Beastmen & Shapeshifters: Three Breeding Stories

by Vivian Leigh

  Other girls? I haven’t seen a soul but these six savages. She pushed herself back against the wall, as far from him as she could get. Oh Yassine, come for me soon. She couldn’t give up hope that he was alive. She just couldn’t.

  The bandit grinned, his teeth glistening in the firelight. “You’ll learn soon, little rabbit.” He wandered back outside and left her there, back literally to the wall.

  After maybe another half-hour—it was hard to tell in the darkness—Giselle shuffled toward her from the rear of the cave.

  “Are you alright?” Margaux asked.

  “No,” Giselle said. Her tone was flat. Hard. She passed out of the mouth of the cave and sat by the fire. One of their captors came and sat beside Giselle. He passed her a piece of meat, then put a very suggestive hand on her thigh.

  Margaux watched, jealous of the other girl’s food. Her hunger consumed her.

  “Are you hungry?” a man’s voice whispered into her ear.

  Margaux jerked away. Her heart raced. The leader sat beside her, and she hadn’t heard a sound from him until he spoke. “Y-yes.”

  “If you satisfy me, I’ll let you eat all you want.”

  “I… I don’t know how.”

  He laughed. “You’ll learn. Now, do you want to eat afterward or not?”

  She nodded. Keep them happy. Give Yassine time. He’ll come for me. He will.

  He untied his trousers and tugged them down his hips. His cock hung between his legs like an oversized sausage. He took it in his fist and lifted it. It glistened in the light.

  “Suck it,” he ordered. “If you bite me, I’ll wring your neck.”

  That’s it? She bent over him, opening her mouth.

  He grabbed her hair and forced her to his dick. He tasted like sweat and musk and woman. As his shaft rubbed along her tongue, she realized she was sucking her friend’s juices off his member. He wrapped his fingers through her hair and pushed her down further, forcing himself deeper into her mouth. She gagged as his cock hit the back of her throat, but it only made him grunt. He jerked her head up and down, forcing her to move at his rhythm. She didn’t so much suck him as try not to suffocate.

  “Suck that cock, wench. That’s right.” He crammed his dick down her throat and held her there as she gagged on it.

  Margaux felt his cock get harder. He forced it even further down her throat, making her gag reflex trigger again. She gasped for air, but couldn’t breathe. Her face started to turn blue.

  “Good,” he whispered.

  He held her there until she thought her lungs would burst, then yanked his cock out of her mouth.

  She fell to her knees on the floor of the cave, spitting and choking and gagging and trying to get air into her lungs. Did he even come? Why couldn’t I have just drowned at sea? Yassine wasn’t coming. And if he did, would he want what he found?

  “I’ll be back with your dinner,” he said.

  Margaux nodded. Her stomach still ached, but not nearly as much as her heart. He returned a moment later and dropped a sizzling chunk of meat in front of her.

  “Eat it,” he said.

  “My hands?” They still felt numb behind her back.

  He shrugged. “If you’re hungry, you’ll eat.” He waited until she flopped forward, eating it off the floor like she was some kind of animal. She felt so vulgar, but her stomach ached for food. She ate the meat, gristle and all.

  “You’ll get more tomorrow if you satisfy me.” He left her there, alone and hungry. The smell of the food made her guts wrench, and she lay on the rug, crying until she fell asleep.

  ***

  The evening dusk crept in on the camp. The bandits had taken their fun with Giselle the night before, but Margaux knew it would be her turn soon. They hadn’t so much as mentioned signs of other survivors, and her hope was fading. She had spent the day tied up in the cave and her arms ached. They didn’t ache as much as her stomach, though.

  The leader and two of his goons sat with Margaux and Giselle around the fire. Grease dripped down Margaux’s chin. She sucked the rib bone clean and sucked the fat from her fingers.

  “Can I have another?” she asked.

  “No,” the leader said. “If you eat too much, you’ll be spoiled for later.” He tore a piece of meat from the bone in his hand and chewed it, watching her.

  Margaux nodded at the goon on the left. “He said there are other women. Are you going to take us to them?”

  “Mayhap tomorrow. Or the next day. The boss needs to get his fill of you first.”

  Her heart sank.

  A figure emerged from the darkness and trotted up to the group. His eyes glowed yellow in the firelight. Something about him made her skin crawl. This whole group had some aura about it she couldn’t understand, but it felt like something deeper, something darker, than just a group of bandits.

  “Boss, some more folks made it off the ship.” He wheezed, clearly out of breath.

  Margaux’s heart raced. She slid closer to Giselle. Yassine!

  “Where’s Luckless and Wormfinger?”

  “Luckless done caught an arrow,” the new arrival said. “He’s working his way back. Wormfinger is laying low and watching. I figured you’d want to know.”

  “How’d he catch an arrow? No one coming off that boat ought to have a bow.”

  “He went in close to get a…” He looked at the girls, then leaned in closer to his leader and whispered in his ear.

  The leader shook his head. “That stupid cur.” He stood and rolled his shoulders. “Ruddy, you stay with the wenches. Snivel, Mange, you’re with me.” He looked at the new arrival. “Lead the way.”

  The underlings filed after the new arrival, but the leader stopped at the edge of the fire light. “Ruddy, the young one is mine. Don’t spoil her or I’ll be very angry.”

  Ruddy nodded, his expression eager. “Yes, boss.”

  The leader disappeared into the darkness. Ruddy turned to Giselle. “He didn’t saying nothing about you. You’re already spoilt.” He forced his way between Giselle and Margaux and sat.

  Margaux tensed. With the others gone, this was their chance. She coiled her legs under her, ready to fling him into the fire as soon as he turned his back.

  She shoved into him, knocking him toward the flames. Somehow he caught his balance and pulled his legs under him.

  He whirled around and glared. “You’ll pay for that, princess. Oh yes, you will.” He backhanded her and knocked her over the log. He leapt after her and was on her before the pain even hit home. His dark silhouette towered over her. “You’re mine now.”

  “Wait,” Giselle said.

  “I ain’t waiting for nothing,” Ruddy said. He pawed at Margaux’s dress, forcing it up her legs. A feral growl rose deep in his throat.

  “Your boss won’t be happy if you take her,” Giselle said.

  Ruddy growled. “I reckon you’re right.” He dragged Margaux to her feet. He grabbed Giselle’s arm and jerked her up, too.

  He led them into the cave and flung Margaux down on a mottled animal skin. The rope they had bound her with before lay against the opposite wall.

  He pointed to Giselle. “Lay down. If you so much as move, I’ll make you wish you were never born.” He glared at Margaux. “On your knees, wench.” He jerked her wrists behind her back. With one hand he held her there, and with the other he groped her chest. His hands felt rough, even through the cotton of her dress. The smell of his breath made her gorge rise.

  “You’ll be a fine one when the master is through. There’s fire in your belly. Be more in your belly by the time we’re done, though.” He laughed. The rope tightened painfully around her wrists. He shoved her forward, face down on the rug. Her ass puckered as he squeezed her cheek and his thumb pressed against her hole. “Maybe the boss won’t mind if I take you in the back hole.” He forced his thumb deeper, making her wince. “Then again, maybe he will.” The ropes on her ankles tightened.

  He slapped her hard on the ass, bringing tears to
her eyes. “Try to push me in the fire, will you?” He smacked her again, fire spreading from her cheeks. “I’ll talk to the boss. When he’s through with you, I’ll teach you some manners, I will.”

  He stripped out of his tunic, revealing lithe muscles. He untied his pants and wriggled his hips until they slid down over his well-muscled legs. In the dim light of the cave, he moved with grace that Margaux hadn’t noticed by the firelight. He prowled forward toward Giselle. His cock hung thick between his legs, and as he approached the sprawled woman, it grew harder and more erect.

  Ruddy crouched over Giselle. “Take off your dress,” he growled. She pulled it off over her head and lay back on the rug. She spread her legs and ran a hand down the inside of her thigh. Ruddy leered at her nude form, but she only smiled back. His chest shook as he knelt over her and lowered his body to hers.

  Margaux noticed a twinkle in the other woman’s eye. She was giving in too easily; she had to be up to something. Giselle pursed her lips as Ruddy entered her. His ass raised up and down as he thrust in and out of her pussy. The interplay of muscles from his legs, over the smooth swell of his ass, and up through his shoulders made Margaux strangely excited. Even his spanking her didn’t bother her. Her revulsion didn’t evaporate, but at the same time she felt a twinge of arousal. There was something feral, something magical when he was nude. She felt like her mind wasn’t entirely her own.

  Ruddy’s back heaved up and down, his panting filled the cave. Giselle wrapped her legs around him. Her hips bucked into his thrusts. Margaux wished her hands were free. In her head, she didn’t see Ruddy at all. She saw Yassine. And it wasn’t Giselle under him, it was her. She could feel herself getting wet. She ached to stroke herself, to dip her fingers into her slick channel.

  Giselle whimpered. She clawed her hands across Ruddy’s back, leaving long red stripes on his skin.

  “Ungh,” Ruddy groaned. He threw his hips at her, grinding himself down into her pussy.

  Giselle squealed and her hands clawed at his ass. Ruddy mashed his mouth into Giselle’s, cutting off her screams. He thrust again, once, twice, a third time, then he shuddered to a stop and collapsed onto her, his back still heaving.

  Margaux wriggled, trying to get Giselle’s attention. The other woman finally looked over, the light in her eyes dim. Margaux jerked her head toward the entrance of the cave. Should we make a break for it? She willed the other girl to understand her.

  Giselle flicked her head ever so slightly back and forth. No, not yet.

  So we wait then. Just don’t make us wait too long. They’ll be back soon.

  After a while, snores rose from Ruddy. They grew quickly until it seemed like the noise filled the cave. Giselle pulled her hands in close to her side and slid them under Ruddy’s shoulders. She pushed against him, but his much larger body hardly moved.

  Come on, girl, roll him.

  Giselle positioned her hands again. She grunted mightily, and lifted him enough that she was able to wriggle up until her torso was free and his head rested in her lap. She very gently lifted his head and slid her legs free.

  “I don’t know how long he’ll sleep,” Giselle said as she unknotted Margaux’s ropes.

  “Should we just hide in the woods and wait for the survivors?”

  “We can’t. They’ll find us.” She led Margaux out of the cave and pointed into the darkness. “I think the other women are that way. We need to find them and free them. That should slow down the men.”

  Margaux nodded. Maybe Giselle wasn’t broken after all. She followed her away from the cave and into the night.

  ***

  A wisp of smoke rose from the chimney of a large hut. Margaux followed Giselle toward it. She could tell the other woman was hurting. Her gait didn’t have the easy grace it used to have. A crumbling barn sat beyond the hut. A clearing lay between them; moonlight filtered through the scudding clouds and illuminated a pair of cows huddled against each other near a well.

  Giselle crept forward toward the hut, careful to stay in the shadows. Their faded white dresses didn’t lend themselves to sneaking, but no one seemed to be watching. She stopped under a shuttered window. Margaux stopped behind her.

  Margaux inspected the wooden shutters and didn’t see any kind of lock. They slipped forward, around the corner, and to the door. Nothing kept it barred closed, at least not from the outside. The larger of the two cows lowed and shuffled behind the well, getting as far from them as the tether would allow.

  Giselle rapped on the door. Footsteps thumped inside. The door opened to reveal a sallow faced woman with enormous bosoms.

  She squinted at the women on her doorstep. “Who are you lot then?”

  “We were going to free you, but… It doesn’t look like you need it,” Giselle said. She eased further up the steps and looked past the woman and into the hut.

  “Free me?” She laughed and turned to face the room behind her. “They’s two slips of a woman out here that says they here to free us.”

  Another woman, this one younger and prettier, came up behind the first. She held a baby on her hip. “Are you from Guilder?”

  “We’re going to Guilder,” Giselle said. “We’re not from Guilder.”

  “Do you have soldiers with you?” the older one asked.

  “No, we just escaped the bandits,” Giselle said. “There are sailors from our ship, though.”

  “With weapons?” The younger one looked eager.

  “We don’t know,” Margaux said. “We’re not sure how many survived the shipwreck.”

  The younger one’s face fell. She patted the baby possessively and trudged away, back into the hut.

  “They knows about you already? You don’t have no chance at getting away from them men if you don’t have no soldiers with you.” The older woman laughed again, making her breasts heave. “You tell ‘em Mattie told you to crawl back into that cave and lay down with your legs spread. There ain’t no escaping from the likes of them.” She shut the door in their faces.

  “Should we try the other hut?” Margaux asked.

  “No. We should go.” Giselle hobbled away from the huts. “Something isn’t right about this. Those women are too resigned to their fate, like they’ve tried to run before.”

  “I’m not staying here to be anyone’s slave,” Margaux said.

  “Agreed. We’ll go as far as we can, as fast as we can. The sailors can distract the bandits.”

  “But Yassine…”

  “He’ll be fine. We’ll watch for him.”

  Margaux followed her friend into the darkness. She looked like a ghost, flitting through the shadows in her dirty white dress. Margaux feared that need to do more than look like ghosts if they wanted to survive the night without being recaptured.

  ***

  Margaux nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard the wolf howl. It couldn’t have been more than a mile or two behind them. They stumbled onward, too tired to keep jogging.

  The second howl came from somewhere closer. “We’re caught,” Giselle gasped, as she dropped to rump on the forest floor.

  “Caught?” Margaux asked. “Wolves don’t hunt people”

  “These wolves do. They’re toying with us.”

  “Well, get a stick. We’ll fight them off. I’m not escaping from that cave just to get eaten. If we can fend them off, Yassine will come for us.”

  Giselle laughed. “Are you well in the head?”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” As soon as she asked it, a wolf trotted into view. It stood off a few dozen paces. Moonlight reflected off the wolf’s yellow eyes. Margaux grabbed a fallen branch about as big around as her wrist and brandished it at the wolf. “Stay back.”

  The wolf trotted toward her, then circled off to the side and out of view. Margaux turned with it, trying to make out the creature’s shape. It growled, somewhere in the darkness.

  “Just drop the stick,” Giselle said. “All you’re going to do is make him angry.”

  “I’m not go
ing to just—”

  The wolf sprang out of the darkness toward her. She swung the branch as best she could, but it ducked under and darted past. It leapt for her again, and as she was about to smack it, the wolf just…

  Changed.

  One second it was a snarling animal and the next it was a snarling man with yellow eyes. It clicked into place. Ruddy.

  He slapped the branch aside and bowled into her. She landed flat on her back and out of breath. Ruddy landed on top of her. He straddled her and wrapped his hands around her neck. He stared deep into her eyes.

  “You and me, we’re going to have us a good ol’ time, little wench.” He licked his lips.

  He yanked at her dress, pulling it painfully against her shoulders. The material gave way with a shriek, and shredded from her neck, over her breasts, and to her stomach. Ruddy clawed it away, stripping her down to her shift. He growled deep in his throat, when he saw it, then tore it, too, away.

  Margaux quivered beneath him. What kind of man can turn into a wolf? She watched as he stripped out of his tunic and pants and stood over her, much as he had stood over Giselle a few hours before. His cock stood thick and erect before him. A thin line of drool ran down his chin as she gazed at her nude body.

  “Feel free to scream,” he said. “It makes me harder.” He grinned, his teeth huge and white, more the teeth of a wolf, than a man.

  Margaux’s heart nearly stopped. There’s really no escape. She closed her eyes and gathered her courage. If I can please him, maybe it will give Giselle a chance to run. She felt him crouch over her. His rough hands pawed at her breasts.

  “Keep ‘em closed if you want,” he said. She heard him spit, and felt his now-wet hand rub her lips.

  She willed herself to get moist. She imagined he was Yassine, that they were lovers at a forest tryst.

  She screamed when he pushed his dick into her. Her pussy was so tight and he was so big and it hurt so much. She clawed at the dress that lay around her, feeling the dirt and sticks beneath it.

  Ruddy laughed and pressed his face to her neck. She felt his breath, then his lips. He kissed her from her collarbone to the corner of her mouth. His mouth was on hers, warmer and softer than she’d imagined. His tongue forced its way into her mouth. It’s Yassine. It’s Yassine. She blanked her mind and made herself belief he was her lover come to rescue her.