Ravaged 2: A Monster Box Set of 8 Erotic Tales

The Beast’s Dungeon by Simone Beatrix

Dragon’s Claw by Simone Beatrix

Satyr’s Lair by Simone Beatrix

An Alien Touch by Simone Beatrix

Caged by the Creature by Simone Beatrix

Tempted by the Trolls by Simone Beatrix

Taken into the Mothership by Simone Beatrix

Demon’s Kiss by Simone Beatrix

“A
re you almost ready to go?”

Mary pulled a coat over herself and stepped out of her bedroom, closing the door behind her. She looked up at her friend, April, and nodded.

“Yep, I should be good to go.”

They both headed out the front door of their apartment and drove downtown. It was April’s twenty-second birthday, and she had been prodding Mary about going out and drinking all week.

They popped into the nearest bar, deftly squeezing past the super-sized bouncer ‘guarding’ the entrance.

The club wasn’t especially packed, since it was a Wednesday night. Lights flashed across the foggy dance floor, while bass and music pounded against every wall. The smell of dry sweat and alcohol was pervasive.

They found a table and sat down.

Mary sighed in relief as she shrugged her coat off and hung her purse on the back of her stool. She gave April an expectant look.

“Well, birthday girl, what would you like?”

April seemed distracted. Mary followed her gaze and saw a overdressed man leaning back against the bar, giving the women an interested look.

After a moment, “Oh, a piece of that ass, that’s for sure.”

Mary groaned. “Not this again. You know I can’t stand those creeps.”

“They’re not creeps, they’re hot,” April said through a smile. “I’m going to mooch a drink off him, you want anything?”

“Nah, I don’t want to give him any ideas, inflate his already massive ego,” Mary said. She cracked a smile and waved April on. No reason to not indulge her.

April hopped off her stool and wandered over to the stranger. Mary watched the two flirt excessively, and felt her stomach turn a little. She couldn’t see what April thought was so hot about the kind of arrogant guy who had more confidence than self-awareness.

Mary liked a little subtlety. A little deviousness, maybe more of a game? She mused on the thought for a moment, the background bass and lights vanishing.

April and her new boy pulled her out of her daydream. She blinked hard and looked to them.

“Someone looks a little lost,” April said. “Anyway, this is Jacob.” April touched his chest as she said his name. “He said he wanted to meet both of us.”

He flashed a smile and extended a hand. Mary managed a brief smile and gave him a cordial wag, before letting go. He didn’t seem phased.

“Mind if I get you two a drink?”

“I’m okay,” Mary said quickly. She bit her lip. After looking at April, she nodded with a sigh. “I don’t take drinks from strangers.”

Jake held up his hands defensively. “Whoa, I’m not a stranger anymore, we met.”

April glared at Mary. “Fine fine,” Mary relented. A slight smile crossed her lips.

“I’d love one,” April said, slinging her arm under Jake’s. He held up his index finger and moved to the bar.

April took her seat again and planted her elbows on the sticky table, cradling her chin.

“Already in love, huh?”

April scrunched her face in disgust.

“No, just thinking about gettin’ some tonight.”

“Good for you.”

April frowned and exhaled. “Hey, you didn’t have to come if you didn’t want to. You don’t have to be a stick in the mud, ya know.”

Before Mary could defend herself, Jake returned with three drinks, a shot for each of them. He pushed one toward each of the girls and took the third in his hand.

“Drink up, ladies. On me.”

Mary took it and held it in her fingers as if it would bite her. “I don’t know if I wanna drink too much tonight,” she whined.

April glared at Mary, forcing her to shrug at the thought. The three clinked their glasses together and downed them.

***

A
fter downing the shots, Mary loosened up and let April get her some drinks. After getting lubricated up, they hit the dance floor and the night turned to a blur of thundering music and flashing lights. Jake grasped Mary by the chin and planted a wet kiss on her, before sliding his tongue up to her forehead. She shuddered as April watched with intent eyes, afire with alcohol and lust.

Soon the three returned to the apartment and Jacob and April disappeared into April’s room. Mary slinked onto her bed and the world spun lazily around her. She shut her eyes as sleep drowned out the sound of April and Jacob fucking in the other room.

***

T
he sensation of water on her face woke Mary up. She blinked hard and tried to pull her sheet up, but found it had fallen on the floor.

She reached down and another drop of water splashed on her lips, rousing her enough to open her eyes.

She wasn’t in her room at all.

A dimly lit stone floor and four walls surrounded her. The water had soaked the top of her thin shirt down to her stomach, and the hard stone floor left a coarse impression on her face. She touched her skin carefully, brushing sand and dirt off her cheek. She shook her head and blinked hard again.

She moved to stand up and found her neck and back sore with pain. The floor hadn’t been kind to her throughout the night. Was it still night, anyway? What happened?

She stood up and braced herself against the wall. It was cold to the touch, frosting her fingers as they pressed against it.

“I’m dreaming, right?”

Thick scraping echoed through the room, bouncing off the stone walls, followed by indistinct howls and grunts that seemed to come from every direction. Mary’s eyes grew wide as her heart started racing, the sound itself setting her teeth on edge.

She crawled back against the wall and leaned against it, letting the cold stone seep deeper through her damp shirt. A thundering sound reverberated against her back, and she leaped off it, fear filling her body.

She squeezed her hand to try and stave off her tremors, but it was no use.

A single torch hung on the wall, encased in a small metal cage. It was unreachable.

She reached into her pocket to find her phone. It was dead.

A caged door with rotting iron bars blocked the only way in and out of her cell. The sounds emanated from that direction. Mary steeled her nerves and swallowed hard, taking careful steps closer to the cell door.

When she reached it, she instinctively grasped the bars, the rough metal threatening to slice into her palms. The hallway was just as dimly lit as the cell, and seemed to extend forever. Torches barely lit the hallway. Each wall was lined with similar caged doors. Whatever was making the horrifying sounds lurked inside those cells.

The scraping and howling grew more numerous the longer she stood there. Then the smell came, a rancid, unknowable smell filled her nostrils. A mixture of dried bodily flood and rotting meat.

She clenched her mouth shut, forcing back her stomach from spilling its contents.

She gulped hard. “Hello!?” she called out into the distance. Her voice echoed back to her, and the howling intensified in reply, the cries and groans deafening and drowning out her pleads for help.

She released the bars and moved to the back of her cell again. Despite the insanity of everything around her, she didn’t feel defeated yet. It had to be a dream right?

***

A
few hours later, she heard footsteps in the hall. The sound kickstarted her heart; while she hadn’t been sleeping, she hadn’t been focusing on anything but the wailing either.

A cloaked figure parted the darkness outside her cell and stood, saying nothing.

She slowly moved closer to the front of the cell, blood rushing in her ears.

There was something... off about the figure outside her cage. He stood in a strange manner, and his cloak seemed bulgy and misshapen around him. His face was obscured from the hood, and he breathed silently.

Mary opened her mouth to speak, but found her mouth parched. She gulped hard and tried again.

“Who are you?” she asked.

The man turned his head toward her and let out a low chuckle. Mary’s skin crawled, the hair on the back of her neck standing on end. She clenched a fist.

“What the fuck is this, some kind of sick trick?” Her words came pouring out of her mouth, her flushed face only betraying her feigned confidence. “Where the fuck am I? Would you just fucking answer me?”

In a surge, she moved to the bars and grabbed them, thrusting her face between the metal. The rotted iron scratched her face, but her eyes barreled into the blackness under the cloak, trying to make out any kind of detail.

“Here. Stop all of this,” the man said. His voice was strange, warbled, indistinct. It had a hard edge to it, almost unnatural. He produced a key out of his cloak and pushed it into her chest, his fingers grazing her shirt. “I’m sorry.”

Without a thought, she reached up and held the key against her chest, his fingers only slipping past hers as she pushed against it. She cradled it, looking at it for only a moment.

“‘Sorry’?” She looked up in confusion, and saw the man was gone.

The fading echo of his footsteps were the only clue to which direction he went.

Mary took the key and slid her arm through the bars. After slipping the key into the lock, a satisfying clunk sounded. She exhaled hard as she wrenched the door open, the screech of the worn metal pounding off the stone walls.

The roar and howl of the other prisoners gained new energy and fervor. Mary covered her ears and shut her eyes, trying to focus on the sound of her shallow breathing.

After the sounds died down to a dull roar, she poked her head out of her cell and looked down each hallway.

Dimly lit torches lined the halls, and regrettably, they both seemed to extend even further than she originally thought.

She bit her lip and stepped out of her cell, carefully placing each foot to try and be as silent as possible.

The stench of rotting meat rose to meet her again, forcing her to choke back her gag reflex. She held her breath for a moment, before pulling her shirt up and holding it against her mouth. Each breath helped thaw her chilled fingers.

She remembered that the footsteps had moved down the right side of the hall, so she moved in that direction.

Mary hesitated in front of a neighboring cell and tried to sneak a quick peek inside. Fog dispersed from the middle of the room, rising up with the sound of heavy breathing. Something large was outlined in the darkness, but Mary forced herself to avert her gaze before she could make it out. She didn’t want to see whatever was inside these cells.

What was she doing here with the rest of them?

As she passed cell after cell, she forced her eyes forward. Labored, heavy breathing felt like it was wrapping around the back of her neck each time, a weight of anxiety pressing down on her shoulders. Every time she moved past a set of iron bars, a small wave of relief washed over her.

She tried not to think about how long this corridor might go on. To keep track, she started counting the cells that she passed on her right. She gulped at the thought of having to go back to her cell, but what if it was her only choice? She clutched the key in her hand, crippling fear of dropping it etched in her mind.

***

S
he passed cell seventy-six. The hallway seemed to be growing a bit brighter from the cluster of torches on the wall, so she picked up her pace to try and reach the end.

After passing cell eighty-five, she finally found the end of the hall.

Thick steel bars blocked her path. She frowned, her legs cramped and feet sore from the cold stones and rough mortar.

She leaned closer to the bars, peering in. If this didn’t lead to the exit, she’d have to turn around and explore the other side.

She felt the presence of something large lurking behind them, watching her, smelling her.

“You came.”

She jumped back, her mind reeling. The voice, it felt familiar somehow. The presence in the cell moved closer to her, and she braced herself for it.

It was large. At least eight feet tall with scales and rough skin covering its body. It was vaguely human shaped, with large horns curling around its head. The voice was gravely, thick, and thundering. The beast had large eyes, jet-black and piercing. She clutched the key to her chest, as if she were protecting it. She wanted to turn away and run — anything to not look at it. She steeled herself and kept eye contact, unsure what she was doing. Somehow compelled.