by Rachel Red
“Mike, I—”
“Hold up and let me finish. I know Craig came to see you this morning, and I know that some part of you is probably in love with him, but that doesn’t change the fact that I want you.” He tilted his head and looked at Allison through blazingly powerful eyes. “I wouldn’t bring it up if I didn’t think you wanted it, too. Am I wrong about that?”
It hadn’t even been an hour since she’d been on top of Craig, but now here she was actually thinking about how much she wanted to have sex with Mike. If Craig had a certain animal magnetism, Mike was like the North Pole of bad ideas. Allison was drawn to him against her every intuition to the contrary, but what did any of it mean if they were all just going to ride out of town by the end of the week? Miriam slept with several different guys on a regular basis, so would it really be that bad if Allison had a bit of fun with Mike now?
“You’re not wrong,” she said, biting her lower lip. “I’m definitely attracted to you.”
“Why don’t you come around to this side of the table and show me what you want?”
Allison looked around and saw that they were alone in the large tavern room. She’d always fantasized about serving a handsome stranger and then making love on one of the barroom tables but she’d never thought she’d actually get the chance to do something about it. Slipping out of her seat, Allison came around to Mike and knelt down on the ground in front of him. He spun his legs out from under the table, and she unbuttoned her second pair of pants that morning. Mike’s cock was big and fat, and even half soft she could barely fit it in her mouth. Moving slowly with her hands on his thighs, she bobbed her mouth up and down on him, feeling him grow between her lips. When he was rock hard, she could only suck off the top part of his cock without gagging on the length of it.
Allison’s lips popped off Mike’s cock with a slurping smack. “Fuck me on the table,” she growled up at him. Mike grinned and lifted her into a standing position. They both stripped down as quickly as they could, and then Mike hefted her onto the table. She lay back and spread her legs to him, surprised when he ducked down to lick her pussy instead of going straight to fucking her.
Say this for Mike American, the guy knew his way around a clit. He tongued and teased her, flicking and sucking in just the right places until she was extremely close to a climax. Every time she started to moan and clench her muscles in anticipation, he pulled back and waited until she cooled down. Finally, when she didn’t think she could stand it any longer, he stood up tall and pushed his cock into her, stretching her to the limit of what she thought possible.
It felt unbelievably good to have Mike fill her so completely. She liked the guy well enough, but there was no real emotional attachment, and she’d worried that it might get in the way of her enjoyment. Now, lying on her back with him holding her legs in the air, having his huge cock slide in and out of her, she didn’t care who he was or even what is name was. She closed here eyes and let herself get lost in the rhythm of the fucking.
“Oh god, that feels so good,” she moaned. Allison was right on the edge of a mind-blowing orgasm when she opened her eyes to look down at him. What she saw was not Mike American, but the face of the Huntress staring down at her, a twisted snarl of a smile on her lips. “You like this, you little bitch?”
“What the fuck?” cried Allison. Without thinking, she lashed out with her foot, catching the Huntress right on one bare breast and sending her lurching backwards.
Moving as fast as she could, Allison hopped down off the table and ran for the back door. She pulled hard on the handle, but it didn’t budge. Frantically yanking a few times, she realized that the door had been latched shut, and she twisted the deadbolt before finally pulling the door open and running out into the bright light of grassy lot where she thought she’d find the Hellclaws who’d hung back to guard the tavern.
Standing there completely naked, Allison looked around and realized that she was all alone. If the Huntress had been able to become Mike American so convincingly, then she must have told the remaining Hellclaws to go out and look for her.
That was the last complete thought she had before feeling something smack into the back of her head. She fell hard to the ground, her mouth filling with a mixture of blood and grass. Something latched onto her ankle lifted it high, dragging her back towards the bar. She screamed and spun around, digging her other heel into the soft earth and wriggling to free herself. The Huntress dropped her heel and stepped forward to launch a kick at Allison’s temple. Her world flashed with blinding light and pain before numbing to complete and utter darkness.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The first thing Allison knew upon waking was pain. It lanced through her head and radiated out through every inch of her body. Slow memories faded into clarity. A foot hurtling towards her face, the taste of grass in her mouth, the Huntress appearing where Mike had been a second earlier. Drawing courage to open her eyes to face the blinding light of the tavern’s main room, Allison tried to bring her hand up to her face and realized that they were tied behind her back. That explained the ache in her shoulders and biceps. Embarrassingly enough, she was still completely naked from having run away in the middle of sex, and she felt incredibly exposed and fragile.
She wriggled in her captivity, trying to stand up and detach herself from the chair she’d been tied to, but it was no use. The Huntress had secured her wrists and ankles to the frame of the chair, making it impossible to do much more than bounce the thing a fraction of an inch across the floor. Allison briefly considered trying to scuff and hop her way towards the door, but the noise she’d already created had drawn the attention of her captor.
“Well hello there, sleeping beauty,” said the Huntress.
The tall woman grabbed another chair and planted it in front of Allison’s. She settled into it and crossed one leg over the other, the fur-trimmed cloak she wore slipping to the side and showing off the Huntresses toned and sleek thighs. The woman stroked the edge of her cloak, letting her fingers dance over the fur that Allison recognized only too well. She might not have known what it was a year and a half ago, but her time with the Hellclaws had given her an intimate understanding of what the Huntress was wearing.
“Where’s Mike American?” asked Allison. “What have you done with him?”
“He’s still alive if that’s what you’re wondering,” said the Huntress. “He’s no good to me in his human form, so I had my little helper knock him out and dump him somewhere out of the way.”
“Who would help you?” asked Allison. “You’re such a twisted bitch that I can’t believe anyone would do anything for you.”
“Feisty, aren’t you?” The Huntress clapped her hands twice in rapid succession.
“Yes mistress?” said the voice of ranger Abernathy, appearing from the shadows at the edge of the bar.
“The ranger?” asked Allison, incredulous that he would be tied to the Huntress in any way. “What have you done to him to make him serve you?”
“What have I done to him?” The Huntress laughed. “More like what do I let him do to me. The man is a bit dim, but he’s hung like a horse and he does have certain uses. Don’t you Abernathy?”
“I’m here to please you, mistress,” said the ranger, grinning like a fool and tipping his hat in a sort of salute. “There’s nothing you could ask of me that I wouldn’t gladly do.”
“Would you kill this scheming little bitch for me?” asked the Huntress, waving a hand in Allison’s direction.
“Oh, happily,” said Abernathy. He looked like nothing more than a puppy dog eager to play with a new toy. It made his willingness to murder Allison that much more disturbing. “Do you want me to choke her? Stab her?”
“That won’t be necessary just yet,” said the Huntress. “I’ve enjoyed sampling our young bartender’s sensual delights, and I’m hoping we’ll have more time to play before all of this is said and done.”
“The whole time… you were Mike?” asked Allison, trying to put the
pieces together. No matter how she played it over in her head, it just didn’t make sense.
The Huntress swept her cloak back and flung it around in a dramatic gesture. Not only did it show off the detailed thread work that had been laid into the fur, but it exposed her nudity underneath. Allison tried not to think about what she’d done with that woman in a moment of weakness, but when she tried to look away she looked right at Abernathy who was practically salivating at the glimpse of his mistress’s bare flesh.
“Bear shifter fur has the most magnificent qualities if prepared properly. With this cloak, I can take on the form of anyone I choose. It’s such a complete beguilement that it becomes something more than simple illusion. When I became Mike American, you truly felt a man fucking you.” The Huntress leaned back and smiled sensually with a little lick of her lips. “I felt it too. It really was magnificent to feel that hard cock inside you.”
“I should have known you weren’t really him,” spat Allison. “I’ve fucked Mike before and you weren’t half as good as he is.”
The Huntress’s smile became a scowl and she tugged her cloak more tightly across her chest. She sat up straighter and glared at Allison with a look that made it seem she might change her mind about having Abernathy wrap his hands around her neck. Worse, she looked like she might be about to do it herself.
“You can say what you wish, but you can’t deny the pleasure you got from making love to me in my true form.”
“Whatever,” replied Allison. “I was drunk and you were easy.”
The hand lashed out as if from thin air, and Allison’s head jerked to the side with the force of the slap. She tasted blood in her mouth from where she’d bit her cheek, and her skin tingled with a fiery pain.
“You insolent little cunt,” said the Huntress. “Do you know what I do to people who talk to me like that? Your hide has no particular magic powers, but I could skin you alive just the same. Would you like that? Would you like to have the skin ripped from your body one agonizing inch at a time?”
Allison glared at the Huntress. Even Abernathy seemed taken aback by the woman’s shift in temperament, and he’d backed off several feet to avoid risking the attention of his mistress.
“You knocked me up and tied me up in a chair,” said Allison. “What do you expect from me? You want me to thank you and beg you to eat me out again?”
“If I remember correctly, you did most of the eating last time,” said the Huntress. “And you were damn good at it too. It’d be such a shame to have to rip your throat out.”
“What if we came to some kind of arrangement,” said Allison. Although she couldn’t move her ankles, she’d managed to bend her knees in together to cover up her sex. As she talked, she parted them slightly, allowing the Huntress a glimpse of the downy patch of hair between her thighs. “I don’t like what you did to me, but I don’t want to die either.”
The Huntress stood up from her chair and walked around Allison in a slow circle, eying her like a hawk before a hunk of raw meat. Standing behind her captive’s chair, she caressed Allison’s cheek and drew back a scraggly strand of hair to tuck it behind her ear. Letting her hand slide further downwards, she cupped one of Allison’s breasts and squeezed it gently.
“My, but you are a tasty treat,” she whispered. “Abernathy’s good for a quick fuck now and then, but he’s nothing compared to the feeling of your tongue on me.”
“I could do that again,” said Allison, desperate to get even partially untied. “I could please you in whatever way you wanted.”
She shivered against the touch of the Huntress as the woman’s hand drifted further south, pushing between the soft flesh of her thighs and through the closely cropped hair that guarded her sex. The Huntress’s breath was hot in Allison’s ear when she dipped her fingertip into the opening of Allison’s hole to dab at the honey inside of it. Wet with Allison’s juices, she rubbed the finger in lazy circles around Allison’s clit, bringing her to a heightened state of sensual excitement despite her utter loathing for the woman doing it to her.
“Yes,” said the Huntress, rubbing harder now. “I think maybe we can work something out. Don’t you agree Abernathy?”
Allison looked up to see the ranger standing there and rubbing his hand over the bulge in his pants. “She’s real sexy, mistress. Almost as hot as you.”
“How’d you like to fuck her?” asked the Huntress. “Why don’t you whip that big cock out and let me watch while you stick it in our little princess.”
The so-called state ranger unbuckled his pants and pulled at the zipper on his fly. The sound echoed in the stillness of the empty barroom, and Allison cringed inwardly at the thought of having Abernathy’s hands on her, let alone having him inside her. Still, she would do what it took to get through this. She could have her revenge later. Right now she needed to survive, and if that meant letting this man fuck her, then that’s what she’d have to do.
Abernathy pulled his cock out of his pants and came to stand in front of Allison. He stood there stroking it, the tip of it pointing out just a few inches away from her face while he stared down at her with his dumb grin and hungry eyes. He shifted his gaze to his mistress. “I think she should suck it first.”
“Yes, I think so too,” said the Huntress. She brought her hand up from Allison’s pussy and cupped it under her chin, pinching her jaw to force it open. “Shove that piece of meat as far in there as it will go my pet.”
Whimpering and crying a little despite her best efforts to remain strong, Allison closed her eyes and prepared for the inevitable. She knew from the edge in the Huntress’s voice that this would be no gentle lovemaking session. The Huntress wanted Allison to suffer for the things she’d said, and she was going to make this as brutal and demoralizing as she could.
The crack of splintering wood caused her to open her eyes in time to see a large brown bear crash through the front door of the Oakwood. Several Hellclaws followed it into the tavern, their eyes alight with a fire that made it clear they’d been looking for a fight and had finally found it. One of them rushed forward and tackled Abernathy, sending him sprawling to the ground in such a way that he landed face down on his erection and let out such an agonizing scream of pain that Allison hoped he’d snapped his dick in half.
“You fucking idiots!” raged the Huntress.
She pushed away from Allison, keeping her between herself and the advancing Hellclaws while she began muttering words that sounded like nothing Allison had ever heard. This lasted only a few seconds before Allison saw the bikers freeze and hang back as though uncertain of their next move. With no idea of what was going on, Allison hopped in her chair as hard as she could, falling sideways but rotating just enough to see the giant bear that now stood behind her.
The hellclaws shifted into their bear forms as well, but they were no match for her. The magic abilities of the Huntress’s cloak had transformed her into a beast nearly twice the size of the largest Hellclaws, and she easily swatted her attackers to the side, sending them sprawling into tables and chairs that smashed to splinters beneath their weight. They came at her two and three at a time, but she rebuffed each attack with seemingly little effort.
The Huntress reared up on hind legs, her head nearly hitting the ceiling, and she roared at her attackers. Flailing out with one huge paw, she snapped a support post like it was nothing, sending thick daggers of wood flying out into the bar. The portion of ceiling that the post had been attached to began to crumble and fall to the floor in large blocks, one of them narrowly missing Allison’s head before shattering and flying everywhere.
The Hellclaws gathered themselves up and began to launch a series of coordinated attacks. Allison couldn’t see that well from her position on the ground, but she thought the bear leading the others in their efforts was the one that had knocked down the door in the first place. She recognized that fur, and was quite certain it was Craig who was fighting the hardest to push the Huntress back.
Recognizing that the
Hellclaws were working as a single unit, the large female bear knocked one of the Hellclaws into his brothers before loping towards the smashed opening where the main door had once stood. She had to lower herself and nearly shimmy through, but she made it out before anyone could get to her. A few of the Hellclaws followed after her, but most stayed behind, changing back to human form and looking for their clothing.
Somewhere behind her, Allison could hear the confused whimpering of Abernathy trying to piece together what exactly had just happened to his mistress. He kept repeating the same words over and over again. “I was fucking a bear the whole time?”
CHAPTER EIGHT
Big hands hauled her chair upright, and Allison strained to look over her shoulder where she saw Craig working to untie her knots. He hadn’t bothered putting his clothes back on, and he hunched there as naked as she was, the muscles in his neck and arms flexing as he worked his way through the tightly bound ropes that held her to the chair.
