Ravaged 2: A Monster Box Set of 8 Erotic Tales (2 page)

“Came? You...can talk?” She looked at the key in her hand. “You were expecting me?”

The beast licked its lips, revealing sharp fangs and a forked tongue. She shuddered, trying not to let it get to her.

“Yes,” it answered.

“Were you...” She couldn’t believe she was going along with all this. “A man told me to stop this... stop what?”

“Silxan?” The beast growled. “Yes, that’s probably who it was...”

“Silxan, then.”

“Yes. I can only assume his greed got the best of him. He won’t last long now.”

Mary’s mind was spinning. She felt hungry and exhausted. Silxan won’t last long? What about her? “Where the fuck are we? Why am I here?”

The monster shook its head, a heavy sigh escaping its nostrils. “Release me and I’ll tell you.”

“Why would I do something as stupid as that?”

“Because I know the way out. And why not let out a fellow prisoner?”

Her eyes widened, a surge of hope climbing through her. A breath of air. Still, she clutched the key.

“You can’t manage to escape without me. You can’t understand how big this maze is.”

Mary frowned. “Where’s Silxan? Why didn’t he let you go? I don’t like this... I don’t even know what the fuck I’m doing here. Talking to ...”

“A monster.”

She nodded in agreement, as if they had just decided. She needed more information. She felt like if she kept him talking, he might slip up if he was lying. At the very least, she might learn more about what was going on.

“Why are you here? What did you do?”

“Nothing.” The beast paused, as if contemplating if he should continue. “I was captured, to fight and fuck and breed.”

The idea set Mary’s teeth on edge, her skin rippled with disgust. She stared on, her gaze passing through the monster. She didn’t want him to see her affected. The beast paused again, as if he were trying to gauge her. His black eyes flicked up and down her body, her exposed nipples prodding through her damp shirt.

Her face burned, a mixture of confusion and anxiety overcoming her. She swallowed hard and asked the question hanging in the air.

“Sex? With people?”

“Yes. And I have, repeatedly.” He licked his lips again, stirring something inside her. Revulsion? Interest? “The warden wanted to see what would happen.”

She blinked hard.

Mary didn’t ask anymore questions. She felt a sense of obligation, a pulling desire to let the beast out. Wordlessly, she slipped the key into the lock and turned it.

As she released the beast, a sense of calm washed over her. A sense of detachment, as if she weren’t actually doing something so foolish, so dumb. She ignored the flash in the beast’s eyes when the lock clunked open, and the door screeched to let him free.

The beast moved closer to her, his enormous body warm and rancid next to hers. His body wasn’t as humanoid as she expected, longer and more slender. His movements were almost snake-like, curling back and forth as he moved around her. Like a predator stalking its prey. He relented from touching her, but she felt his desire, his eagerness.

She turned to look up at him, his gaze traveling across her body. “Y- you aren’t going to ravage me?”

The beast shook his head knowingly. “I’m restraining myself.”

Mary expected relief to wash over her, but instead, she felt a vague sense of anxiousness. Restrain himself? What would happen if he didn’t? What if she didn’t want him to restrain himself?

He motioned in the direction she came. “This way.” He brushed past her briefly, his scales rough against her skin. She hide her face as it turned red.

***

S
he couldn’t understand it, there must be something wrong with her. The stench in the air had lessened and she was barely noticing the howls of the creatures. She watched his broad shoulders, ripped with muscle, lumber back and forth as they moved down the hall. She noticed the monsters in the cells had quieted.

A thought occurred to her.

“It’s you,” she said under her breath.

The beast raised his head, acknowledging her.

“You’re the reason they’re so quiet.”

“They recognize their father.”

As they passed another cage that had gone silent, she peered in and saw a form crawled back into the corner. This was the desired effect?

“Why don’t we release them too?”

“They don’t understand. They’re wild, untamed.”

She grunted. “You aren’t?”

He stopped and turned to face her. His tongue slithered out and grazed her cheek and ear, cradling it for a moment. “No.”

She stood, paralyzed, until he relented. He gave a low chuckle and turned back around. A chuckle that seemed familiar. Mary shook her dehydrated mind, his focus shifting to her open cell as they passed it. Cell zero she had decided.

She started counting the cells on the left wall this time.

Cell one, two, three... four...

***

“W
ait.” Mary said, stopping and putting her hand on a wall to steady herself. When the beast stopped and turned to face her, she leaned over and grabbed her knees, breathing heavily.

“Should we rest?” the monster growled, looking over his shoulder for a moment.

Mary shook her head and tried to stand back up. “No, I- I want to get out of here. I don’t want to
rest
.” She shot him a look.

His face was just as inscrutable as when she first met him. She didn’t understand why every fiber in her being wasn’t screaming in the opposite direction of him. Maybe it was his voice. It seemed so calm and collected, which didn’t match his vulgar appearance.

She huffed and stood up weakly, giving the beast a half-hearted smile.

“We won’t be able to get out of here for a couple more hours,” he said. “If you need to rest —,”

She cut him off, “‘Rest.’ You said it again. How could I possibly rest in this hellhole? The constant scratching and growlings.” Her tired eyes were bloodshot and heavy, despite how much she wanted to make a point, she didn’t have the energy. She slumped against the wall and slid down it, the rough stone leaving harsh marks on her shoulder and arm.

Mary gnawed on her lip and tried to keep her composure. The beast moved closer, and she flinched, feeling his overbearing presence towering over her. His shadow was thrown on top of her, blackening his face and body, revealing only his outline.

She looked up at him and saw his jet-black eyes flash for a moment, and she felt something flutter inside her. Her repulsion had only grown stronger while they were walking together, but she couldn’t deny a certain primal feeling growing inside her. Maybe she was losing her mind, and she just felt defeated by everything.

He leaned down and scooped her up in his rough-scaly arms. His breathing pushed his chest against her body every moment, she felt herself giving way to her desire.

She slung her arms halfway around his neck, clinging to the downcast horns that cradled his head. He turned back down the hallway they were heading and started moving, picking up speed. He didn’t have to match her pace any longer.

***

S
he woke in a cell, her mind fogged and her stomach hungry. The beast was nearby, watching her sleep; she wasn’t sure why.

In her fog, she crawled closer to the beast, and touched his leg, marveling at the way the torch light shimmered off the flecks of hard skin. The beast murmured, and she rolled closer to him.

He exhaled hot air through his nose, steaming the room a bit.

“You’re so warm...” she said, a slur to her voice. She felt calm, collected. Why was she in a cell again? What was he doing here?

She couldn’t remember what was real anymore. She touched the beast’s face in a moment of inspiration, and kissed his cheek. He turned toward her and moved upon her, his clawed hand grasped her breast and making her moan. Her heart began to race, pounding in her ears. He stood up from the floor and pushed her against a wall.

His scales were rough and hewn, she grasped at his arms to try and stop him, but he was too powerful. He swatted her hands away and held her wrists together, pulling them above her head and holding her tight against the wall. The rough mortar dug into her ass and thighs, making her itch and wanting relief. The beast’s eyes bore into hers, and she felt as if he was feeding on her anxiety, on her fear and confusion. Was this really happening?

He tore her pants off to reveal her silky white legs. Their pale skin contrasting against his dark scales. His cock was engorged, free from its slumber, and ready to tame her as he had tamed so many others.

“What, what are you doing?” Mary asked hesitantly. She knew it was a stupid question.

He moved closer to her, grasping her tit through her shirt with his mouth. She let a moan slip from her lips, to her own horror. Was she actually enjoying this?

The beast let out a low growl while he massaged her breast, pulling her nipple and making it taut and scream with fire. Mary’s legs grew slick with warm anticipation and worry, and he took his chance. He moved closer, cradling her with his free hand. She stared down at his cock as he teased the hard tip of it against her pussy, a line of precum breaking free like spider’s silk.

Mary’s breathing was growing faster, her heart racing, as he pushed his cock into her. She grew wide eyed as it disappeared into her, the girth making her cringe and yelp in pain.

Tears welled up on her eyes and she bit her lip, fighting back the urge to scream louder. The beast was slow, but forceful as he took her. Finally he was seated completely inside her, and a burning wave coursed through her.

Mary threw her arms around the beast’s neck and he started pounding into her. His meaty cock throbbed and groaned in her pussy juices, the sound of her skin smacking his scales echoing through the corridor. The beasts in the other jail cells were screaming and howling in response, but Mary didn’t care. She could barely pay attention.

The beast grunted as she rode his cock. Her moans grew louder and more frequent, she knew she wouldn’t be able to take him for very long.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Mary said, her voice growing hoarse as her throat tightened. She bucked wildly, and begged the beast to finish inside her, she wanted that demon seed, that unholy union to be complete.

The monster squeezed her ass and held her close as he came to his climax. The heat rising off of him steamed the air and wetted Mary’s face, her eyes filled with lust and terror. He let out a loud roar as his cock throbbed inside her, pushing his seed into her. She climaxed as she felt it slam into her, wrapping her legs around him in whirlwind of confusion. Sweat beaded on her skin, glistening off her chest and stomach. They slowed, and the beast held her there on his rod as they caught their breath. After a long moment, he lifted her off his cock and set her on the floor.

She tried to stay standing, but her numbed legs betrayed her. Before she could stumble to the floor, the beast caught her and helped her stand up.

As she held his enormous hand in hers, she looked at him in the eye and saw something different. Something human.

Exhaustion was too far along now, and her eyes grew heavy.

“I— I don’t think I can stay...” she began.

He reached out to touch her face, stroking her skin with his wretched claw. Mary flinched at first, but let herself melt against his touch.

As she let the after glow of the ravaging sex wash over her, her mind started to race. She looked at the cell door, and saw it was damaged and knocked off one of its hinges.

She took a step back from the beast.

“You broke in here? You could get out...?” Bewilderment filled her eyes as she spoke, fear rippling through her skin. “You... tricked me.”

The beast sighed heavily and stood to his hooves. He pointed at the door.

“What choice did I have?”

She glared at him.

He continued, “you... have an affect on me.”

“How — you expect me to believe that? I can’t believe I’m even here! That this is real at all!” She threw her arms up, and began to walk into the hallway. The torchlight made the sweat on her skin glisten.

“You... remind me of something. A moment before this hell.”

She stopped at the door, touching the hard stone. She didn’t turn to face him, but she listened.

“I needed to know. I had to know what it would be like to be with another human again. Not a beast sequestered in this keep. Not another chemical creation from a madman.”

“And...?”

“It was... inviting. It was renewing.”

She opened her mouth to speak, but closed it again.

“I was sent here as punishment. This form I hold is my curse, my nature manifested into this horror. I created most of these beasts that howl. A student of mine turned against me. He enslaved me and made me into this.”

She turned to face him again. Mary jumped a little when she saw him standing right behind her.

“You — you said someone else ran this dungeon.”

He gave her a look.

Horror sunk through Mary’s skin like a disease.

“This is all a trick... a game to you, isn’t it?” She steeled herself, balling her hands into fists. She didn’t know what else to do. Should she run and try to escape? The beast would be too powerful for her.

The beast looked away from her. “It was,” it began. Somehow, his liquid black eyes seemed sad, regretful. “At first.”

Mary blinked and touched her chest for a moment.

“There was something about you, it reached out to me and shook something loose. A reminder of who I was...” The beast turned to face her, and for a flash of a second she saw he was telling the truth. “Who I am.”

He continued: “By the time you showed up, I was destitute. I deemed myself unworthy of freedom, that I deserved to be trapped in the labyrinth I had created. Hearing the tortured howls and roars of my creations was enough to drive me mad.”

“Then what about the man who gave me the key?”

“Ah, Silxan,” The beast chuckled a bit, low and sinister. “I tempted him with forbidden knowledge. I knew he would eventually succumb to the same disease I did: absolute greed. In the search for more control and power. If he gave you a key to your freedom, he must already be changing into another one of the beasts that are imprisoned here. That’s what happened to me.”