Ravaged 2: A Monster Box Set of 8 Erotic Tales

by Simone Beatrix

  “Hello, Scarlet. We’ve been expecting you.”

  The second alien seemed to admonish him, but his face showed no sign of it. “Lex, don’t tease her. We haven’t been waiting for her specifically, but she’ll do quite nicely.”

  I stared back at them, trying to come to up with an idea. Something I could say. I didn’t have anything to offer them... did I? My heart raced and I could hear my blood pounding in my ear drums. “What do you want? What are you going to do to me? Am I going to die?”

  Lex grinned, but it seemed false, as if he had done it for my benefit. “You won’t die. Experiments, you could say.”

  My mind whirled. “Experiments. What kind of experiments?” My anxiety quelled a little at the idea of not dying. I thought of the tv specials. “Sexual experiments?”

  “Rex, should we tell her?” Lex said, turning away from me.

  They started speaking in a language I couldn’t understand. The inner voice vanished from my mind as they talked to each other. I tested the limits of my bonds, tugging on the straps while they were distracted and fighting. At least, they seemed to be bickering, but their eyes would flick back to me every once in a while — as if they grew distracted or lost in thought. I stared at their bodies now that I had grown used to the light. Strange and hairless, slightly humanlike, but also monstrous. Naked too.

  As they argued, I saw something change in both of them. Their bodies shimmered and wrinkled like unwrapped candy, before large organs I could only call dicks emerged from their waists. I stared at them, watching them grow harder and twitch. Their distracted stares at me grew longer and hungrier, and the idea of what their experiments would involve started to dawn on me.

  “You’re going to fuck me,” I said, breaking their conversation.

  They stopped talking and turned to me. “Fuck you?” Lex said.

  “Yeah. Fuck me raw, like on the tv shows.”

  Lex seemed confused, but he thought about it. He stroked his cock in a familiar motion, and that twinge of humanity struck a chord deep in me, one I didn’t even know I had. I felt something spark in my chest, making me grow hot and flustered in the face. I averted my eyes from Lex and he seemed to understand what I meant. “Fuck,” he repeated. “Yes.”

  I shivered as the word left his mouth. He leaned over me and stared into my eyes, his black-pitted eyes refusing to reveal any emotion. Lex climbed on top of me. His knees pushed up against my sides, and he fondled my breasts through the binding straps. I writhed with my legs, trying to touch him as I felt my intense desire rising even more than I thought it would. He leaned closer to me and touched his face to mine, a kind of strange alien kiss ensued. I let my lips linger on his face as he pulled away, and started undoing the straps holding my chest down.

  While Lex was having his way with me and pinning me down with his body, Rex had moved up between my legs. The table ended right after my ass, and he had easy access to my pussy. I only noticed how hot and wet I was when his breath curled around my thighs, my desire so incensed I could barely think straight.

  “Lex,” I whispered. He finished unbuckling my strap and I curled my hand around the back of his head and brought him close again. His hard cock probed my belly, its throbbing head teasing me with his warmth. Rex lowered himself between my legs and I felt a familiar cold sensation jolt me. I tried to stare past Lex and see what the other alien was doing, but my view was blocked.

  A gentle vibrating started buzzing in the room. Then, waves of euphoria enveloped me as Rex glided the vibrator against my pussy, with a kind of logic I couldn’t wrap my head around. He would drag it up and down with a precise speed, then slowly tease it into my pussy. I groaned and lashed out, but Lex held me down. He took the opportunity to suck on my tits, taking each breast in hand and kneading the nipple with his tongue. I exhaled and tried to catch my breath, but it was all too much. My head was spinning and my vision felt like it was going.

  Rex started another motor up and dragged the cold metal against my flesh again. I moaned and bit my lip as he slipped one of the devices into my pussy. I felt my body clench it and hold on, without any control of my own. I screamed out into the room and Lex sucked on my nipples harder, eliciting even more excitement from me. Rex pushed the second device against my clit and held it there, I don’t know for how long — I lost track of time. Waves and waves of warmth and pleasure washed over me, until I felt like I was going to drown, suffocate or lose myself in them. How could my body contain so much pleasure?

  “Another experiment on a human proves their receptiveness to these devices,” Rex said suddenly. I don’t know why he said it so I could understand him. For my benefit? Lex nodded and turned to face me again. He squeezed my cheeks with his surprisingly powerful fingers and looked at me with a hard expression. I clenched my jaw and fought off his grip, but Rex’s toys made me lose my will.

  When I regained my composure, Lex had shifted to my chest and his cock was placed against my mouth. I shook my head to regain my bearings and a bit of dew fell from the tip of his cock into my mouth. It tasted like alcohol — an intoxicating rush. I slipped my lips over his cock and sucked on it as hard as I could from my locked position, and he groaned and writhed in a way that was all too familiar. I bucked against Rex’s fingers and toys as I sucked on Lex’s cock, too enamored with the taste and experience to let shame get in the way.

  Lex thrust his hips toward me and I fought hard to not choke on his cock. It slammed into the back of my throat and I coughed, forcing him out. I sucked down the remains of his liquid pleasure and stifled my tears, then I allowed him back. He slipped between my lips more slowly this time, having learned his lesson.

  Rex turned the toys off and dropped them on a small metal platter. Rex stood up and then I felt the hard prick of his cock rest against my inviting pussy. I squeezed my legs together, locking my ankles behind his waist. He let out a strange noise which I took as a laugh and then readjusted himself. His cock threaded me like a perfect needle. I bucked against the table and briefly forgot about my duty to suck on Lex’s cock, releasing him from my mouth and letting out a hearty and long moan.

  Rex’s speed was slow, but picked up as he attuned to my body. His hands grasped my knees and he started to pound me faster. I desperately wanted to throw Lex off so I could stare into the eyes of the beast that was screwing me, but he didn’t budge. Part of me was glad, I liked the feeling of being dominated. Lex fondled and cupped my breasts again, matching the pace of Rex so he didn’t misalign us. I couldn’t believe the kind of boiling energy that was bubbling inside of me. Just from the idea of the two aliens getting their rocks off, it made me blush redder than if I had been caught naked in public. I screamed and howled as the intense knot in my stomach tightened, like something was going to snap inside me. I knew what that feeling was, and I focused on it with all my willpower.

  Rex started moaning, human-like, and it only pushed me closer to the edge I needed to reach. I screamed again as I felt Rex’s strange cock pump and throb inside me, quivering and twitching to the beat of our hearts. I sighed as the wave of pleasure passed over me, but Lex didn’t seem as amused.

  “What are you doing?” he yelled. He climbed off of me and gave Rex an angry scowl. They began arguing in their native language again, but I could tell it had to do with Rex’s climax. He had done something that wasn’t planned, something forbidden. Something very, very wrong.

  My euphoric afterglow was replaced with an intense rush as I thought about how illicit it might have been for him to finish inside me. I thought about how much I wanted Lex to do it too. Our time wasn’t over yet, was it?

  They stopped bickering and turned to me. Rex hung his head.

  Lex explained, “Rex shouldn’t have completed the copulation. We still need to run some more tests... it wasn’t part of the experiment.”

  I felt my face burn and shook my head. “I liked it.”

  Lex seemed confused. “Liked it? You enjoyed it?”

  “Didn’t Rex?”
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  Lex turned and looked at his companion, and shrugged. “It wasn’t part of the experiment.”

  “Fuck the experiment,” I breathed. “Just get over here and fuck me again, you freaks.”

  “The experiment is to test your ability to tolerate pleasure.”

  “Well, lay it on me then. Nothing is hotter than you two caving in to your desires.”

  I didn’t think it would actually work, but as I finished my sentence, Lex obeyed. He moved between my legs and gripped his hard cock, giving Rex a look. I was hot and ready for the monster, raring up from the wrongness of it. ‘Experiment,’ like I cared about that.

  Lex bobbed his cock against my clit and I felt a fire inside my stomach again. I lifted my arms despite my restraints and screamed as Lex buried his cock deep inside me. Vertigo gripped me as he started to groan, before he began to pound me. I rocked against the metal table uselessly, too overwhelmed to even concentrate on what was happening.

  Lex pounded me like it was his only goal in life. I never experienced such a heady giddiness from someone fucking me until that day. The strange creature gripped my hips aggressively, his teeth baring as he made me raw. I screamed and yelped as his cock withdrew and grazed my clit, then screamed again when he thrust all the way into me. I was so wet I was sure I’d left a puddle on the table.

  Finally, I recognized his strains of joy. I wrapped my legs around him and held him deep inside me, begging him to cum. I begged for his alien seed to fill me all the way up to the brim, and I prayed his partner’s same seed would mix and mingle together, forming something wholly different inside me. Something unique and special.

  I climaxed as Lex let loose inside me, his strained pounding slowing to a standstill. A bead of sweat dripped from my forehead and landed on the table, and I sighed in heavy contentment.

  As Lex withdrew from me, Rex grabbed my arm and jabbed a needle into it. I shrieked, and yelled at him. “What are you doing?”

  “The experiment is over, it was a success,” Rex explained. He pushed the plunger down and emptied the syringe into me. As the mysterious liquid emptied into my veins, I grew groggy and I passed out.

  ***

  I woke up fully dressed. I was sitting in my pickup truck, as if I had never left the driver’s seat.

  Daylight streamed through the windows, and I could hear a couple of birds chirping outside in the trees. I groaned and held my head. Had I dreamed it all up?

  I looked down and found my phone in my lap. The blanket I was wearing out on the trail was draped around my shoulders.

  A throbbing pain flared up as my grogginess cleared. My insides felt raw. That was sign enough that I hadn’t dreamed it all — I had been abducted and fucked by aliens.

  But did that mean they had actually finished in me too? Would I grow pregnant with their extraterrestrial spawn? I couldn’t know.

  I groaned when I realized that I was stuck in my car again. All that hiking for nothing. I’d have to go back out and try to make the phone call again.

  My keys dangled in the ignition, which wasn’t where I left them. On a whim, I turned the key and the truck flared into life, more eager than ever before. I couldn’t help but laugh — the aliens must’ve fixed my car.

  It was the least they could do after everything though.

  I smiled and put the car into drive. I was going to be a bit late getting to Becky’s place, but I’m sure she’d never heard an excuse like mine before.

  Demon’s Kiss by Simone Beatrix

  It started with a voice.

  After my friend Christina came over and we fiddled with a ouija board, I started hearing the voice. At first I thought it was several voices, but as the days went by, I began to recognize it as only one. A male voice with slight edge to it.

  After I figured out it was a single voice, I started to recognize it more and more. It was indistinct at first, almost inaudible, like wind cascading off the roof. I started catching myself staring hard down unlit hallways and trying to figure out what was making the noise. Then, one night, it was louder. The breathy whisper following me throughout my house, unmistakably male, was starting to get to me.

  And it was growing more insistent, like it was annoyed. Frustrated that I was ignoring it.

  As it grew louder and more unnerving, I started to recognize the single word it kept repeating, “Stephanie. Stephanie. Stephanie.” I saw a doctor and they determined nothing was wrong with me, and I tried to leave it at that. I didn’t want to get any one else involved, so I kept it to myself. That voice echoing in my mind and throughout my house kept growing louder though, and as it grew louder, I grew more uneasy.

  I started to try ignoring it more blatantly. For every time I stopped to listen, it seemed to grow worse. With each passing attempt at getting my attention, I stopped listening, and the voice stopped growing feverish. That seemed to help for a while. Until one night everything changed for good.

  ***

  As I walked home from work, I noticed that my neighbor’s house lights were off, which was unusual. They were kind of shut-ins, so it was really strange to not see any one home. It was also unseasonably warm for an autumn night, which is why I figured the air felt different, off in some tiny way. I should have known something was wrong — very wrong.

  I stopped to listen for any movement in my house. The neighborhood had a string of break-ins recently, and with my neighbors gone, no one would have been around to watch my house. I hated coming home with the lights off, but I could never shake the habit of making sure everything was turned off or unplugged when I left the house.

  I unlocked my front door and went inside. I was sweaty and gross, and wanted to get out of my clothes as soon as possible, get a shower in, eat and maybe read for a little bit. That was on my agenda. Nothing unusual for a Thursday night.

  I hopped up my small staircase and went into the bathroom. I stripped down, throwing my filthy clothes into the laundry hamper. The voice called my name again, “Stephanie.”

  My ears twitched in response, but I ignored it. I felt weird though, like the voice had more gravity to it than it normally did. Maybe I was just getting used to it, I figured. I shrugged it off and closed the bathroom door.

  I turned the shower on and let the water get hot. After waiting for a couple of minutes, I tested the water and climbed in. I stood there for a while, just letting the warmth flow through me.

  I sighed. I let it soak my skin for a couple of minutes, thinking about my most recent date blunder. The date had gone horribly, and the dude didn’t seem to get it. He had tried to kiss me at my door, but I managed to brush him off and race inside. Just thinking about it made my cheeks burn with embarrassment.

  “Stephanie,” the voice called again. I jumped, nearly knocking my head against the shower faucet. It sounded like it was just outside the bathroom door — and it was loud. I had grown kind of accustomed to the voice over the last couple weeks, but it had never been so loud before.

  If it was trying to scare me, it was succeeding. I shut the water off. Shampoo was still lathered up in my hair when I wrapped the towel around me, water dripping all over the tile. I snuck up to the door and grabbed the handle. A pressure seemed to fight against my hand, as if someone was holding the other side. I froze up, staring into the wooden door and trying to listen hard for any sounds of movement. It had never been... so active before.

  After a couple of minutes, I gave up and let go of the handle. My heart had stopped beating so quickly, and I was started to just be annoyed. The shampoo in my hair was starting to thin and drip down onto my shoulders, so I needed to get back into the shower.

  ***

  After finishing up in the shower, I stepped back out and started to towel off. I kept my gaze fixated on the door, as if I were trying to catch it doing anything wrong. I wrapped a towel around my head and flung the door open to go to my room.

  A tall figure, shrouded in the darkness, was standing there.

  My heart sank like a rock through wat
er. My skin tensed. I gulped, backing slowly into the bathroom. I was naked and defenseless, and the last thing I needed was this.

  I stepped into a puddle of water and slipped, slamming my ass down on the tile floor. I yelped, more surprised than hurt and instinctively grabbed my mouth in horror, staring hard at the figure in the doorway.

  All of a sudden, a rush of wind blew past me, and I looked up from the ground. The creature moved closer to me, his footsteps steaming the wet floor, and his menacing red eyes were looking straight into me.

  “Oh God!” I screamed. I scrambled to my feet and pushed away from him as fast as I could. My back slammed into the edge of tub and I shivered. My skin crawled at the thought of him. He must have been at least two or three feet taller than me.

  He leaned far down to meet me, his face nearly touching mine. It appeared to be a man’s face, but there was something off about it, like it wasn’t quite real. His eyes met mine, and a sinister smile crept across his face. I almost could see through him, a weird smoky illusion of a face. Horns jutted up from his forehead, like a bull’s. I stared at him, wide-eyed.

  “Hello,” he said, his voice making my neck hair stand on end. It was the same voice that had been calling my name, that had been following me for weeks. I shuddered and tried to talk, but it was no good. Goosebumps covered my arms and legs. I felt a hot sensation when I was near him, almost as if his aura was drying my wet skin.

  “What — what do you want with me?” I asked.

  “I’ve been dying to meet you, it took every ounce of my strength to make this form,” he said slowly.

  “Who... what are you?”

  He took a step back from me, and crossed his arms. “I’m what you could call... a demon.”

  “A demon?”

  “Yes,” he said. His voice was cool and collected. I envied that, since my heart was beating at a million miles per hour. I looked around the bathroom for some kind of weapon, anything to protect me. I stared up at the towel bar as he continued.