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

by Jayme Knight

  She removed her ring that protected her from the elements and the dichotomy of the room hit her, coolness on her back and warmth on her bare breasts and thighs. It was a good feeling that she took every opportunity to take advantage of. Now that the weather turned cold Moira wore her ring so much that she missed the hot and cold of every day. She kicked off her boots and felt the naturally smooth wooden floor under her feet as she walked toward the brazier and felt the warmth intensify as she got closer. Her eyes grew heavy as she watched the flames dance hypnotically before her. She sat on the edge of the bed and sank into the soft mattress, it felt so good to be sitting on the soft surface of the bed. Moira laid back and sank into the mattress letting it cup her naked form and sleep took her.

  ***

  Moira woke the next day to the sound of someone, or something in the room with her. Her eyes fluttered open and it took her a moment for her to remember where she was. Her breath left her as she laid her beautiful blue eyes on an old gnarled looking man standing at the foot of the bed staring down at her with his stony grey eyes. He was tall and very thin with an ashen skin tone, gaunt sunken hawkish facial features that were framed by a long well kempt, greying mustache and beard. He was leaning on a cudgel that his long bony fingers held firmly in place to support him. His robes were a dingy and drab grey with darker grey runes embroidered along the trims.

  She wanted to scream but no sound came from her mouth, she sat there feeling her heart pound in her chest and panic racing in her mind. She waited for what the man was going to do to her just frozen in fear when he began to speak.

  “I mean you no harm. I am Rembert,” the old man said in a low gravely voice as he raised an eyebrow curiously at Moira. “I am the earth mother’s Hierophant, and I have come to…ready you for your entrance into her faith.”

  Moira felt the fear bleed away as she remembered where she was and she felt silly for thinking he was here to harm her in any way. Her shame became apparent as her skin flushed and she stood up to properly greet the man. “I am Moira.”

  “Of course you are.” Rembert said dryly as he looked the girl up and down. He was an old man long past his prime, but he still admired a beautiful young girl naked in her flower of youth. “I have watched over you for months while you were with the lizard people.”

  “Why were you watching me?” Moira said confused and not quite knowing how to take what he was telling her.

  “The earth mother chose you long before you chose her Moira,” Rembert said shifting his weight and turning slightly to face her where she stood. “I personally do not see the same thing she sees in you. All I see standing before me is a scared, skittish girl that will not amount to much of anything.”

  “Why would you say such a thing?” Moira asked as she stepped back from him almost feeling like she had been slapped in the face.

  “Because it is true,” Rembert said sternly narrowing his eyes at her. “The earth mother sees you as the wheat, the desired part that nourishes and feeds. I see you as the chaff, the part you just throw away. So what are you Moira? The wheat, or the chaff?”

  Moira could feel shame and anger growing inside of her as his words stung like a thorn buried deep into her. She did not know why he was attacking her character like this, she had done nothing to deserve it. She watched him just standing there looking smugly at her and she felt the anger within her grow. She felt her face burning with emotion as she took two steps toward him, and before she could stop herself her arm swung hard. She flinched as her open hand landed hard in a loud slap on the left side of the man’s face. She did not realize until that moment that she was holding her breath so she slowly let her breath out trying to subside some of the feelings within her. Her chest heaved with deep breathing, her hand stung with the force of her hit, and she looked at the reddening mark on Rembert’s left cheek she said. “I’m the wheat.”

  Rembert immediately stopped scowling and began laughing out loud as he rubbed his reddened cheek. “I can feel I was wrong. Maybe there is some wheat in you.”

  “How dare you insult me like that,” Moira said feeling shame that she hit him, but then she realized he had baited her into hitting him, he wanted to see if she had any spark in her.

  “You are quite right Moira,” Rembert said as he turned and started walking toward the stairwell leading out of the tree. “I should not have insulted you.”

  Moira began following him and her confusion grew. She did not know what to think of Rembert at all, he seemed to be quite random in his dealings and she was not used to that. Maybe he was touched with age, and his mind was leaving him. She had seen it before in old men in large cities, they were usually reduced to the life of a beggar as their mind could not support any other profession.

  As they neared the bottom of the stairs Moira could feel the cold seeping in from outside and she remembered that she had taken her ring off last night so she could feel normal in the room. She began to step back up the stairs to go get her ring when Rembert’s voice came from behind her.

  “Leave it,” Rembert said coldly. “You will not need it where you are going. Chaff or wheat Moira? Make a choice.”

  Moira turned to see the man motioning for her to follow him out into the cold. She would face this like she has faced everything else, and she will conquer it. She stepped down the stairs and followed him, watching as the door opened and a blast of frigid cold air cut into her. She wanted desperately to have her cloak, but it too was up the stairs behind her. She wanted desperately to cover her bare breasts and hold herself tight to try to conserve heat, but instead put her hands down by her side and walked out into the cold.

  The ground was intensely cold on her bare feet and the crisp winter frost crunched with every step she took, her skin covered in goose flesh and her nipples hardened as she began shivering. She followed Rembert to the opening that led under the tree and eyed it suspiciously as Rembert turned to face her.

  “What are we doing here?” Moira asked as her teeth began to chatter and the cold penetrated deeper into her. “There is a beast that lives in there.”

  “Not a beast.” Rembert said smiling slightly as he pointed toward the hole. “The spirit of the land.”

  “The earth mother said I would be sanctified by the spirit of the land, cleansed to my very core.” Moira said feeling fear creep into her heart.

  “Are you chaff or wheat?” Rembert said softly.

  “I…I’m wheat,” she said but she knew that her unsteadiness could be heard in her voice.

  “The spirit of the land will tell us for sure,” Rembert said remembering his own encounter with the spirit and shuddered at the thought. “It will dig into the very core of your mind and body to see if you are worthy. If you are, you will walk out of its lair a little more broken then before you went in, but you will be deemed worthy. If you do not walk out then you will feed the spirit as those that are not worthy are only good to return to the land.”

  Moira did not respond she walked past his hand and stood at the entrance to the hole that led into a tunnel under the tree. She summoned all of her courage and stepped down into the hole. The ground seemed softer, and warmer in the hole as she stepped further in she could feel her feet warming but the air around her was still bitter cold. She descended the steep path into the dark tunnel beneath the earth mother’s tree. The light from the entrance only penetrated a very short way into the hole, beyond that there was only inky blackness that seemed to envelope her with every step. She walked blindly with arms outstretched, hands feeling in the darkness to make sure that she did not walk into anything. There was a feeling of heaviness in the air down here causing anxiety to spring up in her, and she fought fear with every step into the darkness. The air steadily became warmer and moist forming a film on her skin that felt slick and oily to the touch. She had walked what seemed impossibly far beneath the tree, she could see nothing, hear nothing, feel nothing but the mossy ground beneath her feet. Her breathing became fast and labored, her heart began to race
as panic started to set in. She could not take the pressure of not knowing what was going to happen to her, she just wanted the spirit to do what it was going to do and be done with her. The moisture in the air became thicker coating her in a thick oily layer, and still she walked on gasping for breath that never seemed to quite fill her lungs, feeling her heart beat thunderously in her chest and temples.

  The sound of movement in the darkness ahead of her caused her to jump in fear and a small scream escaped her before she could stifle it. Moira clinched her eyes shut and pushed her fear down enough to utter a few strangled words. “Who is there?”

  Moira sucked in a sharp breath and choked back a scream as she stiffened with fear when she felt hot breath on her left shoulder and a low grumbling voice that was little more than a cacophony of sounds in her ear.

  “Names are for humans, and are beneath me. I am the ground on which you walk,” the spirit of the land whispered to her. “I am the water that you drink, I am the food that you eat, and I am the air that you breathe.”

  “I have come to be sanctified, I wish to serve the earth mother,” Moira uttered shaking in fear as the disembodied voice whispered to her, it penetrated to her very soul and brought out a more primal fear. She spread her arms out wide and stood tall as she fought through the terror in her heart to push out the words that needed to be said. “Do with me as you please I am a willing servant.”

  Moira waited for a response and then she felt its response as something touched her outstretched arms. Something long, thin and not unlike the vines that grabbed her yesterday began coiling around her wrists and tightened down. As the vines began to pull her up and off of the mossy ground she felt momentarily panicked and tried to pull away. Something in her hoped the slick oily liquid that coated her would help her but it did not seem to hinder them at all they seemed to grip right through it. She felt pressure on her wrists and shoulders almost a painful pressure as she was lifted, and then she began to sway as she hung in the darkness. There was a certain familiarity to this, the lizard king had many times hung her just like this, and ravaged her for hours. She sank back in her thoughts of those days and felt a familiar heaviness between her thighs, and her nipples hardened at her thoughts.

  Dozens more of the vine like strands of all different sizes began to touch her naked flesh as she hung helpless in the dark. Gently they skimmed her skin causing goose flesh to rise, tentatively they brushed her thighs and breasts sending jolts of pleasure through her. She felt ashamed at the pleasure she was getting from the vines touching her, but pushed that feeling way down, she could not show anything that could be perceived as weakness. She felt several of the vines coil around her slender thighs and waist holding her in place, several more coiled around her ankles and began pulling her legs apart. Her natural reaction was to fight it but she knew she could not, so Moira willingly let her legs be pulled apart. The vines pulled her legs as far apart as they could, only stopping when Moira began to gasp slightly in pain at being stretched so far.

  Moira felt like she might split in two if they went any farther, she was being held in midair by the vines, arms stretched out and wide above her, and legs pulled out wide, open for the spirit to do as it wished. She felt some of the smaller finer tendrils trace along her body and then down between her legs causing her to gasp in pleasure as they fluttered and gently pulled at her lower lips. She had no idea what was going on but she wanted more, she wanted anything that felt this good to never end. She could feel more of the tendrils creep down her back and traced over her buttocks gripping as they went and they pulled her ass cheeks further apart exposing her puckered ass. The smaller, softer fine tendrils between her thighs playfully pulled her delicate pussy lips apart, exposed her engorged clit. They began encircling it and gently squeezing it, and rubbing it sending jolts of pure pleasure all through her.

  Moira’s senses were overwhelmed with pleasure and still more of the vines came to touch her weaving up her rounded stomach and then snaking between her milk engorged breasts. They encircled and squeezed her breasts with the tips of the vines gently encircling her hardened nipples and squeezing them almost to the brink of pain. She felt tendrils and vines touching, squeezing, rubbing, and holding her everywhere, she was at its mercy and did not want it any other way. She began to feel large droplets of the oily liquid rain down on her again but this time centered more on her buttocks and breasts. She clinched as she felt tendrils brushing over her clit and tight ass hole, rubbing and squeezing her clit, rubbing and pushing gently at her puckered ass menacing to push inside of her. Moira did not want to, but could not help moaning out loud as the mass of vines and tendrils explored and touched every inch of her. She could see nothing and that intensified what she was feeling, it ushered her along and pushed her closer to the release that was awaiting her.

  Moira once again was startled by something touching her in the darkness. A larger thick, heavy tendril brushed along her cheek, rubbing in the oily liquid that covered her face as it slid toward her mouth. She instinctively closed her mouth in fear of what it might be. In response to her resistance several small tendrils slithered along her cheeks, pried between her lips, hooked in her teeth, and forced her mouth open. She could feel the thick tendril push into her mouth, it was not what she had expected, it was soft and fleshy in her mouth, and stretched her lips wide with its girth. She could feel another of the large fleshy tendrils slide up her inner thigh leaving a trail in the oily film on her skin before it came to stop at the gaping entrance to her pussy, and a third fleshy tendril slithered down her back between her ass cheeks and pressed against her well-oiled exposed pucker.

  Moira wanted to beg it to be merciful but her mouth was filled with its fleshy vine and it began forcing deeper poking at her throat. In one intense pleasure pain juxtaposed mind blowing moment both of the lower fleshy vines buried themselves in her splayed pussy and exposed ass. The fleshy vine in her mouth pushed deeper causing her to gag momentarily before it pushed deep into her throat. She could feel the fleshy vines invading her mouth, pussy and ass all at the same time, pushing her to the brink of ecstasy. She felt all of the vines undulating in all of her holes pushing deeper expanding and contracting as they pushed into her filling her completely. If it was not enough to be filled and stretched so completely she also had all of the smaller finer tendrils that squeezed and fondled her skin all over pushing her over the edge. Moira felt like something inside of her burst as her body shuddered in the most explosive orgasm she had ever felt. Her body shuddered, convulsed almost to the point of pain as wave after wave of her orgasm crashed into her, hitting her like a charging bull. She lost all sense of what was happening to her until the fleshy vine in her mouth undulated several times more and then she felt something squirt deep in her throat. She felt the vine spasm in her mouth and throat as it gushed its hot liquid into her. It quickly withdrew from her mouth making her choke as the fluid it was spurting filled her mouth to overflowing and gushed in huge gouts all over her face and breasts. Moira fought to swallow the hot, bitter/sweet liquid that filled her mouth. She reeled as she felt the vines buried deep in her pussy and ass begin to swell making her cry out in pleasure as they loosed hot jets of their liquid deep into her. She could feel every tendril on her body flexing and releasing with every spurt of the spirits fleshy vines filling her insides with its release.

  Moira could feel the last waves of her orgasm lapping at her inside as the vines lowered her to the moss covered ground and planted her on her knees as it pushed her head down into the moss. She wanted to get up but the vines held her there while the fleshy members in her ass and pussy began pushing in and out of her again. Moira tried to push up and the vines pushed her head down harder holding her firmly down. The smaller tendrils squeezed and stroked her clit and breasts making her gasp as her excitement grew once more filling her with pleasure. She loved being dominated and she was sure this being knew her inner most desires. She cried out in pleasure as the tendril in her pussy pushed to her deepe
st depths filling her completely, and as it pulled out of her the tendril in her ass pushed deep into her filling her tight ass stretching her hard and to the point of pain. The fleshy tendrils worked in chorus plunging in and out of her as the smaller tendrils manipulated her clit and nipples coaxing her ever deeper into ecstasy.

  “Take me spirit,” Moira cried out as she bucked back onto its fleshy members buried deep in her. “Make me your servant.”

  The spirits hot breath billowed onto her right cheek as it whispered in her ear.

  “I knew you would flourish here in my lair,” the spirit panted as it used her to satisfy its mortal desires with her human body. “I could see the depraved little flame inside of you that wanted this. I could feel the hunger inside of you that needed this like food to a starving man.”

  “Yes, spirit I need this,” Moira cried with shame lacing every word as it came from her. “I need you to take me and use me like the wretch that I am.”

  Moira gasped and cried out as the fleshy vines hammered in and out of her hard and fast pushing her ever closer to the precipice of her desire.

  “More, spirit,” Moira begged as she felt the smaller tendrils that were stroking her clit begin to rub harder and faster, she felt the vines encircling her breasts tighten causing them to leak milk with their pressure. She felt the fleshy vines begin to swell stretching her even further as they pummeled into her tight pink holes. “Yes spirit take me like that, harder, and deeper. Fuck me, harder and deeper. Punish me. Punish me spirit! Please, punish me hard!”