Devilish Dot

by Jaid Black

  Blinking out of the trance-like state that had engulfed her, she held a palm to her forehead and whimpered. Either she was in a coma in some intensive care unit having one hell of a delusional dream or that last orgasm Dirk had given her had blown her mind—literally.

  “Wake up, Dot,” she whispered, her unblinking eyes staring up at the four crimson moons. “This isn’t happening.”

  A lightning-fast movement caught her attention from out of her peripheral vision. Frightened, her heart skipped a beat as her head whiplashed to the right to see what that movement had been caused by. She sucked in a breath.

  A man. A naked man. A naked man with…with…pearly white skin, black eyes, and a—holy shit! He/It had a tail!

  Dirk—arrg! What have you done to me?

  And then there was another. And another. And another. And another.

  Dot’s heart slammed in her chest as five of these…these—things—had her small, gray sedan surrounded. All five looked hungry, practically drooling as they took in the sight of her. They wanted to eat her, she hysterically thought. They were gazing at her like sushi.

  “Oh my God!”

  Screaming, Dot floored the gas pedal in an effort to outrace the creatures. Beads of perspiration broke out on her forehead and between her breasts as she frantically drove to anywhere.

  Faster! Faster!

  She drove aimlessly forward, not caring where the path led to so long as it didn’t lead to any more of those things. But the men-beasts were bone-chillingly fast. Taking to all fours, they followed her. And—oh God!—caught up with her. Eighty miles an hour and they had caught up to her!

  Dot’s throat issued a final blood-curdling shriek for help as the creatures attacked the car, one jumping onto the hood and hissing while another pulled off the driver’s side door to the sedan on a hungry growl.

  Help me! Oh God—somebody help me!

  Chapter Three

  It didn’t take the creatures long to overpower her. The car veered and swerved, Dot’s mind too hysterical to scream, too frightened to do anything but try and regain control of the sedan.

  This isn’t happening! What are these things?

  Men with tails. Black, fathomless eyes, white skin, hugely aroused dicks, and…tails! Out of all the horror and incredulity of the situation, it was the tails that she couldn’t seem to work past. They looked like something out of an extremely weird (but highly creative) writer’s imagination.

  The creature that had managed to pull the driver’s side door clean off the hinges was the biggest of the bunch. Huge, in fact. He had to stand in the vicinity of six and a half to seven feet tall. And sweet lord did he look hungry. Oh God! She didn’t even want to contemplate what would happen to her if the beast-man managed to get her out of the sedan. Sushi-city.

  Not even ten seconds later, nightmare became reality when, on a growl, the leader of the pack of creatures snatched Dot straight out of the car and into his awaiting arms. Screaming, she paled to a shade of white that could almost rival that of the beast-man’s coloring.

  “Let me go!” she cried, tears welling in her eyes as she beat her comparatively tiny fists against his naked chest. Blood pounded in her ears. Her heart was racing so fast she felt close to hyperventilating. “OhmyGodOhmyGodOhmy—”

  Dot let out a yelp as the creature let her drop to the ground and onto her butt. She quickly shuffled up to her knees, her eyes round, her long, light brown hair tangled and disheveled.

  “Please,” she whimpered, her teeth chattering. “Don’t kill me.” She was freezing cold, but the adrenaline kept her insides warm. From somewhere deep down inside she found the courage to look up, to meet the leader of this pack of things in the eye. He didn’t seem to comprehend what she was saying—or care to understand it. His pupil-less black gaze made it impossible to determine that; it was the strange way he’d cocked his head that had made her realize he couldn’t understand a word she’d said. And yet again, against all hope, she softly begged, “Please…”

  Within the blink of an eye, all five of the creatures were on her, forcing her to her feet and tearing at her clothes. She tried to run, but again they pounced, easily catching her and eagerly ripping her pink suit and undergarments from her body until she was totally naked. The beast-men dragged her—kicking, naked, and screaming—from out of the icy valley and into a nearby cave.

  “Help meeeeeee!” she wailed. “Please somebody help meeeeeeee!”

  Fear the likes of which Dot had never before known engulfed her. Either these things wanted to rape her or they’d shredded her clothes to bits because it made devouring her flesh easier. Each scenario—or worse both scenarios—were equally distressing.

  Her heartbeat raced so fast that dizziness consumed her. Perspiration once again broke out on her forehead and between her breasts. Ice-cold terror lanced through her as the five male creatures forced her to the ground and pinned her to it.

  Earlier in the evening, Dot had succumbed to fainting because she’d experienced what she assumed was a temporary concussion. This time she thankfully, mercifully, fainted out of fear. Her last memory before unconsciousness took over was of her legs being harshly spread apart…and of a male head diving between her legs. Of all the places to dine on her flesh—

  Just let me pass out! Oh thank you, God, for letting me faint…

  * * * * *

  Vaidd Zyon heard his Bloodmate’s screams echo throughout the mountains. Anger and possessiveness, mingled with terror at the thought of losing his vorah before he’d even found her, made his already swift wings swoop up and down all the faster. A merciless growl rumbled up from his throat, his fangs and talons visible and ready to kill.

  He could not lose her—would not lose her. Without her…

  He chose not to contemplate it. There was, for any evolved male of learned dimensions, but one. Only one female who could complete him, who could bare his offspring, whose mind and soul could meld with his.

  ‘Twas said the warriors of Trek Mi Q’an knew naught but darkness and hopelessness without the finding of their mate. Verily, a Khan-Gori male knew seven lifetimes whereas a warrior knew but one—’twas naught worse than seven lifetimes spent in darkness and defeat.

  His Bloodmate was still several hundred miles off. It could take a few hours to reach her. Mayhap she’d encountered a sentinel and found herself at its mercy. Mayhap—

  Vaidd frowned when his acute senses picked up the scent of the males causing his vorah to screech. Verily, he couldn’t fathom her fright. ‘Twas but a pack of harmless, hungry male yenni! Why fear weak creatures such as those? It made no sense.

  Unless…

  Vaidd’s heart all but stopped for a moment when he realized his Bloodmate was not of this galaxy, not even of this dimension. He’d been so intoxicated with need and aroused by her scent that it never once occurred to him ‘twas the scent of a female primitive bewitching him. This explained his Bloodmate’s fear of the yenni. She harbored no knowledge of what they were or of how they fed.

  His already aroused cock swelled impossibly harder, longer, and thicker. He had heard tales of what ‘twas like to bed a primitive. Verily, a male he knew from another pack had claimed one as his Bloodmate. So heady were the tales that before Vaidd had gone into the sleep of the dead, he’d been told by members of his own pack that they were planning a scouting party to primitive, first-dimension earth to look for their vorahs.

  ‘Twas said a primitive female could nigh unto suck a Barbarian blind—and ruthlessly fuck him in the bed furs. ‘Twas also said that, unlike females of this dimension, primitives were harder to tame.

  Vaidd absently licked his fangs as he considered the reality that was his. Five hundred and one Yessat Years he’d spent without his one. But the gods and goddesses had smiled down upon him whilst he was in gorak.

  A primitive. A female primitive.

  And she was his.

  * * * * *

  Dot gasped, semi-regaining consciousness on a hard orgasm.
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  “Dirk?” she whimpered, groggy eyelids fluttering open as her breathing grew labored. She moaned as her large nipples hardened, the areolas jutting up into stiff, pink points.

  No—not Dirk. Freddy-The-Fish. Yes. Yes, of course.

  Duh! she thought, her eyelids fanning shut on a dreamy smile. How could she have not recognized the realistic feel of the very cunnilingus toy she’d created with her own two hands?

  Slurp. Slurp. Slurp. Sluuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrp.

  Dot frowned. She couldn’t recall Freddy ever being able to make sounds with his mouth. A worthy idea, she mentally conceded. Perhaps the newer model she was working on could…

  She stilled. Memories jolted through her.

  A car crash. Fog. Icy mountains. Bone-chilling coldness. Four crimson moons. Man-things with big dicks—and tails!

  Her eyelids flew open on a soft cry, her brown gaze traveling down her body—and between her legs. “Holy shit,” she mumbled.

  They were down there. All five of those…those—things. And they were lapping at her pussy juice like it was a meal or something.

  Her heart began to race. Her breasts heaved up and down.

  On a groan, Dot slapped a palm to her forehead. “I’ve lost it!” she wailed. She grimly wondered if the losing of one’s mind was a fate common to any woman who hadn’t been almost-laid in four years and totally laid in eight. She had given up on finding a man so now her delusional brain was creating fictional males for her—five of them no less!

  But what the hell is with the tails!?

  Dot decided that that particular aspect of the delusion had to be Freudian in nature. Perhaps she shouldn’t have dumped her shrink so quickly after all.

  But this feels so real…

  A low, warning growl issued from one of the males. Dot’s forehead wrinkled. She recognized that male. He was the one she had, for some reason, thought of as the leader of the pack of creatures when she’d first encountered them.

  And, indeed, he was. At his growl, the other four males whimpered and scampered away from Dot’s body while the biggest of the beast-men continued lapping at her pussy, licking up all her juices. Her breathing grew impossibly heavier. Torn between fear and arousal, she didn’t know what to do. She didn’t even know if this was real. It just couldn’t be! It felt real, but, clearly, situations such as this one were out of the realm of every day reality and more like a perverse episode straight from The Twilight Zone. She half expected to hear Rod Serling’s voice echo throughout the cave she was being held a sexual hostage in at any given moment.

  Slurp. Slurp. Slurp. Sluuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrp.

  The more juice the manimal licked up, the bigger his penis grew. Beads of perspiration broke out on Dot’s forehead at the realization of it. Was he going to penetrate her now? Oh sweet lord—nooooo! She didn’t want that to happen. Not even in a dream.

  Get up and run! Run, Dot! This isn’t a dream!

  Her mind was screaming that this odd situation was real. Her psyche gave her many reasons for believing as much, but it was the stark coldness of the cavern floor that underlined the horrifying fact this was really happening. Throughout her thirty-five years she’d experienced every sort of nightmare and pleasant imagining there was to be had in the world of slumber, but never once had she been able to feel such acute tactile sensations as bitter coldness.

  It was real. She didn’t know the how. She didn’t comprehend the why. She had no idea where she was. But this was real.

  Oh God.

  Dot jarred herself upright into a sitting position, her eyes wide and her heart racing. Within the blink of an eye, the other four males were growling and attacking her, bodily forcing her to her back. One of the man-beasts sat behind her and stretched her arms out high above her head so that her breasts were thrust upward, a sexual offering to the others. Her pink nipples stabbed up into the air from a combination of cold and the orgasm she’d been awoken to.

  “Stop it!” she screamed, hysteria rising. She struggled with everything she had in her, all to no avail. “Please—please let me go!”

  A set of male lips found one erect nipple. His tongue snaked out, latched around it, and drew it in to the heat of his mouth. She whimpered. A second male mouth found her other nipple, again, making her whimper. By the time a third tongue touched her, the skinny, silky muscle invading her anus, she cried out, half moaning and half whining. God help her, she didn’t know if the sound was from fright, arousal, or both.

  The fifth male—the alpha male of this horde of creatures—stared at her splayed open pussy. He practically salivated as he watched it puff up and glisten. But he did nothing. Just sat there and stared at it, his fathomless black eyes in an almost trance-like state.

  Dot groaned as the tongue in her anus fully penetrated her. It slid back and forth as if fucking her, slowly and with a sensuousness that was at odds with the force of the situation. She’d never felt anything like it before. She was frightened beyond comprehension, yet couldn’t keep from moaning any sooner than she could keep from breathing.

  The mouths at her breasts suckled her erect nipples harder. She gasped, her back involuntarily arching. That only served to thrust her breasts up like an offering, giving the creatures better access to her stiff nipples. They suckled them like lollipops, never tiring, each lick seemingly better to them than the last. The tongue in her anus kept up its slow, steady rhythm, driving her insane with a bizarre combination of terror and desire.

  “Oh God,” Dot breathed out. “Please…stop…stop…stop.”

  Her voice trailed off, fading more with each spoken word. Her entire body felt like it was on fire, being consumed by erotic, if perverse, flames. The creatures kept up their sucking, licking, and stroking. The smallest of the men-beasts continued to hold her hands high above her head so she couldn’t move. All she could do was lie there and take it, her body being worked into a tight pitch of sensual nerve endings and sensations.

  Her heart slammed against her chest. Her ragged breaths turned into steady moans. She tried to twist and turn, to escape the erotic ache being forced upon her, but the more she struggled the more intense the sexual longing became. The creatures sucked harder.

  And harder. And harder.

  The alpha male went in for the kill.

  On a low growl, the leader of the creatures buried his head between Dot’s thighs. She shouted out a warbled cry as his long, silky tongue stroked her clit. She screamed when his mouth latched around the sensitive piece of flesh and suckled it hard. He showed her no mercy, knowing as he had to that she was close to coming. He slurped her clit into his mouth over and over, again and again. Faster and faster and—

  Dot burst into a million proverbial pieces, a violent orgasm ripping from her belly. “Oh God,” she gasped, blood rushing to her face, nipples, and cunt. Her nipples poked up so high it was at once pleasurable and painful. Her breathing was so ragged she feared fainting again. “Oh God.”

  Then, just like before, all five of the creatures scampered between her legs to lap at the flow of her juices with their long, skinny tongues. And, again just like before, the warning growl of the alpha male scared the others off.

  The alpha male dined on her—literally—alone. He lapped up every bit of juice there was to extract from Dot, milking her like the teat of a damn cow. His cock grew in size and fierceness with each and every drop he took from her. She worried once again if now was when it—the thing—meant to rape her.

  It didn’t.

  The sexual process repeated itself. Again. And again. And again. Early morning darkness became twilight and twilight became sunrise.

  By the time Dot reached brutal orgasm number five, she had no juice left in her to give. The creatures must have realized as much for just that quickly they withdrew and she was forgotten.

  Feeling weak and depleted, Dot sat up, open-jawed, as she warily watched the pack of beast-men scurry out of the cave they’d drug her into. Just like that. Weird. They’d made her come five times
and then they left. They are men all right! There was no other word for the incredulousness of the situation other than weird.

  She must have sat there a solid five minutes trying to make heads or tails of what had just transpired—and why. No answers were coming.

  Snapping out of the daze that had engulfed her, Dot blinked and, feeling weak-kneed, dragged herself up to her feet. Her clothes had been torn to shreds. Without five warm hands, bodies, and tongues keeping her body temperature up, the bitter coldness of the environment began seeping into her bones.

  She was drained of energy, but she recognized that she needed to get out of the cave and into her car—and as far away from this weird place as possible. A gnawing, gut-wrenching feeling inside told her escape from this bizarre world wouldn’t be so easy as that, but there had to be a way. She just needed to find it.

  Where there is an in, she mentally reminded herself as she walked on wobbly legs toward the cavern entrance, there is also an out. Figuring out where she was and how she’d gotten here wasn’t nearly as important as finding that out.

  Naked and shivering, Dot slowly, cautiously, crept out of the concealment of the cave. Her eyes nervously darted back and forth as she looked for her car.

  Chapter Four

  There it was. The sedan.

  Shaky legs or no shaky legs, Dot dashed from the semi-protection the cave offered and toward her car as fast as her feet would carry her. Her large breasts bobbed up and down so fast that it hurt, but she didn’t care. She just wanted to get inside her car.

  And as far away from this horrible place as possible.

  “Almost there,” she panted, running faster. She could hear the crunch of freshly fallen snow under her feet but paid it no attention. She held her arms against her chest to keep her breasts from bobbing every which way. “Keep moving.”

  It was bitterly cold, snow and ice surrounding her on all sides. Her feet were so chilled they were numb, her skin a shield of goosebumps. She ignored everything, concentrated only on getting to her sedan.