Shifters, Beasts, and Monsters (80 page)

I
didn’t care. I nodded.

That
brought a certain feral smile to his face. “Good.” He rose up, flicking the
flail-like leather against my chest. “The trick is, Rita,” he explained as he
let that mammoth cock rest between my hefty tits, “you have to obey.” He
swished those tendrils about, over my tits and his dick. “Completely obey.”

I’d
always been a model daughter and employee, and had never questioned my boss. I
did what I was told and I did it well, so I knew I could handle him. After all,
he loved me and wouldn’t expect anything more than I could handle, right? I
nodded again. “Please,” I begged. “I will, I promise.”

A
broad smile crossed his face then, and I felt a primal surge of desire rush
through him. “Good,” he said.

He
was so slow and meticulous, but he pushed his cock between those fleshy tit
mounds and before my mouth. I could see the even darker skin of his crown
beneath his foreskin as he held it before me. “Kiss it,” he commanded, that
thick manhood pulsing before me so large.

I
paused for a second before my mouth went down, kissing his head and tasting
some salty, pleasant tang from it. I licked over my lips and felt almost
embarrassed at my lack of experience. How many other women in their
mid-thirties had been too shy to ever give a blow job before? Even the thought
made me blush.

But
that was all before Anton, and I kissed him again just to prove myself to him.

He
struck me for that, the sting of the lashes across my thighs behind him. “I
didn’t say twice,” he stated loud enough for me to hear through the pain. He
withdrew from before me, slid down my form.

As
he clasped my two breasts and pushed them around his cock, he began to pump his
hips so that he fucked those twin, fleshy mounds. In a moaning voice he said,
“It’s important to obey precisely, pet.”

My
eyes were blurry and my head hit the pillow, my body a rush of sensations.
Pleasure and pain mingled under my flesh, and I half moaned, half whined as he
pressed my large breasts together. “I’m sorry!”

Despite
my pain he took his time with my flesh. He bucked his hips betwixt those two
pillowy mounds as I watched that bulbous tip prod out from between them only to
slip back beyond again and again. The dark ashen tone of his skin a direct
contrast to my pale white.

He
rolled his head about, moaning in pleasure as his dark hair swished and swayed.
Finally, he pulled himself free and began to undo my restraints. “You’re going
to be a good, obedient girl, aren’t you Rita?” he asked in that authoritative
tone a father would use with his child, or an owner with a pet.

“Yes!”
The blood rushed back to my limbs as he undid them. They felt strange, and I
flexed the fingers. “I promise!”

“Good,”
he said with a smile, giving my wrists and ankles a slap to help urge the blood
back into them. “Come with me, pet.” He took hold of my hair and pulled me, as
if it were a leash.

When
I tried to walk, however, he scolded. “Down pet!” I felt again the crack of
those numerous little whips against my ass and the backs of my thighs as he
pushed me down to my hands and knees. “Crawl for your Master,” he commanded,
standing so proud and mighty over me.

To
say I’d never experienced such a command would be a gross understatement. I’d
never been spoken to or treated like that, and perhaps it was my exhaustion
that made me obey so quickly. It was demeaning, and I looked up at him, trying
to understand why. My lip trembled, but I thought of what he’d said, that he
could take me away from this place, and I wanted it so badly.

As
he led me out into the hall he merely said, “Good girl” in a soft voice,
pulling my dark hair to keep me moving with him. He was such a gorgeous and
powerful man, he looked like he belonged in a position of leadership, though I
never envisioned it taking on such a tone as this.

The
carpet ended as we came to the kitchen. “Up pet,” he commanded with a slap of
the flogger to the tabletop. “Bend over this.” He tugged my hair up, making
anything less than obedience a painful alternative.

I
scrambled to my feet and slid into position, even though it felt cold and
awkward and terrifying. I just wanted to go away, to leave the doldrums, but he
was asking so much. My entire body felt like lava, the embarrassment flooding
through me.

With
his fingers still in my hair, he pushed my cheek to the cool tabletop. “Hold
still.” Without delay the lashes came. The harsh, repeated lashes of that
leather flogger, striking my plump ass cheeks. Moving would’ve been tough even
without the command, for he held me down as he struck his blows.

I
wanted to, though. To disappear into the ground. It was humiliating and
painful. Even if he didn’t have the weapon, the embarrassment of having my body
presented to him so would be bad enough, and I cried out as my vision went
fuzzy.

The
pain stopped for a moment. He still held me down tight and I heard him toss the
flogger aside. What came next surprised me. The palm of his hand struck my
reddened cheeks, again and again. The hard strikes coming on as he bent down
and spoke into my ear from above me. “I want you, my pet. So badly.” And he
ground his dick against my hip even as he continued to hit me.

I
felt like my mind had gone, leaving me absent of thought. Pain and
embarrassment remained, but I didn’t flinch. The noise of his flesh smacking
mine filled the small kitchen, and I whimpered at how painful it sounded.

At
some point the strikes stopped, but my ass stung so hard I wasn’t conscious of
it. It was only when he thrust his oversized cock into me and hammered his
groin against my ass cheeks that I realized the change.

It
was excruciating, the thrusts taking no time to build up, just coming on hard
and fast as he held me down. Though he bent over me, his voice so rich and
heavy as he muttered in my ear. “I do this because I love you,” he said amidst
the sound of his groins lapping against my ass, his heavy balls striking the
wetness of my folds.

I
believed him, though I didn’t understand why. I didn’t really care, either. It
was painful and exquisite all at once, and I didn’t think my body could take
any more, but it did. It took all of his punishment without breaking, and it
almost felt cathartic in a way. Even the pain from him was better than the
bland nothingness of my job.

In
the past he had always fit so perfectly, but in the blinding pain of that
moment, I noticed another new hurt. His massive cock thrust so deeply that it
assaulted me, it hurt me. No longer the pleasantly perfect size, he was
pounding an inhumanly large pole into me that was stretching me wide and
battering against my innermost depths.

He
quaked with pleasure, but kept a tight hold on my hair as he spoke into my ear.
“You’ll be all mine. Forever and ever. I’ll never let you go once I have you,
Rita. Never.”

It
should have scared me. Maybe it did, a little, deep down. But there was
excitement, too. I felt mindless, empty-headed, but it wasn’t like at work.
This was something new and different, as if my body was so alive that I
couldn’t think. The pain, the uncomfortable sensation of him ramming me so full
made me cry out and my breasts flattened farther against the table as I
shifted.

“Anton,”
I gasped, but there was nothing else I could say.

I
have no idea how long he ravaged me like that., I could only measure time in
how weary and exhausted I was from his fucking. When I felt him tense and his
cock swell within me, I knew he had taken from me his pleasure.

His
moans rose in pitch, and the slaps stilled as he hilted into me and erupted,
that flood of his virile seed pouring into me as he tugged back on my hair and
gripped my hip. “Take it, Rita,” he hissed out with such satisfaction.

There
was nothing for me to do but accept his offering, but my lower lip trembled.
The sudden fear of pregnancy traveled through my mind, but somehow I knew
better than to ask. Maybe I was just afraid he’d run away from me, leave me to
the misery of my life if I questioned him.

We
lay together on the kitchen table like that for a while, his arms around me.
When at last he pulled himself free, he kissed my neck and ear, pulling hair to
the side to expose my lips and cheek and then kissed those too.

“I’m
going to take you away, Rita,” he said. “And you’ll be mine for all time.”

The
pain, the overwhelming sensations, the fear, it was all so much better than the
nothingness, the dreariness of my life before him. I knew then that I’d give it
all up, allow myself to be abused and tortured and spanked and whipped for the
rest of my days if it meant not having to listen to the droning tick of a
clock. To never have to stare at the white, sterile walls for ten hours a day.

He
pulled from me, that familiar sensation of emptiness passing over me again,
though he lifted me up and carried me back the bedroom. I was nothing in his
strong arms, and he laid me out upon my bed and nestled in beside me.

Holding
me close, he murmured in my ear in a soothing voice. “Don’t go to work
tomorrow. Stay home. Don’t answer the phone. Don’t watch your TV. Just wait.
And I’ll come for you in the evening and take you away forever.” Those words,
so darkly uttered, a sweet promise of release.

I
nodded. I hadn’t missed a day of work in years, owing to my strong immune
system. I could use a day off, anyway, I justified to myself. And I needed the
sleep. No one would even notice my missing, I was positive of it.

He
pulled me in for a tight embrace, then whispered in my ear. “Clean me with your
tongue before the night ends. Make our final goodbye special.” He pushed my
head down towards his still thick manhood.

I
was scared, I wouldn’t deny it, but I didn’t have a choice. I stuck my tongue
out to taste the strange, tangy taste of our combined juices. It was odd, and
my nose crinkled, but I did as he told me. His strong hand was on my head,
guiding me, and it made my shoulders relax as I licked his dick, slowly.

With
a patient hand, he taught me to please him. I licked and even sucked, lavished
such affections upon his gloriously large shaft until my tongue felt numb, and
continued anyhow.

I
didn’t dare stop until morning broke our time together, and we were parted
again at last.

Chapter 7

I
waited throughout the day, just as he told me. I should have slept, but I
couldn’t. Nothing could put my mind to rest. Not when I sat thinking of what
was to come.

The
day was long, but I thought of him. Even after our last night together, and his
strangely harsh turn, I wanted him so badly.

The
outside world tried to intrude upon my thoughts. The neighbour’s TV, so loud,
blaring a newscaster’s voice. The sound of sirens outside. I refused to let it
distract me.

Instead
I simply lay there, staring up at my ceiling and wondering how it could be so
comforting. How could he make me feel so protected and engaged with the world,
with my body? I’d never felt so alive, so peaceful. I smiled throughout the
long day, finding myself brought back to one of his subtle touches, to his soft
words, and yes, his harsh commands.

Perhaps
that was what should have surprised me the most, but instead it only felt right
and normal. After all, he was not of this world, and I should have expected
such darkness. But even that thrilled me.

He’d
awoken something that had so long laid dormant in my soul, and I couldn’t wait
to see him again. I knew, though, that I must. I must be patient.

Patience
paid off.

I
was so eagerly anticipating him that I somehow managed to miss the setting of
the sun. I knew he was there when I heard the sound of the water running coming
from the bathroom. Nobody but him could have gotten in without my noticing.

I
went to him, found him standing there as the filled tub. His glorious nudity so
proud and undiminished as he smiled at me. “Are you ready?” he asked, as if it
were some simple trip he were taking me on in his car.

“I
am!” I was no longer disturbed by the fact that I wore as little as he, having
only kept on the leather present he’d given me. My heart fluttered and my
stomach turned, but I couldn’t have been more ready for anything in my life.

My
excited response brought a smile to his face, “Take that off and get in.” He
stood aside just enough to give me room to do so.

My
fingers went to work, and it was only seconds before I stood there, utterly
nude. I’d normally be worried about the lights, about a man seeing me, but it
was different with him. He was different. I slid my foot into the water, then
the other, dipping down into the bath. I wanted to ask why, and a brief moment
of self-consciousness washed over me.

The
water was warm, but then he climbed in. It nearly boiled then, his dark
physique containing some innate heat. It was too much for me, but to feel his
hard, muscular thighs press against me as we made our two bodies fit into that
tub assuaged me. “Just one last thing,” he said to me, those dark eyes locked
on mine.

I
couldn’t tell how he got that knife in his hand, but I recognized it from my
kitchen. The blade so sharp, he held up one of his forearms. “Do as I do,” he
instructed, “and then we shall travel together. And you’ll be mine for all
eternity, Rita. My sweet lover ‘til the end of time.” His words were so sweet,
but to see what he did then...

The
cut of that blade vertically down his forearms. The eruption of that black
blood. First one arm, then the other, before he presented the blade’s handle to
me. “Your turn,” he said.

I
nearly screamed, but instead I took the blade in my shaky hand and it felt as
though time went still. It was only seconds, I was sure of it, but I thought
back on my miserable, dreary life and wondered if I was insane. Had the world
really driven me to consider this?

That
suicide, that slicing myself open for a lover who was devilish and cruel was a
better alternative to going to work in that lab another day? Was it all some
elaborate fantasy my mind had made up to coax me over the edge?

Still,
the blade touched to my skin, and my eyes focused on his. Anton’s. I saw the
darkness, and the love there, and I tried to smile but it was weak. “Am I going
to die?”

He
leaned in and he kissed me tenderly on the lips, even as his dark blood drained
into the hot water. It was such a sweet embrace of our lips, so comforting. So
warm. I never wanted it to end. Never.

He
broke away at last and gazed into my eyes. “We’ll be together. That’s all the
matters, isn’t it?” I knew there was but one simple answer to my dark lover’s
question.

Anything
was better than the life I was living, with no love or friendliness. I had no
one except for him, and my tongue pressed against his, for I knew he was right.
I would throw everything away to be with him, even if it meant death, and I
gritted my teeth as the blade sank in.

When
the awful deed was done, he took hold of my two hands, and pressed our forearms
together. Our blood mixed together as he clutched my fingers. “Good girl,” he
said. Though as he began to push me down into the water so very slowly, he
smiled y. “You’re mine now, Rita. For all time. Mine.”

Sinking
beneath the water was so strange. It was already tinged with the colour of our
blood, and I could just make him out, though I saw that he sank into the
boiling hot water with me. He didn’t leave me alone. Not for that awful
journey.

The
last memory I have of that world was the neighbour’s TV. So loud and clear through
the water, I could hear the newscaster.

“...Many
presumed dead. The outbreak seems to have began at a local drug testing
facility, though no official word has been offered as of yet. All citizens are
warned to stay inside. Police and emergency services are assessing the
situation. If you are suffering from effects of the illness, be aware that it
seems to take but two hours for the metamorphosis to take hold and...”