Vanessa saw the two men from her hammock and immediately felt overcome by an intense desire radiating through her body. She felt like the way she felt in her dream, of desire that overtook her body and her mind. She couldn’t sit on the hammock anymore because her pussy was swollen and throbbing, so she went into her room in the hopes of cooling herself down. She was not able to understand why her body was behaving like that, as if it was not her own but as if it was dancing to someone else’s tune.
That night John and his colleagues were going to work all night on the deck since they had lost most of the morning to the rains. Vanessa too went to bed early. She was feeling very drowsy since evening and attributed it to the humid weather. Vanessa locked the door to the cabin and went to sleep. She was not sure how long she had been sleeping but suddenly she was jolted awake again by the sound of wolf howls in the distance. Vanessa tried to listen for any other sound and up on the deck she could hear the faint voice of John. Thinking the wolf howls were just a part of a dream brought on by the tales of Chochmo, Vanessa was about to close her eyes again, when she heard a sound in her room. She sat up now and turned on the bed stand lamp and with the light illuminating the room, Vanessa was shocked to see that the two young men that had alighted their boat that day standing in front of her bed. She gasped and pulled the blanket up toward her chest.
“How did they get in?” she thought.
Vanessa wanted to shout but found herself unable to do so and then she saw something that she would never have believed to be true if she heard it from someone else. She saw in front of her eyes that those two men slowly but surely transformed into the beasts that she had seen in the temple and the ones that had invaded her dream the night before.
The beasts stood in front of her. They didn’t say anything but had that same smirk on their faces like they had in the dream. Vanessa found herself unable to say or do anything, the beasts slowly walked towards her and carefully took off their loin cloths and now Vanessa remembered how she felt in the dream when she had seen those enormous cocks. She immediately forgot all her fear and apprehensions; what she wanted at the moment was to have those cocks in her mouth and in her throbbing cunt. She remembered nothing else, she felt nothing else.
The creatures slowly came to the bed and one of them came upon Vanessa who was sitting now and tore off the flimsy night dress that she was wearing and threw it on the ground. He then growled and took hold of both of her legs. He again shifted back into the form of a finely chiseled male human form and thrust his pulsating cock deep inside her. Vanessa felt full; she almost could not breathe from the heavy thrusts that followed. She looked at the other creature and saw that he was rubbing his own cock and slowly came up to Vanessa, shifted back into human form with bulging pecs and a strong jaw lie and thrust his cock deep inside her mouth. Vanessa was now lying supported on one of her elbow and with the other hand she was clinging on to the railing of the window just above her head. The whole bed shook with the thrusts of the creatures and Vanessa felt as if the whole boat was rocking.
Once Vanessa had gotten used to the cocks in her mouth and pussy, she started noticing new feelings that she had never felt before. Her whole body felt as if it would burst, sensations racked every corner, every nerve in her body and just as she thought she was going to come then suddenly the creature who had his cock in her pussy took it out. Vanessa looked up at him; he had a wicked smile on his face as if he did not want her to feel fulfilled. Vanessa still had the other beast’s cock in her mouth, but he then retracted it with a smirk on his face. Vanessa felt frustrated; why were they not allowing her to climax? Suddenly the beast who had been fucking her in the pussy now stuck his cock inside her mouth and he took the other beast’s cock in his. Vanessa could taste and smell her own pussy juice; she couldn’t control it any longer. She reached down and started rubbing her engorged clit vigorously. But then immediately the beast took her hands away and held them up tightly so that she didn’t have any control over them and he began to thrust his cock in her mouth more vigorously. While he held onto her hands with one of his hands, with the other hand he started pinching and tweaking her nipples. Vanessa couldn’t make a sound as her mouth was completely full with the beast’s cock, but she heard the other beast grunting and growling with pleasure. Vanessa could see the one man sucking on the other beast man’s cock and balls and then licking the tip of his cock with his skillful tongue. The fierceness and the force of the grunting sound increased and it exploded as soon as the beast came. Vanessa looked up to see the beast shooting out forceful loads of cum inside the beasts mouth and some of it dripped off and fell on Vanessa’s mouth. The smell of the cum sent Vanessa to a state of ecstasy. It was the same sweet smell that had invaded her room the other night. Vanessa now started sucking on the beast’s cock with renewed vigor and she could feel his cock gathering up the cum to shoot in her mouth. She wanted the cum so badly in her mouth, she wanted to taste it, to have it. Still holding up both her hands the beast-man now started thrusting his cock inside Vanessa’s mouth with great vigor. Meanwhile the other beast man lowered his head near Vanessa’s pussy. He held her legs wide apart and the tip of his tongue along her drenched slit. He nibbled and sucked hard on her clit, circling his tongue around the erect bud. Vanessa’s head started spinning with the amazing sensations, intense sensations she had never felt before.
She gave up on any amount of control she had of her body and mind and surrendered completely to these sinful forbidden pleasures. Vanessa could feel the swelling feelings of an intense climax expanding and overtaking her body slowly but surely. She was still licking the last drops off the beast man’s cock while the other one was eagerly licking and lapping her clit and slickened folds. Vanessa started gyrating her heavy hips to the rhythm of the licking, she had reached a point she felt she had never reached before and she was almost afraid to cum, imagining how powerful it would feel. Just when she was going to tip over, the beast took his tongue away. Vanessa was left confused, frustrated and angry.
“Why were they doing this to her?” she thought
The beast men were standing right in front of her with the same smirks on their faces from before. Slowly without a word the two men disappeared from her room and Vanessa wondered if she had been dreaming again. But no, how could the desperation she was feeling right now be a dream? This was happening to her alright and this was torture, they were tormenting her! And then it struck Vanessa, “Chochmo was right, they are tormenting me and will continue to do so!”
*****
The next morning, as soon as Vanessa woke up, she thought about what happened the night before and she realized that the beasts of the temple had taken the form of the two young men to follow her. She went in search of Chochmo and found her in the kitchen.
“Chochmo, I need to ask you something”
“What is it Madam?”
“Is there any way to get rid of the curse?”
Chochmo smiled “Are you talking of the curse of the tormenting beasts?”
“Yes? What if I leave the country and am not accessible to them physically?”
“They will follow you wherever you are on this earth madam, if not in reality, then in your dreams.”
Vanessa gave a deep sigh, she didn’t say anything, and she didn’t need to say anything. Chochmo was a wise woman.
“Madam, the only way to get rid of this curse is to go back to the temple on a full moon’s night and restore the weapons to their original positions.”
“So I have to wait for at least twenty five days more?” Vanessa asked herself “Let me ask John about the itinerary planned.”
Vanessa came to know from John that their plan was to go up the river for a few more days until they covered all the locations that they had shortlisted and then they would begin their journey back to Manaus. Vanessa calculated that they would then approximately reach the place where the temple was located exactly in around 24 days’ more time.
“Till then I have to undergo
this torture?” she wondered what other things the beasts had planned for her. Vanessa even thought of telling John about the beasts, but then she thought John would never believe her, moreover she wanted to experience the beasts a little more and was not ready to give up on it yet.
Vanessa went in search of the two young men and she found them working on the lower deck. But though Vanessa looked at them, they never looked back at her. Vanessa tried to catch their attention, but they were busy with their work. Vanessa found it very odd that the very people with whom she was having a sexual relationship refused to acknowledge her outside of it.
However Vanessa didn’t give up, she went in and changed into one of the most revealing bikinis she had. It was fluorescent orange in color and it barely covered her full figured ass. Her breasts too were barely covered and her nipples stood erect under the flimsy material. Vanessa went and lay down in the hammock which was in direct view of the two men. She lied down and kept her legs folded and spread out knowing very well that she was showing more than she cared for. But she just couldn’t control her desire; she remembered the night before and juices began to dampen her bikini bottom. The more she saw the toned, muscular, tanned bodies of the shifter men, the more she thought about the beasts they turn into at night and the things they did.
But no matter how much Vanessa thought of them and tried to catch their attention, the two never turned to look at her and soon went into the engine room out of Vanessa’s sight. Meanwhile Vanessa was again left distraught with unfulfilled desire. It was impossible to have anything with John either, since this was the last leg of the journey he seemed to have completely forgotten about Vanessa.
Vanessa went back to her room, now the only way for her was to wait for the beasts at night. That night, Vanessa wore the same bikini that she was wearing during the day and waited in hope that the beasts would come. Though she wanted to stay awake and keep a watch to note exactly when the beasts would come she had invariably fallen asleep. She was awoken from the slumber by the sound of the beasts walking into her room. The two young men had not yet transformed themselves when she opened her eyes. They were circling her bed with their eyes fixated on her, they didn’t say a single word, but slowly opened their pants to reveal their again their massive monster cocks. On seeing their cocks, all the pent up feelings came back to Vanessa. She desperately needed to cum in the worst way possible. She raised her legs in the air and held them apart and gently moved the bikini to the side so that her swollen pussy and engorged clit were exposed
.
On seeing this, the men made a loud growling sound and then slowly in front of Vanessa’s eyes they transformed into the ferocious beasts that she longed for. As Vanessa lay on the bed, one of the beasts came up from behind her and with his muscular arms held Vanessa from beneath on her thighs and raised her in the air in the position that she was lying in. Then with one hand, he took his giant cock and put it in her pussy from beneath her. He kept on holding her like that and started fucking her first slowly and then gaining momentum. Vanessa was now partially raised in the air with her legs spread, while the other beast stood grunting in front of her and stroking his dick. He then took his dick and tried shoving it inside Vanessa’s pussy as well. The beast man on the bottom promptly removed his cock from here pussy and started inching it into her ass. Vanessa was taken by surprise, but the thought that she had those two big cocks inside her somehow allowed her to relax to a point where she could easily accommodate them both. Vanessa held onto the shoulder of the beasts in front of her for support as they again shifted back into their hot and muscular human form. The more she felt the built body move under her to thrust the big, fat cock inside her, the more she got aroused. Again, before she could climax, the beast beneath her took his cock out. Now only the other beast who was fucking her pussy was now holding her up in his ripped arms. The other beast went behind the beast who was holding Vanessa up and slowly thrust his cock inside his asshole. He started moving fast and his thrusts became so powerful that even Vanessa could feel the force on her body. Both beasts now were moving in the same rhythm; wolf man fucking wolf man and wolf man fucking Vanessa. All three were in perfect sync and the whole room was filled with the sounds of three bodies moving against each other, with a sweet, musky smell permeating through the air.
The grunts and groans reached a crescendo till the beast who was inside Vanessa came with full force. Vanessa felt the thick cum hitting deep within her vagina, filling her up and the rest of it overflowing out of her pussy and slowly moving down her thighs to drip onto the bed. Vanessa wondered would happen next as the beast slowly took out his cock from inside her. He then promptly stood up and thrust his cock in her mouth, while the second beast now laid her on the bed where she sat on her knees sucking the thick cock. The second beast man kneeled behind her and reached around to push both of her huge tits up toward the other beast man’s dick that was thrusting in and out of her mouth. He quickly pulled his cock out his from Vanessa’s mouth and came onto her breasts.
Again the two werewolves shifted momentarily into beast form and then back into human form and vanished from her room. Vanessa lay on her bed completely spent and covered in sweat and the creamy, thick cum of the beasts. Though she was not allowed to nor given an opportunity to climax that night either, she felt her body racked with exhaustion from the intense experience. She also realized something else too: she was starting to really get into this nightly sinful, forbidden orgy. She loved the fact that she was being teased and punished sexually; she felt like her body was being truly appreciated.
These nightly visits continued everyday and Vanessa found herself liking it more and more as each day passed, until she realized that they were on their onward journey back to Manaus. The full moon’s night was approaching and Vanessa wondered if this was the perfect opportunity for her to get rid of this curse, but then she started wondering, did she really wanted to get rid of them? She looked forward to each night with her tormentors and even though they didn’t allow her to climax, the experience she shared with them was unparalleled.
When they finally reached the destination of the temple, Vanessa had already made up her mind not to get rid of the curse. She bade farewell to the temple, but she resolved to keep its guards for herself. After all Chochmo said they would hound her wherever she went and she wanted them to hound her, torment her and tease her forever.
THE END
Owned By The Bad Boy
Jen wasn't the kind of woman to seek out bad boys, but they always seemed to find her. Lately they weren't the stereotypical kind of thugs, which she had to admit to herself was a nice change. She thought about it as she worked her ass on the step machine at her gym. Most of the thug type of bad boys she'd met had been a bad idea from the very start, with almost no redeeming qualities save for sex and danger; and both of those things, she was learning, could be offered to her by almost anyone. She wasn't sure what did it for her when it came to boys being rebels, maybe it had something to do with how her first boyfriend had broke her heart while wearing a leather jacket—he'd slipped his hand up her best friend's skirt during a home football game. That had been the end of it, or so Jen had thought, but now it seemed like the entire affair kept coming back to haunt her.
The stair step machine was stet on a high intensity work out, and as it ramped up Jen had to step faster and faster. It wasn't something that she didn't mind because it allowed her mind to work independently form her body, something that not many of the other machines accomplished very well. All of the rest of them, to include the treadmill, didn't really allow her to escape herself via her own thoughts when she was using them. She'd tried everything, even jogging outside, but the only thing that really pulled her mind out of herself was the stair step machine. So as she stepped she kept thinking about her first love, and how everything had been so right for a few weeks before going so wrong. She wondered how he'd been able to haunt her all these years, popping up again and again in the form of other boys j
ust like him.
Maybe there was more to it, and she was just trying to simplify it in order to make it less of a big deal in her mind. Jen considered this, and it sounded like it was a very real possibility. She thought about her last boyfriend and how things had gone. His name had been Brad, and he hadn't been such a bad guy, when he was sober. But Brad was only sober when he wanted to be, and that meant most of the time when their relationship started. But as time went on and he became more secure and settled in the relationship, she realized that the drunk Brad who she hated so much was a very real part of her life. She'd begged Brad to quit drinking when he'd first shown his true colors as an alcoholic, but that hadn't done too much good. He'd only started to hide it, and he could only hide it until he was drunk. By the time he was drunk any pretense of Brad being anything but smashed out of his mind went entirely out the window.
As Jen worked her quads on the stair step machine she thought back to the night it had all fallen apart between her and Brad. She'd taken them out to a nice restaurant and they'd eaten a delicious meal. She'd been loving every second of it, especially how well behaved Brad was being—it wasn't everyday that she could get him to act right. But then she'd had to take a call from work; one of her clients that was a bit of a celebrity was worried about how secure the massage parlor she worked at was. She'd assured the client that everything would be all right, that the parlor had never had any problem in the past keeping clients happy with their privacy, and she didn't think that was going to happen anytime in the near future. And that had been that. A conversation of maybe six minutes, and for sure not much more than that. Maybe another minute onto the total talk time if she counted the walk out of the restaurant and the walk back in; she didn't like to speak with clients in restaurants because of the way that people listened in and gossiped like anyone cared what they thought.
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