Ravaged: A Collection of 11 Erotic Monster Tales

by Simone Beatrix

  The guards hoisted me to my feet, their strong arms pinching my skin. I was dragged down another hallway I hadn’t seen before, down a flight of stone steps, and thrown into a larger dungeon than I was in before.

  “Fuck, how is this any better?” I yelled back at the guards, who were turning to leave.

  The larger one turned to me, his eyes red with rage. “Silence! The overlord will be here soon, then you’ll understand everything.”

  I fumed, collapsing onto an iron table that sat in the middle of the room. I looked around, finding various torture devices, completely absent from the other cells. A stockade was set up, next to it was a stretching apparatus, and in another corner was a series of wrist holds and ropes suspended by a chain. I cringed at that one, rubbing my wrists at the idea of being held in the air, exposed and vulnerable.

  If only I had known what that was taste like.

  ***

  What seemed like hours later, a sudden clash alerted me. I shot my attention to the door, where I heard a set of keys clang against the metal before the door was unlocked. The slide slammed open, and the wooden door revealed The orc overlord himself. Before he closed the door, he turned and told the guard outside the door that if he disturbed him, he’d be sentenced to death.

  Finally, he slammed the door shut and entered the chamber. His muscular body still adorned by the war uniform I saw him wearing in the throne room.

  “Stand.” He commanded, raising his hand in an upward gesture. I did, suddenly aware of my near-nakedness. I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment, not quite sure why. I wasn’t used to being chosen over other women, maybe that was why.

  “I hope you’re fit and read. As I said in the grand hall, I must take your body to be my wife, and the woman who will carry my children.” His voice rang out, steady and even. I gulped, sweat running down my cheek.

  “I, I think I am.” I said. I don’t think I really realized what I had agreed to, but there was no turning back now.

  He was upon me almost instantly, his speed surprising considering his enormous stature. He rushed up to me, pushing me back onto the iron table. I yelped, terrified. But something stirred inside me, something deep, buried, and hidden. I didn’t really know what it was, but his way of handling me... it turned me on.

  “You think? Perhaps I should grab another prisoner, who is more sure of her commitment to her life.” He said, holding his hand against my chest.

  I nodded, reassuring myself. You can do this Amber. I caught his stare and said as firmly as I could: “I am ready, sir.” I felt the pressure of his hand lift off me, and I gasped for air.

  “Excellent, that’s exactly what I want to hear, ‘sir.’ Keep that up and you may not have to test my anger again. Tell me your name, human.”

  “My name is Amber, sir.” I said, biting my lip.

  “Amber huh? A fine name.”

  “What’s yours?” I asked, quickly adding, “sir.”

  “It doesn’t concern you. Now, take off those clothes.” He flashed a smile.

  I nodded, quickly removing the ties that held my loincloth and barely held together top. I tossed them aside, my nakedness exposed to his hungry green eyes.

  Hungry they were, dancing up and down my frame. His jaw slackened, and he moved towards me. “Say it again, say ‘sir.’”

  He pushed me down onto the table, my back slamming into it. I groaned out and felt his lips on my chest, moving around.

  “Yes, sir, whatever you want... sir.” The sensation of his green lips on my skin was something completely different, a slimy kind of texture was left from each imprint, and a spicy leftover made my skin ripple with goosebumps.

  He was nimble too, his hand cupping my breast and bringing it to his lips. I caught a moan in my throat, still barely comprehending what was going on. He pushed my legs open, his tongue slipping out of his mouth and teasing my moist skin. My breathing grew thin.

  Suddenly he stood up, walking over to the head of the iron table and grabbing my wrists. Before I even had a chance to try and wrestle them back from him, he had locked a strong wooden bar over them, barricading them above my head. I laid helpless on the iron table, my hands bound above my head, my skin naked and dewed with sweat.

  He moved back, kissing my arm and he rounded the table, his facial hair tickling my skin. His surprisingly soft lips circled my nipple, teasing it into a hard point.

  I moaned, throwing my head back into the table, lost in my own pleasure. His mouth moved down my body again, reaching the warmth between my legs.

  He inhaled deeply, taking in my scent. The hot air from his breath tickled me, flushing my cheeks. I tried to look away, but his powerful gaze held mine.

  “Mmmm... delicious. I love the way human women smell.” The orc overlord whispered, his gravelly voice vibrating through me. He dipped down for another pass, gliding his forked serpent-like tongue against my wet clit. The two wet tips of it curled against me, sliding themselves between my lips, taking in my wetness.

  I moaned, holding myself steady against the stockade, trying to balance myself. Could this really be happening? This powerful orc, taking me for a ride? I shivered at the thought, but not out of fear, not anymore.

  He chuckled, the breath from his nostrils hitting tickling the inside of my moist thighs. I felt a rumble grow inside me, his tongue deftly moving along my clit, making me shake with intensity. I mouthed, begging for more. “Take... Take me,” I began to realize the extent of what it’d be to be his queen, and I loved the idea.

  His hand clasped my thigh, holding me still as I bucked against his mouth, hurting my wrists that were still locked up. He chuckled, his voice vibrating through me, making me moan louder.

  “Careful, you don’t want to hurt yourself, that’s my job.” He said.

  He brought an orcish finger to his mouth, gliding his tongue over it. I felt the tip of it at my entrance, slowly pushing its way into me. I let out a long groan, every centimeter it pushed into me, another ounce of breath pushed out of my lungs.

  I moaned, bringing my knees together to squeeze his head, he laughed at my attempt at holding him back, and thrust his finger into me with a powerful push. I buckled, releasing him and collapsing onto the table, just letting him have his way with me.

  He pulled his wet finger out slowly, before dragging it up across my clit. Driving me wild, I nearly yelled out what I desired: “Take me! Just take me already!”

  “I thought you’d never ask,” he grinned, standing and pulling out his green cock. “But first, a little test drive.” He climbed atop the stockade, and brought his thickness to my mouth, to taste. Eagerly I slid my tongue over it, tasting his juices.

  There was something exquisite about orcish skin, a kind of texture that gave it something special. He groaned as I tasted him, the tip of my tongue dabbing the end of his cock, a long line of saliva pulling across before breaking. His hips swayed, before he pushed his cock deeper into my mouth, engulfing me. I fought back tears, mostly out of surprise.

  Regaining my composure, I glanced up and caught his gaze, before doing my best to pump my head over his shaft, being careful to swirl my tongue over the tip and around the base. He moaned, his cries of pleasure echoing throughout the damp dungeon.

  Flashing my eyes down and up his majestic body, I decided to do something a bit dangerous. I bit down on his prick, not enough to make him bleed, but enough to send a surge a message to him, a filthy invitation. He recoiled, pulling his cock out of my mouth and staring me down, trying to figure out what I had just done.

  I grinned, and before long he had gotten the message. “Rough huh? You want it like that? I can both play that game.”

  He moved back to the base of the table, grasping me by the hips and turning me over so my stomach met the cold steel. I flinched at first, before my sweaty body relaxed. He yanked me closer to the end of the table, stretching my criss-crossed elbows against the force of the stockade.

  I moaned, surprised at how pleasing the pain was. I t
urned to face him, to watch his muscles ripple through his hairy body. He slid his hand over his cock with a quick motion, before planting the tip of it against my folds.

  I nodded, almost thrusting my hips into him, despite the stretch on my arms. He plunged into me with a push, his cock filling every inch of me up, my wet folds squeezing him with every stroke. I gasped, sweat beading on my forehead. He’s going to do it, he’s going to impregnate me... I relished the thought, dreaming of raising his powerful kin in my body.

  He thrust into me, pushing my ass down against the table, the pressure of his cock pulsating against my front wall. I groaned, slamming my elbows against the table in frustration.

  “Fuck me harder! What’d I say?!”

  He sighed, driving hard into me, his cock ramming against my insides. I felt like I was going to explode, but it wasn’t enough, I needed more.

  “Harder? This isn’t hardcore enough for you?” he relented, unsheathing his cock from my body. “Come here then,” he barked, unlocking my hands from the stockade.

  He picked me up with his powerful hands. I squirmed in his arms, and tried to look around to see where he was taking me: the suspended chains.

  He rebound my wrists in the straps, which were held fast to the ceiling with thick chains. My arms were hung above my head, and my feet were fastened to chains attached to the floor.

  He could do anything he wanted, and he did. He stepped up to me, his hand groping me brazenly before he thrust his wet cock back into me. A gasp escaped my mouth, and he held his hand under my chin, catching my gaze. His green eyes bore into me, digging deep into my soul. I moaned, louder than ever before.

  He held his stare, holding me there, his cock throbbing rhythmically inside me. Our bodies were attuned to each other, and I could feel his heartbeat pulse through his chest, and his thick green monster cock. His breathing matched mine as he rocked me, the chains rattling against each other. His eyes watched mine, holding my gaze.

  My wrists burned, and I wanted so desperately to touch his face, caress him, but I knew that would be improper. He rocked me, driving his cock into me and out, each time coaxing a lustful moan out of me.

  A burning sensation rose inside me, a turmoil of broiling flame began to ascend, flowing through my body and into my hands and feet. I curled, my panting catching up with me.

  “I’m cumming!” I moaned, my hands expectedly going numb. My toes curled intensely as I felt the wave jolt through me, shaking my chains and making me shake. He held fast, squeezing my waist and demanding that I ride through it.

  My pussy clenched and unclenched his cock, coaxing his own explosive orgasm. A guttural moan escaped his mouth, and I knew this was it, the moment that would change my life forever. As he squeezed my waist, his cock exploded inside me, each pulsating drop of his orcish seed pushed into me, my vice pussy holding him inside. He pounded away a couple more times, driving more yelps out of my body before finally groaning one final time. He held his cock inside me, resting his head on my shoulder, regaining his composure.

  His breathing was rapid, but soon calmed as the storm passed. He kissed me, his lips gentle.

  He unsheathed himself from me once more, stepping down from the pedestal he had been on. While still regaining his composure, he undid my shackles from the ceiling and my feet restraints, finally letting me soothe my injured wrists and ankles.

  Finally I could touch him, the beast who had given me everything. I caressed his stubbled face and kissed him, having to go on my tip-toes to do so. He kissed me back, his soft lips feeling just right against mine.

  As I pulled away from him, he rested his hand on my stomach, and nodded.

  “It is done.”

  He shuddered, a cold child shaking him, “in nine months you will give birth to a powerful warrior, you should be proud.” He growled, his voice tickling me. He whispered in my ear something else.

  “And you will become my queen.”

  I flushed, not just at the idea, but how it felt. I would become the most powerful woman in the kingdom, and his horde of orcs would continue their rampage across the country, with me at the head of it all. We would become the new super power in the region, dominating everyone else. Just like he had dominated me.

  I smiled, placing my hand over his. “And we will be powerful together.”

  He smirked, leaning me over and picking me up. I was tired, and before we could even leave the dungeon, I passed out.

  ***

  I awoke in his claimed royal chamber. It wasn’t originally his, but it was now, and that was all that really mattered wasn’t it? Thick billowy sheets covered our naked bodies, the sun cresting over the distant mountains. He was still asleep, and my head was rested against his powerful chest, the gentle heaving of his breathing a reminder of his own exhaustion.

  I smiled, gently kissing his green skin. I didn’t want to wake him, not yet at least. The sun shined through the bay window, and cascaded over our warm bodies.

  Together, we would be powerful. Together we would be unstoppable.

  Forced by the Snow beast by Simone Beatrix

  I threw my skis into my cargo carrier on top of my Toyota Echo, latching it shut and locking it. I turned to rummage through my duffel bag, double-checking that I hadn’t forgotten my toothbrush.

  Ring~ring~ring.

  I snapped open my phone.

  “Hello?” I nudged the phone between my shoulder and cheek while I tossed my clothes about the driveway.

  “Hey Jessi, it’s Emily.”

  “How’s it going? Good to hear from you...” I mumbled into the phone.

  “Good good... Hey I don’t think I can make it this year.”

  I sighed heavily. “I have to go alone?”

  “It’s not my fault, Blake is getting all needy again. He says that he can’t stand the thought of not having me around for Christmas. He’s such a pain.”

  “Well fuck that! Just come anyway.” I scrambled to keep the phone in the nook of my shoulder.

  “Jessi...”

  “I know, I know,” I relented. There was no use. She was impossible to pull away from her boyfriend, so I was surprised when she said she could come with me this year.

  “Well, be safe out there, you never know what could happen.” Emily said. “You know, bigfoot or something!” she laughed.

  “Yeah I’m sure,” I chuckled. “I’ll be safe, I promise.” I freed my hand from my bag, and snapped my phone shut. I grinned, finding my toothbrush and feeling relief wash over me. I knew skiing would still be just as fun. Maybe more so without her tagging along. She wasn’t as proficient as me, so I had to take it easier when she was on the slopes.. I opened the trunk and tossed my bag in.

  I climbed into my car and drove off, a brisk two hour drive was all that separated me from my natural state.

  ***

  I arrived at the cabin with dusk setting in. The cabin was still closed up from when I last left it in the spring, so I parked in front of the garage and climbed out to work on freeing the garage door from the snowdrift. I was surprised at how much there was, which was a good sign. If I was surprised, there was sure to be a lot less people fighting for premium back-country skiing this week.

  Freeing the garage from the ice, I pulled the car in and walked inside. The sunset was glowing through the large windows that overlooked the lake, coating everything in an orange light. I tossed my bag on the bed and got my pajamas on.

  I stretched out on the couch, and turned the television on to check the weather. The drive was more exhausting than I expected, so I crawled into bed shortly after heating up some soup.

  If only I knew what really was in store for me that day.

  ***

  I woke early, the sunlight twinkling through the icicles hanging off the eaves.

  “Oh, this is going to be perfect.” I yawned to myself. I looked like it had snowed even more, which got my heart racing with excitement. Fresh powder, all mine. I smiled as I padded into the kitchen and cooked up some br
eakfast.

  Eggs, bacon and toast, easy enough. Filling enough.

  I got dressed quickly, tying my hair back into a ponytail. I threw some energy bars in my backpack and set off in my car. The nearest trailhead was only a couple of miles away, but if I got back later than I expected, it would be good to have my car nearby to drive back into town.

  Reaching the trailhead, the parking lot was completely empty. I parked and pulled my skis down from my roof. Soon I was strapped in and ready to go.

  Pulling my map out, I groaned. I had gone on all the paths in the area in the last couple of years, everything was the same and so boring and tame. It was time to break out of that rut. To embark on a new journey. I drew a line around the backside of a trail, circling some notable landmarks that looked like they would help me navigate my way out if I got lost.

  I folded my map back up and set off.

  ***

  Hours passed on the slopes. Time felt like it was standing still, with nature and I out there, the freshly powdered snow glinting in the sun, the soft creak of my skis against the snow.

  Without warning, the puffy white clouds darkened, seemingly building up in intensity within minutes. The snow trickled down and then began to dump.

  This wasn’t part of the plan at all.

  I went snow-blind. I couldn’t see more than a couple of feet in front of my ski tips. I tried to ease myself around with my poles, trying to find a tree to take cover near.

  Fear lurched in my stomach as I found myself flying down a hill. A slope just appeared where my pole had been, and I was shooting down it with way too much speed. Nothing could stop me, except for an impact. I shut my eyes to fight off the ice stinging them, and prayed I wouldn’t die. A tree appeared in the white haze, and I braced myself.

  I grazed the tree and tumbled forward, clipping out of my skis and collapsing in the snow.

  White filled my vision, and I passed out.