Captured Collection: Books 1, 2 & 3 (Monster erotica bundle)

by Jayme Knight

  Moira was letting out low moans and had built up heat within her and she wanted to release that tension. The hand maidens stopped touching her and Moira looked in surprise to see the maidens pull bundles of hemp rope from the baskets.

  “What are you going to do to me?” Moira asked already knowing the answer.

  Illia her head maiden spoke up, “Mistress you are to be bound, and then positioned for the King.”

  “I… I understand,” Moira responded feeling more and more unsettled, “is this common practice for the King to take his prize in front of the whole town?”

  “It is,” Illia answered with a concerned look and she leaned in close to whisper, “Mistress I wish it was not so, and I am sorry we must do this to you.”

  “What must you do?” Moira asked with fear mounting in her, “Illia? What are you going to do?”

  Two of the maidens grabbed Moira’s arms and held her still easily overpowering her, and Illia pulled the necklace that allowed Moira to communicate from around her neck. Moira struggled against the women but found it was futile the women had her in a solid grip. Moira’s fear was compounded as she could no longer understand what was being said and the maidens started to secure her hands with rope. They finished tying Moira’s hands tightly in front of her Moira struggled at first but then realized this was her place now and let them tie her into a fetal position with her knees up tight to her chest.

  Before she could say anything more one of the other maidens forced a cloth in her mouth, and tied it in place with another long strip of cloth. Moira could gain no leverage to struggle in the way they tied her and when they were done they left her on her back beside the statue in the middle of the cobbled stone circle. She did not want the town to watch her virginity taken from her; she wanted it to be an experience shared between two people.

  The maidens went around to each of the braziers and built fires in them. They returned to Moira and lifted her up to the top of the statue and laid her on the top of it. Moira thought she was going to fall but she didn’t, the statue seemed to balance her well in the position she was tied in. Her bottom half was fully accessible and with her knees drawn up tight to her breasts it left her lower lips, and puckered ass fully exposed. Illia oiled her up again paying special attention to her pussy and ass, stoking the fire within her again, Moira tried not to feel the pleasure but with every touch of Illia’s oily hands she wanted more. There was something within her that liked the feeling of being tied up and on display, there was something in her that liked being helpless. Then there was no one touching her and the hand maidens quickly cleared the area.

  The sound of drums started echoing through the town as Moira lay exposed on the stone statue waiting for what would come next. Lizard people began to show up at the circle taking seats on the benches and when those were full they sat on the ground anywhere in the stone circle. The sounds of drums got closer and closer and soon the stone circle was filled with lizard people. At one point all Moira could hear was the drums and embarrassment filled her as tears began streaming down her cheeks. Then all was silent no drums no talking, no sounds of movement, and then the crowd began to part forming a path through them.

  A lizard man of enormous stature began making his way to the middle of the circle. This had to be the King, he stood a full head taller than all the other men, he was heavily muscled, flanges with thick spines formed neat rows on his head with folds of scaled skin running from flange to flange, and a handsome face that betrayed his non-human lineage. His every movement sent muscles rippling through his form, his raw power was intoxicating. Moira was transfixed on his every movement and she found her gaze running over him from head to toe lingering between his sculpted thighs. His cock seemed large even in its flaccid state and this made her twinge deep inside. Pangs of heat sparked between her legs as she watched knowing what was going to happen to her, a heaviness set in and she could feel tension building within her again.

  The King stalked to the middle of the circle and stood above her balanced on the top of the statue, her moist slit was right in line with his waist and just the right height to be taken at any time. His deep amber colored eyes locked onto hers and his pupils narrowed to thin slivers as he stared intently at her. He bowed placing his nose only inches from her lower lips and breathed in deeply through his nose and then bolting straight up right hissing into the sky. Moira felt a sudden jolt of fear at the sight of him but then her eyes strayed back to his cock and it was fully erect and pointing straight at her. It was bigger than any she had seen and thick with veins running its length under the scaled surface. He reached to her face causing her to flinch as he ripped the gag from her mouth. Moira stared at him saying nothing. She admired his face handsome with scars from battle and a thick squared jaw that commanded respect.

  She did not know what he was waiting for so she spoke, “My king I…..”

  Moira was shocked as he flexed the flanges on his head pulling tight the folds of skin like a sail on a ship. He lunged forward his face directly in front of hers, hissing as he shoved his massive cock forward its head forcing its way into her tight virgin pussy. Blinding pain shot through her as his cock pushed deeper and deeper. She felt like he was ripping her apart from the inside and then his hips hit her ass cheeks and he stopped. Moira cried out loud at the pain within her, she strained against the ropes feeling them biting into her tender flesh as tears streamed down her face. She felt him slide out of her until only the tip of his cock was in her allowing her some reprieve from the pressure of his massive cock, and then he forced it back into her all the way to the hilt.

  “OHHHH, MY KING!!!!” Moira screamed, “IT’S TOO….”

  Moira’s words were cut off by a jolt of pain and pleasure as he quickly pulled out and rammed back into her. The king slid his cock out slowly letting her tightness cling to him as he pulled out. Moira could feel every neat row of scales on his cock as he withdrew. She started to feel the heat building within her again and the pain of his cock thrusting deep within her was dissipating and being replaced with sparks of pleasure. Even the ropes holding her and cutting into her soft skin seemed to hurt less as the pleasure from deep in her was taking over. She could feel him thrust into her harder and harder, his groans primal and deep, his hips hammering into her ass cheeks with increasing speed and intensity. Without warning he pushed her hard to one side and she started to tip off balance. Moira did not know she was falling right away it took a couple seconds for it to register, but she was tied and there was nothing she could do except hope she landed safe. The world started spinning for Moira and then she hit the cobbled stone with a dull thud. Pain erupted all through her body as she lay tied and helpless on the ground.

  She could feel strong hands gripping her and roughly pushing her onto her knees and the crown of her head resting on the ground. Her hands bound in tight to the sides of her legs. Moira could feel someone close to her and then scaled skin rubbed against hers all along her back. Huge scaled hands came to rest on either side of her head, hot moist breath on the nape of her neck, and the huge head of his cock came to poke just barely between her pussy lips. She felt deep pulses of excitement inside at the thought of his cock filling her again. Her breathing became haggard with excitement and then he drove his cock home. Pain filled her at first causing her to howl as he sank deep into her spread pussy from behind. She could hear his heavy moaning start to deepen and his breath was hot on her back and neck as he pumped feverishly in and out of her. Every thrust built more excitement deep inside of her bringing her closer to release. Moira was moaning loud as each thrust pounded into her, she had no idea it could feel so good being so completely helpless. She started to shake and convulse on his massive cock and her orgasm rocked her causing her to moan uncontrollably. She strained hard on the ropes and they bit further into her already tortured flesh heightening her pleasure. Moira was deep in the thralls of her release when she heard a loud animalistic roar come from the King. His cock quivered inside her as it released
jets of hot liquid inside of her as he pumped hard into her several more times. She was reveling in the feeling of her pleasure mixed with his when an unbelievably piercing pain shot from her left shoulder causing her to scream. She could barely blink through the pain and tears in her eyes to see the King with his teeth sank deep into her shoulder, rivulets of crimson began to run from the wound down her tanned skin.

  Moira sat in shock as he released his bite and pulled his softening member from her. She sat staring at the wound for some time watching it bleed before she notice that someone was shaking her gently. Moira focused past the pain, past her shoulder to see Kalchia cutting the ropes that bound her. She could not move at first, her limbs were numb from being bound. Moira whimpered at the pain as blood started rushing back into her arms and legs, the feeling of pins and needles came causing her to cry out. She looked at the abrasions left from the ropes and felt the tenderness in her side where she fell on the stone. The pleasure was exquisite but in her mind she was weighing the cost of the pleasure with the havoc played out on her form. Kalchia placed the necklace back around her neck.

  “Let me help you,” Kalchia offered extending her hand to Moira, “please… let me help you Moira.”

  It was the first time Kalchia had called her by her name, and something inside of her needed that connection. Moira reached out and took the lizard woman’s hand feeling the cool scales on her warm flesh. Moira felt the strong woman pull her in to an embrace, her scaled skin rubbing on Moira’s soft tanned body their breasts meeting and nipples becoming erect. Moira just let Kalchia hold her for a while and it felt good to be held.

  “Come with me.” Kalchia whispered as she started to lead Moira to the edge of the stone circle and the path that led back to her home, “I will take care…..”

  The King’s deep voice interrupted her, “Where are you going with my concubine?”

  “My husband,” Kalchia said as she turned to face him and placed herself between the King and Moira, her head lowered not making eye contact, “I only seek to bind her wounds.”

  “She is not done yet,” He said through gritted teeth and dangerous eyes, “you can take her when we are done. I have promised my hunters the feel of human flesh as a reward for their efforts.”

  Moira tensed at the words knowing what he meant, she ached everywhere and did not think she could endure. She started to feel a bit of panic enter her when she heard Kalchia start to talk again.

  “My husband,” Kalchia said, “maybe it might be best to let her …”

  “I will decide what is best for her! Not you!” he screamed at her, and took a step toward her.

  Moira saw the movement and could not let this happen, not because of her. She quickly stepped in front between the two and dropped to her hands and knees. She lowered her head to the ground arching her back, offering herself, “I am ready my King.”

  Moira watched the King give a hand gesture to his men and they began to stalk in on her, just past them Kalchia could do nothing but watch and Moira locked gaze with her letting her know it was ok. Then she felt one of the warriors kneel behind her rubbing his meaty cock between her well-oiled ass cheeks. The warrior grabbed her ass hard and slid into her pussy from behind. She could feel his cock parting her lips and its scaled surface slowly slid deep into her. There was very little pain this time and just the feeling of being filled as he thrust over and over into her. She could hear the warrior was grunting from pleasure and exertion and Moira felt strong hands lace into her hair and pull her head up hard. She could not help crying out and her eyes opened to see another warrior kneeling in front of her, his member bobbing in her face. He gripped her hair harder making her cry out again and when she did he thrust his cock in her mouth. The taste was musky on her tongue as he slid deeper in her mouth and the other warrior continued to fuck her hard from behind moaning louder with each thrust. Moira tightened her lips on his cock feeling every scale on his shaft as it slid in and out of her mouth. The warrior fucking into her pussy picked up his pace letting out a long groan as his cock jerked inside of her releasing its load deep within her.

  The warrior that came pulled out of her, and was replaced by another warrior immediately. The warrior in her mouth started to groan loud as he thrust a bit deeper into her sucking mouth. It was not long before Moira felt the warrior in her mouth tense just before his cock let loose its seed splashing deep in her mouth. She fought to swallow it all but it started to spurt out the sides of her mouth around his softening member and ran down her chin.

  He was quickly replaced by another warrior, and many more waited in lines near her mouth and ass for their chance to have her. This scene played out over and over, as soon as one warrior came in her they were replaced by a fresh warrior. Moira lost count of how many times she shook and cried out with release. She lost count of the Lizard men that took her, and when finally the last one gripped her hips hard and came deep within her she collapsed face first on the stone. Her lips were numb from the friction of the meaty scaled cocks, and her pussy ached from the constant pounding it received. Yesterday she was a virgin and today she has known the touch of many men, she lay very still just letting her head wrap around the events that took place today. A gentle hand caressed her hair and Moira looked up with a start, to see Kalchia’s beautiful violet eyes staring back.

  Moira started to open her mouth to talk and Kalchia placed a slender finger across her lips hushing her and then slid her strong arms under Moira lifting her off of the ground. Moira wanted to rest her eyes and fought against it but then gave in resting her eyes for just and moment and unconsciousness took her.

  Moira’s eyes flickered open and she felt soft scaled hands on her and could hear a slight sound of chanting. She looked up to see Kalchia crouched over her chanting with a silver medallion in one hand and her other hand on the bite wound on her shoulder. The wound stung as her fingers rested on it and as her chanting came to an end a heat passed from Kalchia’s fingers into the wound closing it and healing the flesh leaving only a jagged thin pink scar.

  Moira’s eyes widened as she exclaimed, “You’re a Priestess.”

  “Yes Moira, I am a Priestess of the earth goddess.” Kalchia confessed, “The only one in our tribe.”

  Moira could not feel any aches or pain as she moved just tiredness, “You have healed me?”

  “Yes child, I have healed you,” Kalchia said with a smile, “some scars remain but the wounds are healed.”

  That day was devoted to resting and relaxing as the King had no time for them. He was preparing to leave again, the warm months were coming to an end and much food was still needed for the town. Kalchia advised her that the natural hot springs in this area kept the town warm through the cold months but the best hunting grounds were farther out and the cold winter prevented them from going there all year round. The King and his warriors left again the next day on the final hunting trip before the cold season and Moira and Kalchia went back to their usual routine.

  ***

  About two weeks later Moira started to have sickness every morning and her breasts had become tender and swollen. She sat looking at herself in Kalchia’s full length polished silver mirror and her breasts were no longer small, they had grown to more than a handful. Her mother was right, she was a late bloomer and was just coming into her womanhood. She was admiring her breasts from the side when a voice startled her.

  “What are you looking at Moira?” asked Kalchia in a soft voice.

  “Nothing,” she replied and then turned to look at Kalchia, “I mean I was thinking my breasts were bigger, and they are tender to the touch.”

  Kalchia looked her up and down and asked, “Have you been ill again today?”

  “Yes.” she replied.

  “Lie down on my bed and let me have a look at you.” Kalchia offered.

  Moira walked over to the large bed at the back of the room and laid down on it. This was a strange feeling like she was doing something wrong. She watched Kalchia walk over to her and
lay a hand on her stomach and began to chant. When the chanting ended Kalchia looked at her and smiled.

  “You are with child.” Kalchia informed her.

  Moira just laid there staring at her wondering if she had heard right. She had a lizard child growing in her. Now what was she going to do? Life just got more complicated.

  THE END

  CAPTURED 2: The Queen and the Concubine

  © Copyright 2013 Jayme Knight

  All rights reserved.

  This story contains sexually explicit material, and themes. All characters depicted in sexual situations are over 18 years of age and not of blood relation. The characters and situations depicted within are fictitious and do not represent any person alive or dead.

  It had been over a week since Moira found out she was pregnant and she was still lost. She had tried to accept it as reality but it was a difficult bit of information for her to digest. She spent most days wandering around town lost in her thoughts and most nights just sitting and talking with her hand maidens. Kalchia has been busy making sure the town was in order and the King would be back in a few days, she would have to tell him that she was pregnant and she did not know how it would be received. She was afraid to ask Kalchia for fear that the answer might be that the King did not want a pregnant concubine and this would leave her as a prisoner in that cell again.