Shifters, Beasts, and Monsters (47 page)

The monster cackled.  “Your asshole is sucking my
thumb!  What do you make of that?”

“It doesn’t know what it’s doing,” Artemis cried. 
After all this time, there were tears in her eyes.  Finally!  “Stop it.  Please
stop!”

“But you like it.  Your body’s telling me so.  It’s
telling me it wants more.”

“Don’t listen to my body. Listen to
me
.”

He shoved a second thumb in her hole.  How was he doing
that?  Budd’s fingers were huge!  Artemis screamed as he opened her ass,
stretched it wide.  And then he leaned forward and spit in it, spit in her
ass.  The slick glob landed right inside, spreading heat down her blazing hole.

“No,” she said, firmly.  “Don’t do it.  I’m serious.  I
don’t want it.”

“Not even from your loving boyfriend, Budd?” the
monster teased.

“You’re not my boyfriend.”  Artemis struggled to move,
but it was no use.  “You think you can fool me?  Well, I know Budd.  You are
definitely not him.”

“Oh, ye of little faith…” 

The creature in Budd’s body slid that thick dick from
her pussy. It sprang up, like it knew just where to go next.

“Please don’t.”  She was serious.  Budd’s dick was too
big.  “Don’t do it.  You’ll hurt me.”

Who was she kidding?  She already more hurt than she’d
ever hurt in her life—psychologically, if not physically.  She struggled
to get away from him, but she was stuck.  Absolutely couldn’t move.

“It’ll only hurt for a moment,” the monster said, and
spit again.  “Then, it’ll feel… you’ll see.”

“I don’t want to see.”  She tried to kick, but nothing
happened.  “I don’t want to!”

Budd’s thumbs tugged her asshole wider, and they didn’t
let go until he’d lodged his slick cockhead inside.

Then he let go.

When his thumbs disappeared, the elastic ring of her
anus closed around Budd’s pulsing cockhead.  She could feel his heartbeat in
her ass, and it throbbed wildly—nothing like Budd’s usual regulated
pulse.  After falling asleep so many times with her head on his massive chest,
she knew what she should hear.  But that creature definitely had a hold on
Budd’s heart, forcing it to behave as wildly as his body.

He pushed forward, driving his mushroom head past the
tight spot.  It’s not like Artemis had never been fucked up the ass before. 
She had.  But by smaller cocks. Artemis shrieked when the monster rammed Budd’s
too-big erection deeper inside her asshole.  She wasn’t ready for it.  She’d
never be ready for a fuck like this.  Budd was a huge, hulking guy on the
outside, but, inside, he was a teddy bear. He’d never just take her.  He’d stop
if she said no.

Now it didn’t matter how much she begged and pleaded. 
There was a monster controlling Budd’s body, and that disgusting, perverted
thing would take whatever it wanted.

“It hurts,” Artemis said, as Budd’s cock stretched her
ass to its limits.  “You have to stop. Please!”

“It’ll hurt just as much coming out,” the creature
reasoned.  “Might as well enjoy it while it lasts.”

“How could I ever enjoy this?” Artemis screamed.  With
every word, her ass clamped harder around Budd’s generous shaft.  God help her,
it actually felt good.  Not that she’d tell him that.

Of course, she didn’t have to.  The creature could read
her mind.  He said, “See?  I told you you’d like it.”

“I
don’t
like it,” she snapped.  “I hate it.  I
hate you, whoever you are.”

“You’ll love me, soon enough.”  He laughed, and his
laughter was a wild thing tearing her body, streaking through it as forcefully
as Budd’s dick rammed her ass.  “It won’t take long, my darling.  Soon you’ll
beg for more.”

“No, I won’t.”  Artemis spilled tears all over the
comforter, and not because her ass felt like it was being assaulted by a
red-hot poker… because she held such a tenuous grasp on her hatred. “Please!”

“Please what?” the monster asked, like a challenge,
like it knew instinctively what she desired.  “Please fuck you harder?  Is that
what you want, darling?”

It gave her a chill when he called her darling, but
he’d been right when he said it would only hurt at first.  Well, that wasn’t
exactly true.  Her asshole ached. It wasn’t used to being stretched so wide. 
But…

“Oh god.”  Artemis dried her tears on the bedspread. 
She gulped in desperate breaths as he rammed.  “I can’t… oh god!”

“You can’t what?” he growled.  “Can’t breathe?  Can’t
move?  Can’t keep yourself from coming?”

She whined into the tear-stained comforter. She didn’t
want it to feel so good, but Budd’s body was her favourite plaything, whoever
controlled it.

Budd’s hands grasped her hips much harder than they
normally would.  She’d be bruised all over, and Budd would probably ask how it
happened. 

How could she tell her boyfriend he’d fucked her ass
without knowing it?  He’d think she was crazy.

“Come on my crack,” she cried, as the monster rubbed
Budd’s palms up and down her cheeks.  He reached under her, then.  Reached
under Budd’s T-shirt and squeezed her tits so hard it hurt.  “Oh god!  I’m
ready.  I want it all over my skin.”

“I knew you’d come around.” He pulled Budd’s swollen
dick from her poor, tortured asshole.

He was right.  It hurt coming out, though not as badly
as it had going in.  When his cockhead got close to her ass ring, she clamped
down hard, trapping him inside.  It felt so good when she milked that thick
dick that she didn’t stop.  She just kept stroking his fat tip with her ass
ring until her body burst into climax.

The monster panted.  “You’ll make this weak body come.”

“This one too,” Artemis confessed.

She’d never reached orgasm through anal penetration,
but there was a first time for everything.

“Oh god!”  She tried throwing her ass back into the
saddle of his hips, but the only muscles she could control were the ones in her
mouth and her ass.  “I’m coming.  I’m coming.  I’m… OH!”

Just as her body buzzed with the rampant sizzle of
orgasm, a familiar voice emerged from behind Budd’s naked body.

“What did I tell you pervs about closing the door?” 
Vincent slammed it shut.  The monstrous spell must have broken in that split
second, because Artemis was able to turn entirely around.  As her robe swung on
the door’s hook, Vincent shouted, “And keep your voices down.  I could hear you
from the lawn.”

“Shit,” Artemis said, though she was so confounded she
didn’t know what to think.

Budd gazed at her in the moonlight, his eyes shimmering
with humanity and confusion. “What happened?”  He looked down at his naked
body.  “Did we have sex?”

Artemis nodded.

“I was asleep, I guess.”  Budd chuckled.  “I don’t
remember a second of it.  Was it good?”

“Yeah,” she said.  “It was… yeah, it was really good.”

Chapter Four

“Morning, kiddo.”   Artemis crossed the quiet kitchen
and grabbed a cereal bowl.  “Staying home from work today?”

After nearly a week of grovelling, Artemis still
couldn’t get Vincent to talk. The air clouded with his unwavering anger.  He
seemed to think she was the root of all evil.

But she wasn’t.  She’d encountered that force.  It had
taken over her boyfriend’s body one night.  She still didn’t know who or what
it was, but if evil resided in their house, it lay with that monster, not in
Artemis.

Every time her mind crossed the precipice to the night
she was taken, her body filled with a strange combination of sensations.  She
relived the pain of being fucked from behind, against her will, but soon the
pain drifted toward pleasure.  That’s when guilt took over.

She reminded herself it was Budd’s body.  She had every
right to the orgasm Vincent had, unfortunately, witnessed.  Didn’t she? 

Maybe she should have done more to fight the creature’s
advances, but what?  It locked all her muscles.  Even if it hadn’t, Budd’s body
was much bigger than hers.  He could have taken her down.  Hell, he could have
taken her out. For good.

“Just pick a fucking cereal!”  Vincent slammed his
spoon on the table.  “There are only four.  Why does it take you three million
years to choose?”

Artemis hadn’t realized she was staring at cereal
boxes, but she appreciated that Vincent had finally spoken to her.  “Oh. I…
sorry.”

“And why are you prancing around in my dad’s T-shirt?”
he growled.  “I live here too.  I don’t want to see your chunky-ass thighs
every time I turn my head.”

She wanted to say, “My thighs aren’t chunky!”  Instead,
she said, “I’m sorry, Vince.  You’re right.”

“You never think about anyone but yourself,” he
grumbled.

“You don’t really mean that.”  Choosing a cereal at
random, she brought the box to the table.  He got up hastily, and took his bowl
to the sink.  “Vincent, listen, you probably won’t believe this, but I care a
lot about your dad.  He’s an amazing guy.  In fact, he’s the best guy I’ve ever
met.”

“I know he is,” Vincent snapped.  “So he deserves
better than a homeless gold digger.”

That hurt more than Artemis thought possible.  She
swivelled her kitchen chair to look at him.  “You think I’m a gold digger?”

“Aren’t you?” he shot back, before she’d finished
asking the question.

Clasping her hand to her heart, she said, “No. I’m
not.”

“Yes. You are.”

Artemis froze. She’d been looking right at Vincent’s
face when he said those three words, but… but his lips hadn’t moved.  Either
Vincent was secretly a ventriloquist, or something sinister was about to
happen.

The kitchen’s comfortable temperature grew as frosty as
Vincent’s demeanour. From there, it went to the other extreme. The room turned
sweltering.  And the smell!  She knew that swamp scent all too well…

“Take off my father’s T-shirt,” Vincent said.  This
time his lips moved, but his eyes glowed an unmistakeable scarlet.  “Take it
off.”

“Not right here in the kitchen.”  Artemis rose from her
chair and took hold of the shirt’s hem.  Before she knew it, she was lifting
the comfy cotton over her head, exposing her naked body to her boyfriend’s
son.  “Oh god, what am I doing?”

“My bidding.” This time when he spoke, his voice mixed
with a deeper, darker one that cast out every nice feeling in her body.

Artemis stood naked in the middle of the kitchen,
begging herself to pick up that shirt and run for it.  No such luck.  Last time
she’d felt the monster’s presence, her muscles had locked.  This time her body
kept moving, but not in the way she wanted it to.

Cupping her bare breasts, she squeezed them together.
Her pussy tingled when Vincent looked.  But who was watching her?  Was it
Vincent, or the monster?  Budd had never recovered any memory of fucking her
ass.  Maybe this was the same.

“What are you doing?” Vincent asked.  This time it was
only his voice, none of the monster’s.

“I can’t stop myself.” One hand meandered down her
belly to toy with her bush.  “I don’t wanna do this, Vince, I swear.  He’s
making me.”

Vincent’s voice was desperate when he asked, “Who’s
making you?”

“I don’t know.  He’s a monster.”

Suddenly, Vincent’s body jolted like it had been hit by
lightning.  His eyes flashed.  His hunched shoulders squared.  He stood taller,
prouder, and when he walked toward her, his gait was not his own.

“Vince?” she asked.  “Is that you?”

“It’s me, but I can’t… I don’t know what I’m doing!” 
He opened a cupboard full of pasta, rice and soup tins, then grabbed something
from the very back.  Artemis couldn’t see what it was until he set it on the
table: a thingy of vegetable shortening.  Odd choice.

“There’s something malicious in this house,” she told
him, gasping as her fingers strummed her clit. “It gets inside your body and
controls you.”

Fear flashed in Vincent’s eyes and they again glowed
red.  He stripped off his clothes and rubbed his erection against her belly. 
“This isn’t me.  I wouldn’t do this.”

“I know,” Artemis assured him as he lifted her onto the
kitchen table.  “Me neither.  I love your father.  I really do.”

Her legs wrapped themselves around his slim waist while
his arrow-straight cock moved toward her cunt.  How was she wet already?  Her
body obviously drew arousal from outside sources, because she was in no way
attracted to Vincent.  He’d never given any indication of being attracted to
her, either, and yet look at him now—hard as a steel girder, and poking
desperately between her legs.

And then a striking thought crossed her mind.  “Oh god,
Vince, is this your first time?”

He swallowed hard as his cockhead throbbed against her
swollen clit.  “Yeah right. ‘Course not.”

A scarlet flash crossed Vincent eyes. His muscles
surged so freakishly Artemis felt his energy across her flesh.  She wrapped her
arms around his neck, sliding close to the edge of the table. It was soaked
with pussy juice.

“I don’t wanna do this,” Vincent said as he guided his
long cock into her pussy.

“I don’t want it either!”  Clinging to his shoulders,
Artemis arched to let him deeper inside.

His erection filled her in one confident stroke.  They
moved in slow motion. She clenched her pussy muscles around his cock and moved
her hips in time with his self-assured thrusts.

“My god, Vince.”  Her breath hitched as he fucked her. 
“You really know what you’re doing.”

Wrapping her hair around his hand like a rope, he said,
“No I don’t.  This isn’t me.”

“It’s your body,” Artemis said, running one hand down
his young chest.  He wasn’t even hairy yet, except that dark patch around his
dick.  “If you’re not fucking me, who is?”

“Not me,” he said, in a tone that sounded both pleading
and puzzled.

She slipped her fingers between their two bodies and
felt for his balls.  At this point, she couldn’t distinguish between what she
wanted
and what she was
forced
to do. 

When she found his scrotum, he gasped and twitched. 
“Oh, fuck.”

“Are you coming?” she asked, anxiously.  “Don’t. Not
yet.”

What was she saying?  This was her boyfriend’s boy. 
She shouldn’t be begging him to make it last.  She shouldn’t be fucking him at
all.

“I can’t stop it,” he cried, launching his cock deep
inside her cunt.  “It’s gonna happen.  I can’t help it.”

Throwing her arms around him, she pressed her bare
breasts to his naked front.  It wasn’t a familiar sensation, this.  She’d grown
accustomed to muscles and hairy chests.  Vincent was the polar opposite.  He
shuddered in her arms as her cunt milked his cock.

“Oh god!”  Vincent fitted as she tightened her pussy’s
grip on his erection. “I can’t stop.  It just keeps coming!”

“You’re not kidding,” Artemis said as his cum spilled
out of her cunt and dripped down the breakfast table.  “I’ve never felt
anything like it!”

Inching down her body, he kissed her neck sharply, then
bowed to her breasts. “This isn’t me,” he said, before wrapping his lips around
her nipple and sucking her halfway to orgasm.

“Oh god…”  She felt that suction all the way down in
her clit.  “Oh, Vincent.  That’s amazing.”

His spent cock slipped from her pussy as he switched to
the other breast.  “It isn’t me.  I don’t want this.”

When he spoke, Artemis experienced a sneaking hurt. 
She wanted to agree with him, wholeheartedly, but the fight was gone from her
body.  The switch had flipped.  Now she couldn’t get enough.

“Put something else in my pussy,” she begged. 
“Anything. Your fingers, even.”

Before she’d finished speaking, his fingers filled her
cum-soaked cunt.

“My god,” she shrieked.  “How many was that?”

“All of them,” he said, before reattaching his mouth to
her breast.

She gazed beyond the boy.  His four fingers disappeared
between her legs.  Not his thumb, though.  His thumb landed on her throbbing
clit, nudging it side to side, sending scintillating streaks through her body.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I don’t know.”  Vincent tucked his thumb against his
palm and turned his hand, corkscrew-style.  “Ugh, all I can feel is my own
cum.”

She watched it spill from her snatch as he twisted his
hand one way, then the other.  The sight might disgust Vincent, but Artemis
couldn’t deny the voyeuristic joy of watching his hand enter her… and his cum
exit.

“Please, make it stop,” Vincent pleaded.

“It’s not me,” Artemis assured him.  “There’s another
force at work.  Can’t you feel it in the house?  It’s bad.  It’s beastly.”

Vincent seemed pained beyond reason as he pressed his
hand harder into her cunt.  She felt the knobbly ridges of his knuckles
battering past her supple slit.  It should have hurt, but she was too turned
on.  She loved it.

“Keep going,” she said.  “Get your whole hand in
there.”

He looked up at her, stunned.  “Are you making me do
this?  Is it you?”

“What? No!”  When she looked him in the eye, she saw
fear beyond measure.  “Vince, I love your father. I would never be unfaithful
to him.”

“Except right now,” he said, accusingly.

His tone must have upset the beast, because Vincent’s
eyes flashed red.  His jaw hardened.  His back straightened.  And his hand
squirmed between her legs.  She hadn’t truly felt the bigness of it before. 
Now it throbbed in her body.  When she looked down, her cunt had swallowed his
entire hand, all the way to the wrist.

“How is that possible?” she asked, not expecting him to
answer.

When he responded, it wasn’t Vincent’s voice. 
“Anything is possible, Mother.”

“I’m not your mother,” Artemis shot back.  “I’m not
even your step-mother.”

She was dealing with the beast, full-on. Her body
tensed, and when she struggled to free herself, unseen hands held her arms so
tight bruises instantly indented her flesh.

“Oh god!”  Her heart raced as those invisible hands
tightened their grip.  “Vincent, help me.  Make it stop.”

“I can’t.”  His voice came back and his soul flashed
into his eyes.  “I’m sorry.  I’m really, really sorry. I can’t stop it.”

For a moment, she thought he was referring to the fist
in her pussy and the bruises on her arms.  Then she heard the crinkle of paper
and realized Vincent was unwrapping that brick of shortening with one hand.

Vincent rolled his free hand in the grease before
slathering it down Artemis’s ass crack.

“What are you doing?” she asked, though the answer was
obvious.  “Vincent?”

“I’m sorry.”  Tears formed in his dark brown eyes. 
“Honestly, I can’t stop it.  I’m trying.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, his finger entered
her ass.  One finger, then another.  Together, they stretched her tight hole like
an elastic band.

Another finger. That made three.  He fucked her with
them while his other hand waved inside the relatively wide-open space of her
pussy.  God help her, it actually felt good!

“How many fingers are you trying to fit?” she asked,
making it sound like an idle question and not an abject plea.  “Only, I’ve
never done this before.  Nothing even close.”

“And you think I have?” Vincent cried, his voice rigid
with desperation.  “Holy fuck, what now?”

His pinky finger curled against the others, and he
began that corkscrew motion in her ass.

“You’re not…”

“I am,” Vincent said.  “I’m sorry, Artemis. This isn’t
me, I swear!”

“I know, baby.”  She tried desperately to lean forward
and kiss his forehead, but the beast held her in place, ass perched at the edge
of the table, palms flat behind her.  “It’s not your fault.”