Ravaged 2: A Monster Box Set of 8 Erotic Tales

by Simone Beatrix

  She grunted. “You aren’t?”

  He stopped and turned to face her. His tongue slithered out and grazed her cheek and ear, cradling it for a moment. “No.”

  She stood, paralyzed, until he relented. He gave a low chuckle and turned back around. A chuckle that seemed familiar. Mary shook her dehydrated mind, his focus shifting to her open cell as they passed it. Cell zero she had decided.

  She started counting the cells on the left wall this time.

  Cell one, two, three... four...

  ***

  “Wait.” Mary said, stopping and putting her hand on a wall to steady herself. When the beast stopped and turned to face her, she leaned over and grabbed her knees, breathing heavily.

  “Should we rest?” the monster growled, looking over his shoulder for a moment.

  Mary shook her head and tried to stand back up. “No, I- I want to get out of here. I don’t want to rest.” She shot him a look.

  His face was just as inscrutable as when she first met him. She didn’t understand why every fiber in her being wasn’t screaming in the opposite direction of him. Maybe it was his voice. It seemed so calm and collected, which didn’t match his vulgar appearance.

  She huffed and stood up weakly, giving the beast a half-hearted smile.

  “We won’t be able to get out of here for a couple more hours,” he said. “If you need to rest —,”

  She cut him off, “‘Rest.’ You said it again. How could I possibly rest in this hellhole? The constant scratching and growlings.” Her tired eyes were bloodshot and heavy, despite how much she wanted to make a point, she didn’t have the energy. She slumped against the wall and slid down it, the rough stone leaving harsh marks on her shoulder and arm.

  Mary gnawed on her lip and tried to keep her composure. The beast moved closer, and she flinched, feeling his overbearing presence towering over her. His shadow was thrown on top of her, blackening his face and body, revealing only his outline.

  She looked up at him and saw his jet-black eyes flash for a moment, and she felt something flutter inside her. Her repulsion had only grown stronger while they were walking together, but she couldn’t deny a certain primal feeling growing inside her. Maybe she was losing her mind, and she just felt defeated by everything.

  He leaned down and scooped her up in his rough-scaly arms. His breathing pushed his chest against her body every moment, she felt herself giving way to her desire.

  She slung her arms halfway around his neck, clinging to the downcast horns that cradled his head. He turned back down the hallway they were heading and started moving, picking up speed. He didn’t have to match her pace any longer.

  ***

  She woke in a cell, her mind fogged and her stomach hungry. The beast was nearby, watching her sleep; she wasn’t sure why.

  In her fog, she crawled closer to the beast, and touched his leg, marveling at the way the torch light shimmered off the flecks of hard skin. The beast murmured, and she rolled closer to him.

  He exhaled hot air through his nose, steaming the room a bit.

  “You’re so warm...” she said, a slur to her voice. She felt calm, collected. Why was she in a cell again? What was he doing here?

  She couldn’t remember what was real anymore. She touched the beast’s face in a moment of inspiration, and kissed his cheek. He turned toward her and moved upon her, his clawed hand grasped her breast and making her moan. Her heart began to race, pounding in her ears. He stood up from the floor and pushed her against a wall.

  His scales were rough and hewn, she grasped at his arms to try and stop him, but he was too powerful. He swatted her hands away and held her wrists together, pulling them above her head and holding her tight against the wall. The rough mortar dug into her ass and thighs, making her itch and wanting relief. The beast’s eyes bore into hers, and she felt as if he was feeding on her anxiety, on her fear and confusion. Was this really happening?

  He tore her pants off to reveal her silky white legs. Their pale skin contrasting against his dark scales. His cock was engorged, free from its slumber, and ready to tame her as he had tamed so many others.

  “What, what are you doing?” Mary asked hesitantly. She knew it was a stupid question.

  He moved closer to her, grasping her tit through her shirt with his mouth. She let a moan slip from her lips, to her own horror. Was she actually enjoying this?

  The beast let out a low growl while he massaged her breast, pulling her nipple and making it taut and scream with fire. Mary’s legs grew slick with warm anticipation and worry, and he took his chance. He moved closer, cradling her with his free hand. She stared down at his cock as he teased the hard tip of it against her pussy, a line of precum breaking free like spider’s silk.

  Mary’s breathing was growing faster, her heart racing, as he pushed his cock into her. She grew wide eyed as it disappeared into her, the girth making her cringe and yelp in pain.

  Tears welled up on her eyes and she bit her lip, fighting back the urge to scream louder. The beast was slow, but forceful as he took her. Finally he was seated completely inside her, and a burning wave coursed through her.

  Mary threw her arms around the beast’s neck and he started pounding into her. His meaty cock throbbed and groaned in her pussy juices, the sound of her skin smacking his scales echoing through the corridor. The beasts in the other jail cells were screaming and howling in response, but Mary didn’t care. She could barely pay attention.

  The beast grunted as she rode his cock. Her moans grew louder and more frequent, she knew she wouldn’t be able to take him for very long.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Mary said, her voice growing hoarse as her throat tightened. She bucked wildly, and begged the beast to finish inside her, she wanted that demon seed, that unholy union to be complete.

  The monster squeezed her ass and held her close as he came to his climax. The heat rising off of him steamed the air and wetted Mary’s face, her eyes filled with lust and terror. He let out a loud roar as his cock throbbed inside her, pushing his seed into her. She climaxed as she felt it slam into her, wrapping her legs around him in whirlwind of confusion. Sweat beaded on her skin, glistening off her chest and stomach. They slowed, and the beast held her there on his rod as they caught their breath. After a long moment, he lifted her off his cock and set her on the floor.

  She tried to stay standing, but her numbed legs betrayed her. Before she could stumble to the floor, the beast caught her and helped her stand up.

  As she held his enormous hand in hers, she looked at him in the eye and saw something different. Something human.

  Exhaustion was too far along now, and her eyes grew heavy.

  “I— I don’t think I can stay...” she began.

  He reached out to touch her face, stroking her skin with his wretched claw. Mary flinched at first, but let herself melt against his touch.

  As she let the after glow of the ravaging sex wash over her, her mind started to race. She looked at the cell door, and saw it was damaged and knocked off one of its hinges.

  She took a step back from the beast.

  “You broke in here? You could get out...?” Bewilderment filled her eyes as she spoke, fear rippling through her skin. “You... tricked me.”

  The beast sighed heavily and stood to his hooves. He pointed at the door.

  “What choice did I have?”

  She glared at him.

  He continued, “you... have an affect on me.”

  “How — you expect me to believe that? I can’t believe I’m even here! That this is real at all!” She threw her arms up, and began to walk into the hallway. The torchlight made the sweat on her skin glisten.

  “You... remind me of something. A moment before this hell.”

  She stopped at the door, touching the hard stone. She didn’t turn to face him, but she listened.

  “I needed to know. I had to know what it would be like to be with another human again. Not a beast sequestered in this keep. Not another chemica
l creation from a madman.”

  “And...?”

  “It was... inviting. It was renewing.”

  She opened her mouth to speak, but closed it again.

  “I was sent here as punishment. This form I hold is my curse, my nature manifested into this horror. I created most of these beasts that howl. A student of mine turned against me. He enslaved me and made me into this.”

  She turned to face him again. Mary jumped a little when she saw him standing right behind her.

  “You — you said someone else ran this dungeon.”

  He gave her a look.

  Horror sunk through Mary’s skin like a disease.

  “This is all a trick... a game to you, isn’t it?” She steeled herself, balling her hands into fists. She didn’t know what else to do. Should she run and try to escape? The beast would be too powerful for her.

  The beast looked away from her. “It was,” it began. Somehow, his liquid black eyes seemed sad, regretful. “At first.”

  Mary blinked and touched her chest for a moment.

  “There was something about you, it reached out to me and shook something loose. A reminder of who I was...” The beast turned to face her, and for a flash of a second she saw he was telling the truth. “Who I am.”

  He continued: “By the time you showed up, I was destitute. I deemed myself unworthy of freedom, that I deserved to be trapped in the labyrinth I had created. Hearing the tortured howls and roars of my creations was enough to drive me mad.”

  “Then what about the man who gave me the key?”

  “Ah, Silxan,” The beast chuckled a bit, low and sinister. “I tempted him with forbidden knowledge. I knew he would eventually succumb to the same disease I did: absolute greed. In the search for more control and power. If he gave you a key to your freedom, he must already be changing into another one of the beasts that are imprisoned here. That’s what happened to me.”

  Mary reached up and touched the Beast’s face, somewhat instinctively. She couldn’t understand it, but she felt something for him, more than a confusing kind of primal lust, but something more.

  He nudged his large head into her hand as she caressed him, and he sighed heavily. After a moment, she broke the silence.

  “So is there a way out?”

  He looked into her eyes with renewed vigor and nodded. “Yes. I know there is. I designed the place. I should be able to navigate us out of there.”

  Mary bit her lip, thinking furiously. “What about the others? The... other monsters.”

  “I’ll take care of them.”

  She nodded, not quite understanding why she did. They left the cell and headed down the corridor. Mary was all turned around after waking up, so she trusted the beast to be honest. After all, she didn’t have much of a choice.

  If he was still lying to her, there wasn’t anything else she could do.

  ***

  At every intersection they encountered, the beast guided them by instinct.

  The torches grew closer together, and more light spilled into the cells, where grotesque and revolting beasts hid in the corners. As they passed each torch, Mary started to urge the beast to move faster and faster. A second wind had rushed through her at the thought of finally being free.

  She watched the beast lurch forward with each step and she tried to figure out who he might have been before, how he might have looked.

  He certainly wasn’t inexperienced, but if she believed what he said before about fathering all the beasts, did he mean only in the lab, or with his seed as well?

  The torches burned brighter as they followed the hall to the end. The walls became less rotted and overgrown, more clean and maintained. At the end of the hall, a single steel door waited for them. It wasn’t like the cells, which had barred doors, but more formal. More final.

  “Is this it?” Mary said, ducking under the beast’s arms and examining the door. Her mind raced. The beast guided her back with his hand and gripped the door handle, yanking it open with a satisfying hiss of air. Mary’s ears popped as the pressure equalized and she inhaled the scent of something fresh, the stagnant air of the dungeon all too familiar. As the door opened, the beasts in the cells all the way down the hall howled and moaned with astonishing ferocity.

  Mary looked to the monster, finding his eyes which looked lost.

  “Are you coming with me?”

  “I’m afraid I can’t,” the beast said.

  Mary frowned, she couldn’t tell him he wouldn’t be gutted and killed the instant someone saw him.

  “I have to find a way to reverse this. Reverse the way I am,” he said.

  “Reverse it?”

  “Beyond this door is the laboratory. I’ll be able to work there, hopefully... these claws won’t fail me.”

  Mary looked at her hands and his. A thought fluttered through her. “I could stay and help you.”

  The beast snorted. “Impossible.”

  “Why?” Mary fumed, offended. “I could help you!”

  “You can’t. You can’t stay here much longer.”

  “I don’t understand what you’re saying. I still need to get home too, how am I supposed to do that without help?”

  The beast lowered his gaze and met hers. He grasped her shoulders with his clawed hands.

  “This isn’t where you belong. This dungeon isn’t in a city, a building, or anything. It’s separate from your world.”

  Mary’s mouth opened as if to interrupt, but the beast continued: “When you step through there, you’ll fade back to where you came from.”

  “How did I get here in the first place then? I don’t understand...”

  “I don’t know. I had agents on the outside with drugs that would induce the transportation, but they shouldn’t still be around anymore.”

  “I don’t like it. I don’t want to leave if you can’t come with me.”

  “I already said, I have to work on a cure first.”

  Mary struggled against his grasp, freeing herself from his claws. “I don’t buy that. What if you find it and I never see you again?”

  “We will find each other. I promise.”

  She shook her head, a smile crossing her face. “I can’t believe any of this. I don’t even know your name.”

  “Reizan.”

  “Your human name.”

  The beast frowned. “I don’t remember.”

  “Reizan, it is then. I’m Mary.”

  She took his claw and shook it, trying to not think too much about everything.

  Reizan didn’t answer. He looked at her mournfully, long-fully. Before she could say another word, he grabbed her and shoved her through the open door.

  ***

  Her skin was moist and dewy when she came to again. Too dizzy and disoriented to speak, she tried to look around and gauge where she was.

  Darkness surrounded her from all directions, she reached out with weak arms and brushed at it, and saw it flutter. The light broke through the darkness the brightness making her shield her eyes. As she recovered, she realized where she was.

  She was under her bed, the skirt and sheets bunched against the sides and blackening the room. She rolled out from underneath and gasped for fresh air, clutching the sheets in her hands as tight as possible.

  Her pants were torn, her shirt still moist, her makeup smeared, and her mind foggy.

  She heard stirring outside her room, and she scrambled to her feet to shut her door all the way. April certainly couldn’t see her like this.

  She thought about what Reizan said about having agents on the outside.

  Jake.

  Mary slipped some new pants on and stormed out of her room, slamming the door open against her wall. She found Jake and April talking in the kitchen, stunned by the loud noise.

  “What the —?” April said.

  Mary cut her off. “I want to know what the fuck Jake did to my drink last night. Show me the shit.”

  “Mary, what the fuck?”

  “Bullshit he didn’t
. Trust me, I don’t even need to get into how I know. He better fess up or I’m calling the police.”

  Mary came up to Jake’s shoulder and pushed him against the counter. “Right. Now.”

  Jake held up his hands. “Okay, okay!” He gave April an apologetic look.

  He fished out a small bag out of his jeans and handed it to Mary.

  “I knew it,” Mary said, snatching it from him. “Where did you get this?”

  “I— I don’t know, some dude gave it to me last week. He said it was ecstasy.”

  “Then how come I was the only one to have any?” Mary asked.

  Jake pointed to April. “She said you were really tightly wound and needed a break.”

  Mary shook her head, pocketing the stash. “I can’t believe either of you, ridiculous.” She stormed back into her bedroom, leaving Jake and April awestruck.

  In her room, she took the sandwich bag out and examined it. Three small pills were left. She folded up the plastic and hid it inside her sock drawer.

  Her rush from confronting Jake and April was wearing thin, and she had a lot of catching up on sleep to do. She stripped off and climbed back into her bed, grazing her hand against the large red mark on her thigh one last time. Just as she fell asleep, she thought of Reizan. Of his escape from that hellish nightmare.

  Dragon’s Claw by Simone Beatrix

  “The feast is tonight,” was what everyone kept telling me as I walked through the village stalls. I was looking for some food to bring home to my family on the outskirts of town, but no one was selling anything but their hardy leftovers. Whenever I asked why, they only responded with one thing.

  I didn’t know what the feast meant. I had been too young to remember the last one, but despite that, no one would tell me what it was about exactly. I heard only one person mumble something about sacrifices and Gods, but I didn’t believe them. I thought we paid our penance every week? Sacrifice? It all seemed too unbelievable.

  Regardless, when the moon fell that night, I joined the others at the well in the center of town. There, great torches blazed and illuminated the square. Hundreds of people had gathered around the town’s leader, Devon. He spoke over the crowd, a feverish excitement in his voice. I pushed my way through the throng as he thanked everyone who had shown up.