Chapter 2
Laura found herself staring at the creature for minutes, as if he held her gaze, as if he held her soul. She knew that she had to run away, that she had to save herself from the monster, that she was in a grave danger, but she just couldn’t move her feet!
She was as if glued to the ground, and she couldn’t even lift a finger! She just stood there, transfixed. Her heart stopped beating as she looked at the mystical creature in awe.
It was her first time to see such a thing. It was tall and big, and a six footer like her looked like a child to him. Suddenly, for the first time in her life, she felt like a dwarf.
He looked like a man, but a very tall and big man, with thick, long hair all over him. His ruffled, wavy, black hair was unevenly cut, and the wind played with the fuzzy strands. He had a bushy beard that covered his mouth, and his eyes… they were like pool of glowing, burning magma.
Big foot? That was what she could think of, except for his bloody eyes. He didn’t exactly look like an ape, but a giant man with thick bush of hair all over him, wrapping him evenly like that of a werewolf.
He lifted his hand, and his mouth opened. She saw his surprisingly white, pointed set of teeth. He was holding a big tobacco cigarette in one hand, the tip was burning with fire. Without breaking their eye contact, the monster sucked the tobacco, and blew the smoke on her face.
She remained immobile, as the smoke punctured the opening of her nose, as she inhaled the puff, before it seeped deep to her lungs. She hadn’t tried smoking before, and as far as she could remember, her olfactory nerves were sensitive to the cigarette smoke. She would burst in coughs or would have an asthma attack every time her nose would catch a hint of smoke. But this time, it didn’t happen.
She found herself breathing the thick cloud of smoke, as he continued to puff the tobacco, as smoke enveloped through her. Moments later, she felt her body relaxing, her breathing becoming so slow, but she felt great and light.
She breathed deeper, catching the smoke deep in her lungs, and let it stay there for a moment before she would exhale. She marveled at the therapeutic effect of the strange smoke to her whole being. Whatever turmoil and worries she was clutching at her heart a while ago, they banished in an instant. She felt so light and happy like she had never been before.
He threw the tobacco on the ground, and she whimpered as his big, big, hairy hand groped her on the shoulders, and pulled her body to him.
She wanted to scream, but she felt as if she lost her voice. She wanted to take her eyes off his red ones, but she couldn’t find the will to do so. She felt as if she was kind of under a spell, a spell spewed by this demonic creature against her who held her hostage in his arms.
But she didn’t find him repulsive now. Her fear turned into curiosity. She was already over the shock of seeing something out of the ordinary.
“What… are… you?” her faint voice cracked the sheath of mystery that engulfed between them.
He didn’t answer. His molten, red eyes just flamed even more. His eyes looked like burning balls of magma, but they weren’t actually burning. It was just an illusion created by a pool of deep, crimson colors that were dancing in his eyes.
And she was appalled to realize that she actually loved staring at the creature’s bloody eyes! She loved watching the fluctuation of red colors in contrast with the darkness of the night.
His rough and hairy hands over her shoulders were warm, heating up her skin with an ample amount of heat, and suddenly, she didn’t feel cold anymore. In fact, she felt warm all over. Heat was pulsing under her skin now, from her flushing cheeks to the soles of her feet.
She felt strange. This wasn’t the kind of reaction that she expected to feel should she encounter a monster. She should run and scream for help, right? The monster would surely tear her to pieces, or worse, he would eat her as his food. But… why did she feel that he was… harmless?
He ducked his head, and pushed his face close to the length of her neck. She could hear how he sniffed her scent loudly. His heavy, hot breathing blew on her skin. Her body abruptly reacted as tingly sensations pounded hard under her skin, and pushed her body hair to stand erect.
He murmured something incomprehensible, in a completely foreign language. His warm, damp tongue slid through her soft skin, and her body jerked, tremors of wild heat shot through every pores of her skin, as he licked her already pulsing flesh.
Laura whimpered. The jolt of desire that washed through her was beyond her comprehension. She was shocked to discover that she found what the monster did to her as very erotic. Her body singed with all sorts sinful as the creature himself!
God, how could she behave like a lust-filled whore when she was in the arms of a monster? Was she drugged? Was she-
She whimpered again when he continued to lave her skin. His burning tongue was scraping the surface of her hypersensitive epidermis. The rush of carnal sensations was insane! It threatened to take over her sound mind. She wanted to scream… in terror… in resistance… but her body digressed. Her senses squirmed at the havoc of sensations brought by the monster’s intimate advances.
What the fucking hell? She didn’t understand this. This was madness! But all she could do was just to stand on her wobbly feet, as her body continued to respond to her abductor. Yes, she was abducted. She was lured. And he was taking advantage of her now. He was sexually molesting her!
How dare her let this madness happen to her, but damn! She liked how the monster licked her skin, how he made her skin burn with desire. Now, she was gasping for air, as her frantic breathing filled her own ears. Her body became tender, her breasts swelled in sexual tension. The rush of heat concentrated at the tips of her breasts, pushing her nipples to harden like stubborn, small stones.
There was no time to think anymore. Madness had totally gotten the best of her. The last ounce of resistance banished into thin air.
The monster continued to lick and lave her soft skin, making a circular motion as his long, slick tongue moved from her neck down to her breasts.
Her eyes dilated as his rough, big hands tore her uniform, and stripped her cotton bra off her body. Seconds later, she stood half naked in front of him.
He grinned, showing his white, pointed set of teeth. His red eyes slanted a little, as if pleased. She gasped when his hands covered her still untouched breasts, and played with her peaks. He kneaded and squeezed her breasts, and pulled and tugged her nipples.
She moaned in response. Her nipples hardened even more. He scratched one nipple with his thumb, and her body jolted as hot, creamy liquid eased out of her pussy. Her fucking pussy was throbbing and pulsing with desperate, aching need! Something that she had just encountered for the first time in her life. She was appalled, but excited at the same time!
“Ah…. you are beautiful…” he whispered with a heavy accent, with a full, throaty voice that should scare the hell out of her, but it just pushed her to the border of madness.
His compliment totally floored her. She was beautiful? It warmed her heart. Shallow, but she felt emotional.
People had already thrown her all sorts of unpleasant adjectives and name-callings. No one had ever told her that she was beautiful, not even her own mother. But this monster… he just told her that she was fucking beautiful. Oh, it fucking sounded so good in her ears!
“So… beautiful…” he growled in appreciation again, eyes locked in the beauty of her nudity.
Her lips curved in a pleased smile. She arched her back, and her full breasts sprung proudly in front of him. He cupped one full peak, and squeezed it hard. She moaned in pain, but the pang of pain only heightened the jolt of sexual tension.
She was glad to know that he was speaking her language. He murmured something a while ago that she didn't understand. But now, they could communicate. They could understand each other.
“Ah…” he made a low growl as he took another luscious breast in his hand. The ground shook a little as he fell on his knees. His big, h
airy head landed in front of her breasts.
And she muffled a shrill cry as he brought her aching breasts to his hungry mouth.
Laura involuntarily shuddered at the onslaught of violent, sexual tension that massively gripped through her whole being. His hot, wet mouth played with her breasts, alternately licking her nipples with his slick, bulbous tongue, as his rough hands squeezed the swell of her breasts.
It was painful, pleasurable and achingly erotic! Her creamy skin tinged with a deep color of crimson. His long, uncut nails would sometimes scratch her skin, drawing a long, red line that only fueled the ruckus of pleasure to pulse even more under her skin.
Pain had been her friend since she was a child. Physically and emotionally battered, she had become a mesh of tortured soul that had found solace in the comfort of pain.
Her mother would easily lay a hand on her every time she would make a little mistake since she was a child. Once, she had accidentally dropped a slick glass while drinking, and her mom became very upset. She beat her with a cane that she kept for beating purposes. Petty, unintentional mistakes and her mother would beat the hell out of her. Then, she would lock her up in her room as she cried her heart out, yelping in pain as her little body throbbed in agony.
Years of abuse passed and she became accustomed to pain. Her mother’s beatings wouldn’t hurt her anymore. Instead, her body would silently glorify every lick of the cane that would hit her soft skin. Sometimes, she would just let her mother beat her, especially when something bad had happened to her life. She had realized that it makes her mother happy to see her crying and cringing in pain.
Juliet, her mom, had been miserable ever since, and the only time that she would see her smile was when she was beating her. She didn’t understand why her mother was like that, why she was obsessed hurting her. Sure, she had gone through difficult times in her life for being a single mom, for raising her on her own, but she just couldn’t fathom the source of her hatred towards her. It seemed deeply rooted.
She was a jinx, alright. Her mother lost her job multiple times since she was born. She had to jump from one job to another, taking multiple jobs at a time, just to make their ends meet. She had long wished to find a man who could provide their needs, but every time she would bring a man in their house, he would leave. And her mother would blame her for being a jinx, a curse that she had badly wanted to discard.
The beating stopped when she grew taller than her mom, but it was replaced with even more painful form of emotional battery. True enough, verbal abuse hurt more than physical pain. Her ears wouldn’t only bleed every time her mom would nag her, she would break her heart, too. Her mother had successfully trampled her spirit, made her feel as if she was the lowest form of creature by hurling her all sorts of ugly insults and painful words. If she couldn’t take the pain anymore, she would cut herself, just so she would realize that she was still alive.
“Oh, shit!” Laura mumbled, as she felt something pricked her nipple. She whimpered as small tingles of pain shot through her skin, flowing uninhibitedly to her blood like a crack. Her hands grasped a mass of thick hair as she grabbed his head, clutching firmly at him as her knees started to melt.
His pointed teeth sank to her nipple again, intensifying the jolt of pleasure-pain that was rushing in her blood. It felt like a sweet prick of a needle, injecting venom of desire that left her breathless and panting for more.
She rubbed her legs together, and her sensitive, throbbing pussy pulsed intensely with an aching need. She could feel burning wetness seeping through her panties, dripping to her thighs.
Good heavens! But she was yearning for this monster to fuck her… HARD.