Gone with the Monster: Monsters in Hollywood, Book 3

by Lila Dubois

  There was the clink of chain, and then cold metal slid around her wrists. Margo yelped, but kept her eyes closed.

  “Now you cannot hide yourself. Open your eyes.”

  “No.”

  “You begin to aggravate me.” Runako tugged the chains attached to the cuffs on her wrists, stretching her arms further up.

  “Please just let me die here.”

  “Die? Do you still think I would hurt you?” There was concern in his voice, and Runako began petting her arms as if to comfort her. All Margo could think was that he was touching her dreaded arm fat.

  “I’m going to die of embarrassment,” she moaned. “I hate being naked. My body is…hideous. I’m years away from my goal weight, I can never stick to a muscle-building workout routine, my arms always get way too brown in the summer, and then I look like a panda, my boobs are uneven, I have ugly arm fat and—”

  Runako put his hand over her mouth. Margo opened one eye. Runako’s lip was curled up. The look was either horror or disgust, maybe both. Margo squeezed her eyes closed.

  “You are a crazy woman,” Runako said after a moment. “This is going to be more difficult than I thought. But I will not relent.”

  Runako cupped her breasts, one in each hand, and rubbed the undersides with his thumbs. “You are stronger than this. You must be, else the human species would not be the disgusting plague it is.”

  “Hey, now…”

  “Your fears are stupid.”

  “You can’t say that. Stop value-judging me.”

  “Stop pretending I’m a human man. I’m not. You think that your pouts will sway me. Make me obey you.” His voice had turned to stone, but there was a soothing quality to it. It was nearly unearthly, the way his voice filled the cave. “They will not. There is nothing you can do to stop me from doing whatever I want with you.”

  Margo’s eyes popped open. He was serious, deadly so.

  She’d started thinking of the Monsters as dangerous but friendly, the way a well-trained police dog is. Of course they were dangerous, but the ones she’s spent the most time with, Luke, Henry and Michael, were so eager to be accepted and gain her trust that Margo had never felt threatened by them. In truth, though she would never admit it out loud, Margo found the Monsters somewhat pathetic. They were a dying race of primeval creatures. She’d imagined her company would help them move in the human world where they would be treated with respect and affection. They would have no real power or place. She’d relegated them, in her own mind, to the status of exotic and fading minorities.

  But that belief, along with Margo’s complacent and indulgent attitude toward the Monsters, died as she looked up into Runako’s eyes. He was not human, despite the body he currently inhabited, and for the first time she really understood what that meant.

  There was a moment of understanding, of clarity, between them, and Margo shuddered in fear. The Monster had taken her, pulled her into the shadows and kidnapped her to his lair. She was his to do whatever he wanted with.

  Chapter Six

  Runako watched as Margo’s pupils dilated, her breath grew short. He could taste her fear. Even in this body, primitive compared to the heightened senses and functionality of his real body, he could sense the change in her as her fear spiked.

  “Why me?” she whispered.

  “You are more…alive than the other humans. Fierce but not cruel.”

  “You barely know me.”

  “You…cared for me.” Runako chose his words carefully, knowing that they would mean much to her. “When I lost the battle to Luke, you cared for me, but were not meek in your sympathy.” He hoped she understood what he was trying to say. It was hard for him to put into words what he’d felt when he’d woken to find himself being tended by a human woman. When he’d said something that did not please her she’d tweaked his broken nose, but then held ice against it.

  The combination of fierce and kind was familiar. It was how the women of his people behaved. He’d set out to fight the humans, to hurt them for the hurt they’d visited upon him, but Margo had shown him that they were, perhaps, not so different.

  “Do you understand?” he asked her.

  She nodded, then shook her head. Runako sighed.

  “I wanted you since I first saw you. So I took you.”

  “You—you’re not human,” she stammered. Was this a surprise? Perhaps he’d overestimated her intelligence.

  “Does that frighten you?” he said slowly.

  “Yes.”

  “Good,” he said with a smile.

  “Do you want me to be scared?” she asked.

  “I want you to understand that I am not a human man. I am Monster.”

  “I understand.” She blinked a few times and Runako saw her pupils contract as her fear faded. Though she was no longer afraid, he could see she was still wary, where she had not been before. She watched him closely, waiting for his next move.

  Now that they understood each other, Runako hoped he could finally take advantage of the nakedness he’d forced on her.

  Runako sat on the altar beside her hip and looked over her. He remembered her litany of complaints about her body, and truly did not have any idea what she was talking about. She was beautiful. Her body was well made with sheets of soft fat atop firm muscles, with large breasts and hips. He considered turning her over so he could get a good look at her ass, but decided to wait. Maybe tomorrow he would chain her to the altar face down, so he could view her ass.

  He laid his hand on her belly, and she flinched and twitched. He smiled. Margo made a sound that might have been a whimper.

  “I like your body. You will learn to like it to. Or you will learn not to let your insane belief interfere with sex.”

  He stroked the cotton triangle over her sex. He rather liked it on her, liked hiding her sex until the last moment.

  “We’re going to have sex,” she said.

  “Yes.”

  “With me all chained up.”

  “Yes.”

  “That is…incredibly hot. I must be even more fucked up than my therapist thought.”

  Runako threw back his head and laughed, then leaned over her. “Do you know that I can smell your sex? I know you are wet right now. You pout about your body, but I think it’s a lie. You know what your body does to me. You were trying to control me, master me, with your tantrum. But I won’t allow it.”

  Runako slid his hand over her breast, then toyed with her nipple. He pinched the pebbled tip with his fingers and twisted, until her back arched and her mouth opened.

  His cock, which had been semi-erect, sprung to full hardness. Her parted lips were too great a temptation. Runako did not think he would last long enough to have sex with her. He wanted her to pleasure him, now.

  He stood and shucked off his clothes, smiling when Margo murmured, “and the peasants rejoiced,” and then he released her hands from the cuffs.

  “Letting me go?” she said, expressing nothing.

  “No. You’re going to take my cock in your mouth.”

  Margo sputtered. “Excuse me?”

  “You are too desirable. I respect that we need more time before having sex, but I cannot wait to be pleasured by you.”

  Runako climbed onto the altar, straddled her thighs, and pulled her up into a sitting position. Margo promptly tried to punch him in the balls. Runako twisted his hips to the side and grabbed her fists.

  “You are out of your mind if you think I’m going to blow you. First of all, I don’t like sucking cock. Second, why the fuck should I? Get some self control, asshole.”

  Runako’s erection decreased slightly at her less than alluring words, but it was far from gone, for her fire was most attractive. He shackled both her wrists in one of his hands and pinched her chin with the other. He bent to her, forcing her face up.

  “You will do as I say, pleasure me in any way I wish, because you have no choice.” Runako paused, sniffing delicately. He smelled no fear, and indeed, she seemed more aroused. The l
ittle human was lying about the attractiveness of his actions. After a lifetime of pale, cruel human men he was not surprised that she was enjoying this. Though she seemed determined to lie with her words. Lies about what she found attractive must be like the lies she told about her body—a symptom of her humanity.

  “I have captured you. You are bound and naked. You have no control anymore.”

  She started to speak but he squeezed her jaw, silencing her.

  “You are mine,” he said, looking right into her wide brown eyes. She did not look away. He’d meant to intimidate her, but then a strange sensation filled his human chest and belly, so that he could barely breath, and it was he who looked away—from her eyes to her lips.

  He brought his lips to hers, gentling the grip he had on her face. The kiss was not the fierce battle he’d planned but something soft and precious. He kissed her lower lip, then the upper, then each corner of her mouth. He tilted his head to the side, rubbed his lips against her, and then coaxed her mouth open with the glide of his tongue over the seam of her lips. She sighed and opened her mouth to his tongue.

  He kissed her deep, tasting her, even going so far as suck her tongue into his mouth.

  The cave was silent, save the wet sounds of their kiss and their increasingly ragged breathing. Runako’s human form responded to the stimuli and sprang to full hardness. The tip of his cock brushed her belly, and they both moaned.

  He broke the kiss. “You are going to pleasure me with your mouth. Now.”

  He released her wrists and cupped her head in his hands. He rose up on his knees, which brought his cock in line with her mouth. He looked down, wanting, no needing, to see his dark cock disappear between her ruby lips.

  He guided her mouth to the tip of his cock, which jerked at the first small brush of her lips. She whimpered and pulled away slightly, but he did not allow her to retreat. He pressed his cock to her lips, which parted. She opened her mouth, looking up at him as he pushed his cock into her.

  The sight of his cock disappearing into her willing and obedient mouth was pleasure beyond what he’d known. He had not expected to be so affected by seeing this—after all he was not necessarily turned on by humans, and the human porn he’d watched with Luke and Henry had left him unmoved. But Margo. Margo was different. Her human features were perfect. His desire for her was nearing need rather than simple longing.

  Her soft tongue lapped at the bottom of his cock as he pushed in. The tip of his cock touched the back of her throat, and her nostrils flared as she sucked in a breath. He held it there, letting the heat of her mouth surround him, letting her saliva coat his cock so that when he thrust in and out of her mouth it would be a smooth glide.

  When he grew restless with this passive pleasure, Runako withdrew his cock entirely and looked down at her. Margo looked up at him, brown eyes wide, mouth open. He tipped her mouth closed, wanting to watch his cock force her lips open again.

  And that’s what he did.

  Runako pressed his cock to her lips, more roughly this time, and when she did not open her mouth fast enough his cock slid along her cheek, smearing it with her own spit and the moisture that leaked from the tip of his cock. He pulled back, frowned down at her in displeasure and pushed his cock into her mouth.

  Margo moaned this time, her eyes closing as he thrust in, withdrew half way and thrust in again. Runako grabbed her hair in one fist, the other hand falling to his side. He was afraid to be holding her when he came. Still unsure of the strength of this body he did not want to accidentally do her damage.

  He could feel the pressure growing in his cock, his balls drawing up tight to his body. This was the same in his monster form. He fucked her mouth, his motions growing jerkier as he approached climax. With a growl he felt more than heard Margo abandoned the role of meek victim. Margo grabbed his ass, dinging her nails in. She rocked forward to meet him, pushing his cock further into her mouth than he would have dared to do.

  They moved together, in synch, Runako above her, straddling her, controlling her. Margo naked and vulnerable beneath him, but drawing his cock into her mouth with sweet savagery.

  At his moment of climax Margo started to pull away, but Runako jerked her head forward, holding her still as his body released its seed into her mouth. He felt her jaw move as she swallowed.

  Runako’s breathing was rough, and his thighs trembled. He held Margo in place, his cock gagging her, her panting breath matching his. Margo’s hands dropped from his ass. She tried to push him away, but Runako grunted and forced his cock a little deeper into her mouth. She was not done until he said.

  She swallowed, the movement squeezing his cock between the roof of her mouth and her tongue. Runako’s cock hardened once again.

  Margo mumbled around his cock, something that sounded vaguely like “Oh hell no”. Runako tugged her hair, and she looked up.

  “You will pleasure me again if I demand it,” he said calmly.

  Margo’s eyes narrowed and her teeth closed gently around his cock, the threat all too clear.

  “If you bite me I will change back into my true form to heal myself. Then I will make you pleasure me in that form. When I am a monster my cock is as long as your upper leg and wide around as your wrist.”

  Margo’s eyes widened, and she stopped biting. Runako grunted in satisfaction, thrust his semi-erect cock in and out of her mouth a few more times—just because he could—and then pulled out of her mouth.

  Climbing down from the altar Runako stood back and surveyed his captive.

  Chapter Seven

  Had that just happened?

  Margo lay back against the cold stone, deciding that was better than sitting up which caused her stomach fat to bunch unpleasantly. She stared at the rock ceiling. For the moment she was blissfully unaware of Runako’s dedicated regard.

  She wasn’t sure how she felt about it.

  On one side his actions were totally unacceptable. She’s said she didn’t want to. She was his captive. What he’d just done was abuse, rape, total scum of the earth stuff.

  One the other side was the emotional reality of what had just happened. She’d given him plenty of signs that she was willing, and her protests were more knee jerk than real. She’d rather pleasure him than have him pleasuring and looking at her. His demanding that she pleasure him was more arousing, and made her feel more desirable, than rehearsed comments muttered in a creepy sexy whisper, which is what she usually got.

  Get over yourself, he didn’t rape you, he’s not torturing or abusing you.

  If she were being really philosophical she’d wonder why she felt this knee-jerk reaction to negatively label a situation that didn’t feel negative. Margo scrubbed her hands over her face. Enough introspection, she was too tired to deal with it. She’d wait and let her therapist sort it out when she got home.

  The flush of heat from her arousal, because she’d definitely been aroused, was fading, and she was naked and cold. She shivered, teeth clattering slightly.

  “You’re cold,” Runako said, sitting beside her.

  “Well, I am naked.”

  “Yes,” he said in a smug tone.

  “Smug bastard.”

  “Difficult woman.” Runako left and returned a moment later with a blanket. He handed the blanket to her, then slid his hand beneath her knees and shoulders.

  “What are you doing?” she asked in alarm, clutching the blanket to her breasts.

  “Lifting you.”

  “Whoa there, cowboy. You can’t lift me. I’m too heavy.”

  “You’re ideas about your body are stupid.”

  “You may be able to cart me around when you’re a Monster but—”

  Runako lifted her, cocked an eyebrow, and said, “Spread out the blanket.”

  Margo muttered, “Well there will be no living with you now,” and turned in his arms, spreading the blanket out over the stone.

  Runako set her down. “Now you are no longer cold, you know you are not too heavy, let’s have sex.”<
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  Margo giggled in amusement. She knew he was serious but the way he’d said it cracked her up. “I’d love to, tiger, but I need to use the facilities.”

  “What facilities?”

  “Oh please, please tell me I don’t have to pee in a pot.”

  “Ahh, you have to pee.”

  “Yep.”

  “There is a bathroom, but I don’t want to show it to you yet.”

  “Two things. One, why? Two, I don’t care, I have to pee.”

  “I could take you outside to pee.”

  “I am not peeing in a bush if there is a bathroom somewhere. Is not being allowed to pee part of the ‘breakdown the captive’ routine?”

  “Yes.”

  “Oh.”

  They looked at each other. Runako sighed.

  “Fine,” he grumbled. He scooped up her tattered shirt, ripped off a sleeve, and blindfolded her with it.

  “I’m not sure what you’re trying to achieve with this,” she said as he blindfolded her.

  “We’re having sex after this.”

  “You keep thinking that,” she quipped.

  There was a clank and rattle as he unlocked her cuff, freeing her. He lifted her, carryed her like Rhett with Scarlet, and off they went.

  “Exactly how big is this place?”

  “Two caves only.”

  Runako’s bare feet were soundless on the stone, but from one stride to the next his gait changed, leveling out and picking up speed, as if he were walking on a flat surface. He dipped, and her shoulder brushed a wall, then Runako turned, clearly angling her into the bathroom. Margo was set on her feet. With a last caress to her waist Runako left her, and there was the snick of a door closing.

  Margo ripped off her blindfold. She was standing in a normal bathroom. The floor beneath her feet was linoleum. There was a sink, shower and toilet. The toilet was an older model, with a chain pull and water box at the ceiling, but the shower stall was modern clear glass, the towels thick and fluffy.