Ravaged 2: A Monster Box Set of 8 Erotic Tales

by Simone Beatrix

“Will you come back with me? To the mothership?”

  I shook my head. “I — I couldn’t. What would I do?”

  “Teach us. Teach our kind about a different kind of reproduction. Raise the child you have growing inside you.”

  I was too tired to follow the conversation, but it dawned on me the implication. “A human envoy?”

  “Precisely.”

  “I don’t know. That sounds...”

  “Think about it — then. Rest now. I won’t be here in the morning.”

  “How can you be so sure?”

  “I was sent on a mission, regardless, a distress beacon was sent out when my ship went down. They’ll find me soon enough.”

  I nodded quietly and laid my head down on the cushion. Everything was too mind-boggling to comprehend with that amount of exhaustion filling me. I fell asleep.

  ***

  When I awoke later that morning, the sun was shining through the windows and he was no where to be found. The couch was still in disarray and I swore I could still smell his spicy scent in the house, but he was gone.

  I threw on some clothes and went out into the yard to see if his spaceship was still smoking. The smoke plume was absent, so I hiked out to the crash site again.

  The spaceship was gone. Even the hole it had left was visibly smaller, as if it had been buried. The ground was still indented and dirt and mud had been sprayed all over the nearby land, but it only vaguely looked like a crash-site at all anymore.

  I looked up at the sky and felt a twinge of sadness. How would I contact him if I wanted to go? All I had was his name: Weirxaln. But what good did that really do me?

  I went back into the house and wrote the name down on a piece of paper. I brushed my hand against the letters, thinking of the kind of ecstasy Wei had given me. I hoped I could find him again. Somehow, someway.

  Maybe I’d even take him up on his offer. Join him on the mothership and be a connection between our species. That idea did sound awfully romantic. Either way, what would I do if the baby was born and it looked too much like him?

  I had a lot of thinking to do for the next couple of months.

  Caged by the Creature by Simone Beatrix

  Nothing could stop me from going to the hot-springs, not even Brad’s incessant begging. I was done with him though, he wasn’t the man I needed or wanted in my life. Too easy going, too simple minded and... safe.

  I thought about my decision as I finished packing up my car with the last things I would need for my little detour that night. A couple hours in the mountains would do me some good, especially if the hot-springs were unoccupied and I could enjoy some real relaxation.

  The real breaking point with Brad was he wouldn’t choke me. Not when we were just hanging around the house of course, but when we were fucking. He refused to fulfill my desires. While every time he wanted a blowjob he would get one, he wouldn’t clench his fist around my neck and bang the life out of me. I wanted that thrill, but he claimed it was too scary and that things could go wrong. “Tiffany, I just don’t know... what if you died? It’s just weird and a turn off to me.”

  “Only if you’re really stupid about it, Brad,” I tried to tell him. He wouldn’t listen, and that’s when I told him it wasn’t going to work. He was the one not fulfilling my needs. My wants and desires. I kicked him to the curb.

  I should have known better when I first met him. He was too meek, too scared to take chances or risks. My friends were right.

  I pulled out of my apartment complex and bombed down the highway, making it down to the turn off for the hot-springs. A little soothing hot water and solitude would fix me right up. Then I’d call up my friends and we’d go out on the town, gathering up any men who’d look twice at us. Of course, I was a bit pickier than they were — if I learned anything with Brad — it was that I had to be.

  The sun was setting as I made mile after mile on the dirt road. I had to go slow when it was daylight, but even slower when it was dusk. The dust that got kicked up by my tires was just too overwhelming. It was so much cooler in the mountains than back in the city. I cranked the heater to stave off some of the cold.

  The leaves had been turning over to their usual orange and red colors too. It was pretty enough back at home, but breathtaking out in the wilderness. Despite the dust, I cranked my window down a hair to get a whiff of the breeze. It was intoxicating.

  That was another thing about Brad. He hated camping. He refused to do anything the last three months, and that was nearly enough for me to call it off anyway. But I stuck it out, thinking another couple months with this dolt would be okay, but I was wrong.

  The trailhead was only a couple more miles along the dirt path. I could feel the warm water on my skin already. I was alone because the last time I made the mistake of inviting people it wasn’t the things fond memories were made of. More junk. I had brought all my friends and Brad, and he was constantly whining about me being too revealing in my swim suit. I hope he didn’t actually expect me to indulge his insecurity.

  I turned off the road as I came to the trailhead. A couple mile hike up hill would be a breeze, especially without a backpack to weigh me down. I smiled as I lurched the car to a stop — no one else was here.

  At least, that’s what I thought.

  ***

  I climbed out of the car and locked it, slipping the keys in my pocket. I was already wearing my bathing suit, but decided to wear a long sleeve and pants over it just incase it was a bit too chilly on the hike up. I felt a bit silly wearing my hiking boots, but did I really have any other option?

  I flicked my flash light on and started up the trailhead. It was only about a mile and half, so not too long to get lost, but not too short to get swamped with teenagers during every season of the year. I remembered when I was in high school I couldn’t possibly bear the idea of braving the drive and hike all in one night. Not to mention coming back.

  Thankfully, college had changed me for the better. I was a lot more willing to take risks or just put myself out there to get what I wanted.

  I thought about the last time with Brad, and the look in his eyes when I asked him to choke me. It was like he thought I was insane. I pushed the thought away and surmounted a boulder, touching it slightly to maintain my balance.

  Within a half hour, I made it. The sun had fully set now, and the entire forest was bathed in an eerie darkness. The trees overhanging the steamy water seemed to be all there was. The rest of the woods so shrouded it was if they didn’t exist. It was almost a relief that the hot-springs were empty, but it was also kind of scary too.

  I tossed my boots aside and slipped my shirt and pants off. I looked around incase there was anyone else that might have been hiding, then decided to take my bikini top and bottom off. What was the harm? If no one was around to see me, then I might as well not be encumbered. With the cool air teasing my skin, I decided it was now or never to get in.

  I dipped into the water, blindly finding the small step and lowering myself into it. The water rippled in small tides as I submerged my body. It was remarkably clear for being what was more or less a hole in the ground. No fancy cement floors or walkways here.

  The water was like heaven on my skin, the warmth thawing my frozen fingers and thighs. Something so dreamy about being encased in hot water and hot steam. I leaned back against the damp rock, spreading my arms across both sides and resting my head. I stared up through the tree tops at the twinkling stars, amazed that there seemed to be so many more out here. Hundreds of thousands.

  I counted them while I let the hot water work its magic on my mind and body. It was exactly what the doctor ordered. I closed my eyes and let a little nap carry me away, the steam turning to smoke in my mind and the water turning into a warm embrace.

  It was definitely the right choice to not invite anyone else. They would’ve ruined the night. And since I was alone, I could dream of other things. Like another man in my life — one who wouldn’t be scared of taking control of me. Who would eage
rly dominate me in bed, tie me up, lash me with small whips. I felt a surge of warmth as I imagined it. A powerfully built stranger swatting my ass, making me beg for more (in a roundabout way), and just owning me. I could feel his hands on my skin, groping my breasts. His fingers teasing my clit. I slid my hand over my skin and between my legs and brought my body to life. I let out soft moans as I explored my fantasy, the water shifting slightly and rippling against the edge with each jerk of my fingers.

  The stranger would then bend me over and pound me raw, making me cry out in pain and pleasure. Nothing sounded more fantastic.

  As I climaxed, I heard a noise in the woods.

  ***

  My heart raced and I looked around, splashing a bit too much water as I swirled back and forth. Was it another guest? I was naked, so was someone trying to catch a peek? Was someone watching me fantasize? I had really let my guard down, and cursed myself for it.

  “Who’s there?” I called out, feeling a bit dumb. What if it was just a raccoon? They were pretty harmless. Maybe he thought I was food or something. I stared hard into the dark trees and tried to listen, but nothing happened. I mumbled to myself that it must’ve been nothing. Maybe part of my dream playing tricks on me.

  I settled back into my resting position and thought about getting out. It must’ve been getting late at that point, so I had no reason to stay any longer. On the other hand, I didn’t have a reason to leave either — what was waiting for me at home? A job in the morning? Ugh.

  Another rustling startled me. I gasped and turned around to try and face the source, throwing water out of the pool again. A large creature was standing at the edge of the spring — at least — I thought it was a creature. It stood nearly as tall as one of the huge pines nearby, but maybe that was my mind playing tricks on me. I shivered and ducked down into the water, submerging my entire body except for my eyes. Its twinkling eyes stared back into me with a calculating kind of intelligence. It had seen me already.

  It moved forward and I screamed, before it sloshed into the water. It splashed a huge wave out of it, and I thought that might be my chance to escape. I turned to grip the edge of the pool and pull myself up, but the monster’s hands were already around my waist, pulling me toward him. I squirmed and tried to fight him, but he handled me like a toy doll — it was useless. He held my naked body to his thick fur, which felt almost dry despite being deep in the water. I shivered and tried to close my eyes, telling myself this wasn’t happening.

  The monster hoisted me up out of the water and threw me over its shoulder. I stared down across its body as the water rippled off it in sheets. I couldn’t believe this was happening and my stomach knotted as he stood, his height staggering. He finally spoke.

  “I’m taking you with me.”

  I shook my head in a dizzied frenzy. “Where! What is going on?” I thrashed in his grip and tried pounding on his back, but it was like punching rocks.

  My mind whirled. I had to have dozed off in the pool. That was the only explanation. With me thrown over his shoulder, he bounded away from the hot-springs into the cool darkness of the autumn night. I watched my clothes, boots and flashlight disappear in the encroaching darkness.

  What was I going to do?

  ***

  My heart calmed down a little as the monster carried me further into the woods. I couldn’t explain it, but there was something intense and, dare I let the voice out of my head, arousing, about the whole thing. This giant creature just commanded respect, and who would I be do deny him that?

  ‘Him,’ is what I figured at least. His voice was deep and gravely and his frame was built like a powerful lumberjack, even the fur seemed to accentuate him in a way that looked like patches of hair. I bobbed up and down as he moved with impressive agility through the woods, my naked ass growing numb in the chilled wind of our movement. Eventually we stopped, and the beast lowered me to my feet.

  My legs were like jelly and I struggled to stay standing. He had brought us to the entrance of a cave. There was a gentle light flickering deep within the cavern. He pushed me forward, giving me a look that told me to not dare try and escape. I obeyed.

  Being ordered, even implicitly, was an amazing turn on. I was still coming to grips with what kind of monster I had ran into, but I was getting the feeling he wasn’t going to hurt me. Much.

  Inside the cave was a blazing fire. A kind of musty and woody scent filled the cavern. It almost made me light-headed.

  Dried meat hung off hooks that had been somehow dug into the stone faces of the walls, and a large set of fur blankets littered a dark corner. I shivered as my eyes crossed a wooden cage, looking battered and worn, yet sturdy. The bars were made of roughly cut wooden branches, unshaved and sharp looking bark. The beast swatted my bare ass and made me jump, taking advantage of my surprise to open the cage and shove me into it.

  I stumbled over myself as I slammed my head into the opposite end of the wooden bars. They stung, but didn’t cut me. I rolled around onto my back and stared up at the monster through the bars, trying to let it all sink in. I had a hard time concentrating with the bruise and the stench. Could I call it a stench? It wasn’t... offensive.

  “What are going to do to me?” I tried to remain calm. I didn’t want to anger the beast. God only knew what he was capable of. The furs lining what I could only assume was a bed were made from grizzlies. They certainly had a home-made look to them.

  “Whatever I desire,” he said. His accent was strong, northwestern. I couldn’t pin it, but it was odd. He spoke a bit haltingly, as if he was still getting used to using his mouth and tongue for words. What else might he have used them for? Was I the first? The cage certainly couldn’t have been made for me. “You were in my hot-spring. I don’t like people using it without me.”

  I shivered. “Without you?”

  “Yes.”

  He lowered his gaze at me. He moved to the cage and grasped the top of it with his hands. The ceiling of my prison only reached his hips, so he truly stared down at me. “So I’m going to punish you.”

  I gulped at the word. At the idea. I thought of Brad refusing to choke me, I thought about the excitement and anxiety I had felt getting carried up here.

  “Prove it.”

  The beast growled, and slammed his fist on the cage, making the timbers creak and crack with his force. I jumped back and huddled as far from him as possible. I wanted to hide my arousal from him anyway. His eyes looked over my body. I covered my breasts, denying him the pleasure of looking.

  He raged again and moved away from the cage. He retrieved something from the pile of furs, a piece of wood. “This’ll teach you to be so disobeying.”

  “Disobedient, you mean.”

  He growled again and pulled my arm through the criss-crossed wooden bars. I winced as he squeezed my wrist. He held me up, keeping me off balance and awkward. At his mercy. He lashed my arm with the switch, making me cry out in pain. I bit my lip and let him do it again and again, only barely trying to escape his grasp to keep up appearances. He dropped the switch and dragged his tongue up my elbow. His spit was salty and sticky, but it reeked with an intensity I’d never smelled before. Not disgusting, but alluring.

  “Don’t correct me, human.”

  “Oh... you don’t like it when I do that? Maybe you shouldn’t have kidnapped me. When I get out of here you’re in for a world of hurt... I’m sure the police would love to know about the monster living in the woods.”

  He slipped open the cage door and pulled me out with a powerful grasp. He lifted me up and slammed me against the top of it, my head hanging off the side and my legs dangling. The bark-covered bars dug into my skin, making me itch. He spread my knees apart and inhaled deeply. His monstrous hands ran across my skin, grazing my nipples and making me gasp.

  “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” the beast murmured. I shook my head and bit my lip.

  “No.”

  He swatted my exposed ass and I yelped. “How about now?”

/>   I shook my head. He swatted me again and again, until I was nearly falling off the top of the cage. He craned his head down and smelled my hair, before licking my neck and breasts. His long tongue swirled around my belly button, before cradling my pussy. I swooned for him.

  “Now?”

  I shook my head again. The beast wrapped his fingers around my throat and squeezed, making me light headed. My vision blistered white. “Now?” he repeated.

  I croaked a small “No,” encouraging him to punish me more. Make me his bitch.

  He slapped my tits and choked me, and that’s when I noticed it for the first time, his engorged cock rubbing the inside of my thighs. Its eager and hard head red with desire. It was bald, thankfully, and enormous. He released his grasp from my throat and I coughed to catch my breath, bracing against the wooden bars.

  “What are you going to do to me now?” I said, eyeing his cock. He grimaced and pushed me back down against the cage. He swatted my ass again and I yelped, not in mock-pain, but in real pleasure. He eyed me suspiciously, before spreading my legs again. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer to me.

  He pushed them off of his body and shook his head. “I’m on control. Not you.”

  I nodded meekly. “Whatever you say.”

  He teased my pussy again with his cock, grazing the lips and covering his head with my juice. I wheezed as he continued the charade, playing with me by slightly dipping the tip into me and pulling it out again. My chest burned with shame and desire.

  “Don’t you want to fuck me?”

  “I’ll fuck you when you’re good and ready,” he said. He pulled away from me and let my legs fall against the cage. I leaped up and tried to follow him, but he pushed me away. “Stop.”

  I pouted but didn’t move. He moved toward me again and stared down at me, his huge body towering over me. The monster’s fur was barely touching me, and the smell of it was overwhelming.

  He scooped me up with his arms and kissed me hard. I squirmed from his touch, before relenting and collapsing into his arms. After I loosened, he carried me and threw me on top of the cage, before brandishing his cock and stroking it against my lips again. I moaned with ecstasy as he teased me, wanting him to punish me even more.