Ravaged 2: A Monster Box Set of 8 Erotic Tales

by Simone Beatrix

  “I hate when humans use my hot-springs,” he muttered. He slapped my pussy with his dick, making me wince. I moved to wrap my legs around him, but he nudged them away. He moved closer to me, his fur tickling my thighs. I stared up at him, defiantly, wanting him to see my face when he finally decided to make me his. To know who I was.

  “I’ll make you remember your place.” He pushed his cock into me, without giving me a chance to protest or try and ease it in. I yelped as his hips slammed into my legs, rubbing my back raw against the bark covered bars. I felt my cheeks flush with red as he pounded me, his hands holding me down against the cage so I could barely move. I could barely breathe. It was exhilarating.

  He wrapped his fingers around my throat again and squeezed as I lost myself in the moment. My vision blurred and grew dim, air barely escaping my lungs. He grunted loudly and released his grip on my neck. As the air rushed back into me, I felt the rising tension of passion explode inside me, radiating warmth and numb through me. I couldn’t handle it, my climax rocking me in a way I could have never dreamed of.

  I groped and squeezed his elbows as he rocked me back and forth, his large dick quivering inside me. Our moans of pleasure drowned out the sound of the crackling fire, leaving only us in that space. Just our bodies intermingled. His monstrous one and mine.

  It should have been something out of a horror movie, but it was so much better than that. Something about his strong arms and figure was just astounding. I grew weak willed just staring at him, that beastly frame. His mouth parted with each grunt, revealing sharp fangs as he thrust into me, rattling the cage and my heart. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled myself against his body, and he didn’t fight it. I felt another climax rising to the surface, and I wanted him to join me.

  “Fuck me... fuck me and come inside me,” I moaned. I stroked his furry arm and he nodded in approval, unable to speak between gasps for air. Sweat beaded his forehead, and his balls slapped my ass red. He grunted and squeezed me again, his hands holding my hips against his body, the warmth almost suffocating, and I knew it was happening.

  I screamed as he pounded and finished inside me, his monstrous cock throbbing deep inside my pussy. I squeezed my legs tight around him and tried to draw out each of his moans. His eyes fluttered shut and open, and he seemed to fight off the wave of pleasure. I closed mine and hung my head off the back of the cage, letting the numbing warmth overwhelm me, take me to new heights I never thought possible.

  He held me there for a while longer. I could feel his eyes probing me, admiring me. He withdrew from me and I let out a gasp, feeling a profound emptiness I’d never experienced before.

  The beast moved away from me to the corner of the room. He laid down on the fur blankets, panting to catch his breath. I sat up and was amazing at how wobbly my arms were. I could barely keep myself upright.

  He looked at me. “Don’t move. I’ll know if you leave.”

  I shook my head. “I wasn’t going to...” I honestly hadn’t even thought of escaping. What was wrong with me? Then again, if I tried to run, there wasn’t anyway I could lose him in his forest. “I’m sorry I used your hot-spring.”

  He snorted. “I hope you learned your lesson, human.”

  I nodded. “Who... what are you?”

  “I’m Streecher. What do they call you?”

  I smirked a little. “Tiffany.”

  Before I could say another word, exhaustion gripped me. I fought to keep my eyes open, to see what he had planned for me next, but it was no use. I collapsed, dozing off.

  ***

  The sunlight woke me. I groaned and rubbed my eyes, feeling sore in all the wrong places, but oddly comfortable in others. I opened my eyes and expected to find the cage surrounding me, its wooden bars almost familiar.

  But I wasn’t in the cage. Or even the cave for that matter. I was back in my car at the base of the trailhead. My heart sank. How did I get back here? I was still naked, but had some of my clothes draped over me to hide my nudity. I looked around in the car and didn’t find the beast. He was no where to be found.

  I winced as I moved about in my seat. My ass was bruised and red. I touched it tenderly, thinking of it as a kind of promise or reminder that I didn’t dream the whole thing up. I couldn’t have.

  My hiking boots had been tossed in the passenger seat, the mud caking the upholstery. I felt touched that the monster had bothered to take me back at all. I thought for sure he was going to keep me in his lair for good.

  I reached in the back and pulled my extra set of clothes out. I managed to get dressed and pull my hair up. It was only mid-afternoon, which meant I missed work. No great loss there.

  I started the car and thought about the monster and his hot-spring. Perhaps he would always be there, and if I wanted to come back, I could. I started to pull out of the trailhead parking, but stopped and cast a long look to the trail, thinking of the hot water and the hotter monster that laid claim to it. Oh, I’d be back alright. I’d just have to let my bruises heal up.

  Maybe next time I could teach him a thing or two about dominating someone.

  Tempted by the Trolls by Simone Beatrix

  I used to go up every weekend to hike around the dusty trails in the nearby foothills. I’d grab my gear and just get away from it all. Truthfully, I only did it for the very personal alone time.

  This time was going to be different though. I could feel it as soon as I set out from the trailhead. The trails that carved around the foothills went on for miles and miles, and some people said that they went all the way into the next state over. I was pretty skeptical about that, but they weren’t exaggerating when they said they went on for miles.

  For the last five years, I’d never found the end of a trail. Some of them looped back on themselves and brought me back to my car, but a good dozen just seemed to go forever. Looking at maps of the area didn’t reveal anything remarkable, but the rumors were that there used to be gold mines tucked way in the back. The trails were originally carved to confuse anyone who was trying to steal from the miners, but I couldn’t find any evidence of that either.

  What I really needed was some release. That heady and exhilarating rush. It had been a couple of weeks since I had hooked up with anyone, and with the constant in-and-out of the house by my roommates, I never had a chance to run a nice long bath and get some good climaxes in before the end of the day. I gave up on that and decided it was time to pick up hiking again. It had been a long enough time since I had last gone.

  Autumn was setting in, so I didn’t expect to run into any other hikers on my trip. Which was good. I couldn’t be bothered being intruded on in the wilderness as well as at home. I might just stab someone with my shovel.

  ***

  After hiking for a couple of miles, I was starting to feel pretty knackered. I decided to jump off the trail and pull out some snacks. It was late in the afternoon and the sun was starting to blaze the sky in an orange light. I bit into my apple and watched the clouds fly by, the wind occasionally kicking my hair up into my face. It was invigorating.

  I looked over the sunken valleys and hills and took in the sights. The dry air was calming too, not dirty with smog and smoke like the air back at home. Some people would argue with me that the woods and forests were the real treasures of the outdoors, but I was never convinced. To me, the sagebrush hills were my true calling.

  A movement caught my eye in the distance. Another hiker? I stood up and shielded my eyes from the glare of the sun, squinting to try and make out who might be there. It could be a trail ranger or someone just goofing off.

  It couldn’t be though. Even from hundreds of yards away, I could tell there was something off about the figure. It was too tall and lanky. Something strange about its proportions. While I stared, a sense of dread filled my chest and my throat tightened. It turned to look toward my direction and I dove to the ground, kicking up a small cloud of dust as my elbows scraped against the dirt. I breathed silently, trying to catch my brea
th.

  Whatever it was, I didn’t want it to see me. It made me uncomfortable. Not only that, but frustrated. What was going on? I stared up through the sage brush and could barely see the outline of it against the sun. It moved away and disappeared over the curving horizon. I sighed heavily and pushed myself back up to my feet.

  Should I go back home? Give up this whole idea? It couldn’t have been anything stranger than a really tall hiker, but a small voice told me otherwise. I gulped and looked at my apple. Covered in dirt and tiny pebbles from my panic attack. I groaned and threw the rest away.

  While I had an inkling to turn back, I also wanted to know more. If it was just a hiker doing some rounds, I didn’t have anything to worry about, did I? Someone who I could hook up with and part ways, like a dream. That would be awfully nice too.

  With that in mind to lift my spirits, I hiked onward. I cut across several trails and started following the figure. It had to have just gone over one of the hills, and it couldn’t have gone very far.

  As I crested a small slope, I was just able to see him from afar. The small speck in the distance moved quickly, but I traced its direction and made a mental note of where to go. The sun was low now, but I figured I could make it over the next couple hills before it got too dark to go on without being noticed.

  My heart raced and I knew it wasn’t from the climb, but excitement.

  ***

  I crested another hill and spotted the tall hiker moving into a valley just out of sight. Despite not being able to see where it went, I noticed a gentle glow against the darkening horizon where it had moved. A camp?

  My heart sank. That meant he probably wasn’t alone. I thought hard about what to do next. I shrugged my backpack off and took a breather.

  Maybe it was one of the abandoned mines people always kept talking about? I scratched my shoulder and rolled my neck. It had to be a mine.

  I hoisted my pack onto my shoulders and continued on. It would only take a couple more minutes before I could see right into the encampment, if that’s what it was.

  ***

  As I came to the summit of the hill over looking the valley the hiker had vanished into, I dropped to my hands and knees to crawl and peer over the top. I left my backpack forlorn and lifted my head up to get a good look.

  Torches blazed all around the small camp. Several huts were angled toward a small mine shaft entrance, complete with a pair of small and thin looking rail that disappeared into the mouth of the cave. The hiker wasn’t alone, but he also wasn’t... human. From my vantage point and with the light, I finally got a better look at what I had been following the whole time. The sight both excited me and disturbed me.

  Strange nine foot tall creatures moved between the buildings. Their arms were ghastly pale and long, dragging past their knees. They were hairless from what I could tell, and mostly naked. The only word that immediately came to mind was “trolls,” but that seemed disingenuous somehow. Too easy to categorize them like that. They talked with one another in english, but with an accent and speed that I could hardly follow. Not that I could really hear them very distinctly, but their voices did echo through the valley up to me.

  I couldn’t tell which one I had been following, but there must have been at least five of the creatures just loitering outside. I didn’t know if there were more. I pulled out my notebook and took some notes down. I stared up at the sky and tried to discern how far I’d come. Why had I left my phone back in the car?

  Oh yeah, I was out here to try and get some release. Things certainly had changed since I left the trail to follow a stranger.

  I should have been scared, maybe even upset, but I was just impressed more than anything. I watched the monsters walk around and tend to some chores, oblivious to me. It was getting late, so I pulled my sleeping bag out of my pack. There was no way I was going anywhere else though. I had to keep notes. I wished I could take pictures, just for proof.

  I laid out my sleeping bag and rested it against the brush. I figured I could at least stay the night, maybe pleasure myself anyway, then hike home. The excitement of being so close, coupled with the idea of getting caught, kind of made it more exciting.

  Maybe the problem at home wasn’t my roommates catching me, but that I wanted someone else to.

  ***

  The hours went on, but between taking notes and marveling at the creatures, it felt like no time at all. I wiggled inside my sleeping bag, and turned over to lay on my stomach. I started drawing little doodles of the trolls moving around the village. I was a passable artist, but no one was getting taxonomy information from the drawings though.

  I shivered as a cold wind cruised across the hills and dove over me into the valley. The trolls angled their heads to look up at the wind, paying it a special kind of attention. I swore one made eye contact with me and my heart froze. I didn’t dare move, lest I prove I was something to investigate. After a moment, it looked away and I breathed normally again.

  As more of the creatures started to turn into their huts and snuff out the torches, I decided it was time for me to have a little bit of fun with myself. I’d be damned if I came all this way just to sleep in a bag and go home with nothing but crazy stories. No, I needed the release, and I was going to get it.

  I slipped my arms into the sleeping bag and cradled them between my thighs. The chilled air had really gotten to them, and I needed a bit of warming up before the getting started. After thawing my fingers, I dragged them lazily under my panties and teased myself a little. I stared up into the night sky and imagined a man fucking me.

  No, not a man, but a monster. I didn’t stop my mind from wandering where ever it wanted when I was in the thick of it, what good was it? Fighting it would only make it worse.

  In the fantasy, the monster was towering over me, his bare skin hot against mine. I imagined him probing me with his fingers before taking my breasts up and sucking on them, instinctually. I moaned softly to myself, as I touched my clit and brought the hungry beast alive again. I made short work of my cravings, only imagining the strong monster shoving my panties aside and pushing his cock into me. I yelped a little as I climaxed, clasping my hand over my mouth and trying to shut myself up. I couldn’t get caught now, not with my pants down like this.

  A rustle in the brush nearby caught my attention and I turned to see one of the creatures standing nearby. He held a large spear and gestured for me to get up.

  “I thought I saw something up here.” I strained to decipher what he said, his tone so fast it ran his words into each other. He stepped forward and poked me through the bag with his spear, scaring me more than anything. “Get up.”

  I shook my head. “Get away from me!” The troll poked me again.

  I slipped my panties back on as discreetly as possible and unzipped the bag. I didn’t know what else to do. My heart was racing and I could barely see in the darkness, but I knew he wasn’t kidding around. I climbed out of the bag and was exposed to him, just my hiking shirt and panties.

  His eyebrows raised. “A female? I thought so as well. You were following me.”

  I squinted as if that would make it easier to see. “You were the hiker.”

  “Hiker?” He shrugged at the word. “Come with me.”

  “What if I don’t?”

  “I’m not asking.”

  ***

  I obeyed his orders. I felt a sense of shame almost, getting caught like that, but he didn’t seem to care. We descended down the hill into the valley. In the village, all the torches had been snuffed out hours ago, but a couple of them were still smoking.

  He followed closely behind me, jabbing my back whenever I dawdled longer than he wanted me to. I couldn’t shake the sensation I was dreaming, that I must’ve dozed off after my little session. But the jabs from his spear were all too real. If I was dreaming, I surely would have woken up by now.

  I couldn’t believe I wasn’t more scared. I should have been quaking in my hiking boots, but I was as calm as ever. Maybe it
was because I got the sense from him he wasn’t going to really hurt me, but... how could I be sure? Maybe it was because of my fantasy, and how closely he had shown up afterwards. I almost wanted to... fulfill it.

  He brought me to the largest hut in the village. None of them were particularly impressive looking, appearing to be made from some kind of adobe. While the smaller ones had open doorways, the large one had a wooden door. Huge and circular, but not actually tall enough for the trolls to climb through without ducking down. He stepped past me and rapped on the door with his spear, a quick three-beat knock.

  The large door sprang open, pulling back into the house and sliding aside like a giant lock. I gulped as he pushed me inside.

  The hut was decorated much nicer than I had expected. Golden artifacts littered the small tables and walls of the home, and a large foyer extended into a living room. It almost looked... human.

  The troll jabbed me and led me into an adjoining room, where two other large trolls were waiting for me. They seemed bigger than the ones I had watched wandering around during the evening. Were they inside the whole time?

  The largest one was dressed. While the one with the spear wasn’t. The dress was a combination of wood and golden casings, not quite human, but a passable attempt.

  “Rikul, what is the meaning of this?” The largest one said.

  “Sire, I bring the watcher.”

  The largest one rolled his tongue in his mouth. “I see. Another voyeur come to steal our gold?”

  I shook my head, interjecting. “No! I’m not here for any gold.”

  “Silence!” Rikul said, swatting me with his spear. “When Xierzes is speaking you will obey.” I cowered and tried to hide my head.

  Xierzes shook his head and clicked his tongue. “Now, now, that is no way to treat our guest.” He held out his hand. Rikul squeezed his spear a bit tighter.