicating device I imagine. I’m tossin’ it in the fire.”

I glanced at Shelly. She
held the side of her face. “Are you all right?”

“Yeah.”

Dale stood before Palmer,
still seething with animalistic anger. “No touch girls.”

“I hear you.” He held up the
phone. “Do you understand this? They can find us with this. We gotta burn it.
We gotta burn it now.”

The Bigfoot let him pass,
but his posture was tense, his expression stern. He bent and scooped Shelly
into his arms. “You hurt?”

“No.”

“Good.” His expression of
concern was touching, but even though these creatures exhibited caring and
empathy, they were wildly protective of their belongings, which is what Shelly
and I were to them.

Leonard appeared in the
doorway, his gaze thoughtful. He spoke with Dale in a primitive language I
didn’t understand, punctuated by grunts and hand gestures. The wide nostrils of
my ape flared, his stance stiffening. He glanced at me, and I shivered with a
combination of fear, yearning, and something else. The horror of today had yet
to leave me. I could tell that he sensed my emotions, my fear.

“Porsche.” He approached,
and I recoiled. Grabbing me, he pulled me to him.

“Stop it!”

His nose was in my neck.
“My, Porsche.”

“No! You kill people! You
hurt people! I can’t! I can’t stand it!” I shoved against him, trying to gain
my freedom.

“I sorry, Porsche. You mine.
You stay with me.”

“No.” Tears fell down my
face.

He held me to him, rubbing
my back. “Leonard sorry. I won’t hurt you. I love my Porsche.”

“Jesus Christ,” muttered
Jean. “They fucking talk.”

Leonard held me for a long
time while I cried, wetting his fur. I didn’t want to seek comfort from the
monster that was responsible for my distress, but what was I supposed to do?

Palmer returned. “It’s done.
That thing burned. Whatever it was is gone. Never seen nothin’ like it—”

“Whoooaarrrr!” To my
surprise, Dale charged him, picking him up by the neck and tossing him out of
the barn. He slammed the doors after him, the sound reverberating noisily. The
chickens clucked in alarm. “Stay out!” he roared.

“Shit! Is that any way to
treat a friend?” muttered Palmer from the other side of the door. “All I do is
help you apes, and this is what I get?”

Leonard refused to let me
go. He stroked my back, his breath in my ear. He began purring, which was
bizarre. The sound rumbled in his chest, making him vibrate. He’d never done
that before. It reminded me a bit of a cat, the sound soothing, as well as
intimate and appealing. I felt myself softening towards him, melting into the
warmth and comfort of his matted fur. He carried me to an animal pelt that had
been placed over a pile of straw. The atmosphere within the barn suddenly
shifted, and, as Dale dimmed the light in the lantern, the interior darkened,
and muted shadows flickered off the wooden walls.

He grabbed Shelly, but she
protested. “Stop it!”

My fear had morphed into
something else, and my sole focus was on my Bigfoot. He’d taken my dress and
lifted it off me, discarding it on the straw. His cock, thick and demanding,
had sprung out from his hairy groin, pressing against my tummy. I hated the
rush of tenderness I felt for him, wanting to replace these troubling emotions
with the horrifying images of the afternoon…but I wasn’t able to. There was a
part of my mind and body that needed him and wanted him. As I was lowered to
the fur and his mouth connected with mine, I knew I would give in to him. It
didn’t matter that our newest captive sat across from us watching, or that
Shelly and Dale would be moaning and shouting with pleasure any moment. None of
it mattered.

The dimness of the
surroundings offered up enough privacy for me to let myself indulge in the
bliss that Leonard offered, his hand cupping my breast, my nipple being
compressed between his thick, black fingers. Our kisses went on forever, his
tongue pillaging the insides of my mouth. What I really wanted was to feel that
talented pink appendage slide inside my pussy, driving me wild with sensation.

“Oh, Leonard,” I groaned.

My hands settled on the top
of his head, wanting him to lick his way down my chest, laving my breasts with
a streak of wetness, until I arched my back, anticipating him in my creamy
snatch. My tummy quivered just thinking about how wonderful it was going to
feel having him plundering me deeply. He knew what I wanted, because he obliged
me by settling between my thighs, his hot breath fanning out over the
distended, wet lips of my labia. When he flicked against my clit, I moaned.

“Oh, yes…”

“Oh, Dale! Oh, God, fuck
me!”

I glanced over at my friend,
and she rode her Bigfoot, his cock buried deep inside of her. Her long brown
hair fell down her back, her perky breasts jiggling with the motion of her
hips. Jean watched with an expression of shock, horror, and confusion. I could
have cared less what she thought of us, fucking these beasts and enjoying what
they were doing to us. How could you explain something like this to someone who
had never felt what it was like to mate with a Sasquatch? Being held in the
arms of my Bigfoot was like snuggling into a warm, fuzzy blanket. All thoughts
of the life I knew before dissipated, because, being with him, I felt whole.

Leonard’s tongue drove into
the folds of my pussy, plunging deep. “Oh…God…”

There was nothing like that
long, slightly rough tongue driving in and out, soft and wet, filling me
completely. My fingers drifted to his head, where I kneaded his scalp,
encouraging him to continue to pleasure me. His face was buried between my
milky thighs.

“Harder, Dale! Fuck me
harder!”

Shelly’s moans of pleasure
spurred me on even more, knowing that my friend was being pleasured to
oblivion. We’d turned into monster sluts, loving and being loved by our pets.
It didn’t matter…it was sooo good. I never wanted it to end.

“Yes, Leonard. Ooohh…yes…”

He drove deeper, finding
that hidden erogenous zone and rubbing the end of his tongue over the spot,
forcing me to fling my head back and gasp. His saliva ran down my buttcrack,
making the fur beneath us damp. A finger toyed with my bottom, pressing into
the delicate bands of muscles, seeking entrance. If I thought having my pussy
eaten was heavenly, that was nothing compared to his tongue in my asshole. He
lifted my bottom by pushing against the backs of my thighs, exposing me
entirely. Then he dipped into my hole, his tongue prodding deeply, opening me
up, bit by bit.

“Oh!”

There was a slight inkling
of pain, as the broad expanse of his tongue pushed through, but that was
quickly replaced with unimaginable pleasure. The wet, softness that had been
applied to my pussy was now working its magic inside of my anal cavity. I
fingered my clit while he laved me, driving that magnificent tongue in and out.

“Oh, my-shit-God!”

Grasping my cheeks, I pulled
them further apart for him, giving him even greater access. He plundered my
depths, working my tight hole, coercing the bands to soften and widen.

Shelly screamed, the sound
echoing in the barn. “Oh! Yes! I’m cuming, you fucking beast! Oooohh…God…”

Dale grunted, his balls
slapping against her pussy. The heady aroma of sex began to tease my nose,
stimulating me even further into erotic bliss.

“Leonard…yes…fuck me more…”

To my dismay, he withdrew
his tongue, but inserted a long, black finger, driving it in and out. He held
his cock with one hand, massaging the dripping tip. He oozed copious amounts of
pre-cum, the fluid falling to the fur. I knew what he intended, and my pussy
clenched pleasurably in response, even though it would hurt at first.

“Good, Porsche, good…”

The engorged tip of his cock
pressed against my hole, pushing open the tight bands of muscles that he had
primed thoroughly. I braced myself for it to dip, hurting me, because the
pressure would be immense. I toyed with my clit; the swollen nub was sticky
with my juices and his saliva. I lifted my legs to allow him better access, and
he gently inserted himself inside of me, the pulsing end, throbbing around my anus.

“Oh, Leonard,” I groaned.

“Grroooarrr!” It was Dale.
He had sought release inside of Shelly, spilling his seed in her cunt.
“Whhhooooaaaarrrr…”

Leonard’s tool slid into my
asshole, stretching me to impossible breadths. I thought I might die from the
agony, my muscles screaming in protest, trying to relax around the massive
intrusion.

“Good!”

He drove in deeper, filling
me entirely; the pressure was immense. “Oh, Leonard!” I manipulated my clit
furiously, the little nub throbbing.

“So good, Porsche. Nice…”

His pre-cum worked miracles
lubricating my tight hole, allowing him to slide in and out easily. I gazed
into Leonard’s eyes, his black, mysterious pupils glinting with a seductive
light. While my bottom was reamed, my tummy clenched with pleasure.

“Oh, God…”

It was surprising that I
would enjoy having my ass fucked with a massive dick, but my body didn’t lie. I
was on the edge, not being able to stand the pleasure/pain a moment longer
without tumbling into incredible bliss. My pussy contracted, my clit pulsing
with sensitivity. I stroked the nub, edging closer to release, one tumultuous
contraction at a time.

“OH! LEONARD!” It hit me
hard, forcing the air out of my lungs, causing me to shudder violently. My
entire pelvic region exploded with sensation, as pulse after pulse of pleasure
inundated me. “Oh…yeah…you naughty beast…fuck my ass…”

I was in the grip of
ecstasy, not being able to even remember my own name. The universe had gifted
me with a burst of feeling, heightening the experience to such a degree; I
thought I would lose consciousness.

“Good, Porsche. Good.” He
stiffened, his cock spraying the insides of my anal cavity with a river of
cream, which poured from me, wetting the fur beneath us. “Wrroooaarrr!”

He drove himself in and out,
grunting loudly, enjoying the pleasures of my anus. His semen gushed unchecked
like a salty enema. The amount of spunk these creatures produced was
incredible. At last, when he’d exhausted himself, he withdrew and collapsed
next to me. Drawing me into the fuzzy warmth of his arms, I snuggled into his
chest, while perplexing tears pricked the insides of my eyelids.