Used by the Mutants: Rough Monster BDSM

by Claudia Balvenie

  “Condoms?” One of the men shouted from the crowd.

  The rest of the men laughed in response. “Condoms? Oh no, men. She says that a human hybrid isn't possible. So empty your nuts deep inside this womb, boys.” The chief laughed, pinching hard on my rear.

  I wasn't quite sure I liked his tone of voice, but still I felt certain it was impossible. Besides, I couldn't help it. The idea of being completely full of these men, of their thick, warm juices just did it for me. I could feel my body tightening in response. I was ready, I wanted them.

  “Now, men, before we begin, as always, we must ask for her permission. We are not savages, are we?”

  Shouts arose from the crowd, yelling that they were civilized. But it was the “as always” that concerned me. What was he talking about?

  “And so, my pet, do you consent to us using your body for our own depraved pleasure?”

  He leaned forward before me, expectantly. “I... I do.”

  A cheer erupted from the men, and I felt a talon slip underneath my shirt. “Remember, you can always stop this if you change your mind!” He ripped forward, tearing my filthy shirt from my chest, making my breasts spill free onto the sawhorse. The men became even more rambunctious.

  The chief moved lower, once again slipping his claw underneath my shorts. He yanked once, and twice, making slits down either side. With one easy motion he was able to rip my destroyed shorts and underwear free, tossing them to the crowd, as they grew even more rambunctious.

  For the first time, they could see my slit. I felt them crowding around, talking amongst themselves. A pair of sharp claws pulled at my tender folds, spreading them for the men to see. I tried to turn around, watch what they were doing, but was pinned forward by my collar.

  One man pulled away from the show and moved in front of me, straddling the sawhorse. He grabbed the back of my head and pressed it against his crotch, hard. “Don't worry about the men down there,” he hissed. “I still want that sweet mouth of yours.”

  He was clothed still, but I could feel the outline of his own massive prick struggling against the thick khaki material. He used his hands to run my mouth along him, pressing it hard against me. But I couldn't help feeling what the men were doing between my legs. Claws explored my most intimate areas, flicking dangerously against my clit, slipping inside my tight canal.

  “Is she too small for you, Chief?” Asked one of the tribesmen.

  “Not for long.” He laughed. I felt something else then, something huge, thick and insistent, slowly running along my already dripping slit. Slowly, up and down, it teased me, lubricating itself with my own juices.

  In front of me the man unzipped his jeans, reaching one of his talons inside, pulling his dick free. He danced it in front of my mouth, smacking my cheeks with the heavy, blood-filled organ. It was huge, a dark greenish-brown, with a scattering of scales at the very base. He laughed at the way my eyes widened. Yes, I'd seen the video, but I didn't remember the scale of the cock. I couldn't believe that I was able to take it.

  It was so distracting that I hadn't noticed the chief was setting himself up at the entrance to my canal. I was dripping wet, but he was still so big, so terribly big. But it didn't matter. He was going to have me, he'd sworn as much. He was going to ruin me for any human ever again. He was going to fill me up with his juices, so full that I couldn't help but get pregnant. My body wanted it. My body was already contracting, urging him forward.

  He took it for a signal, thrusting his hips forward. I screamed, and the one at my lips decided to silence me, shoving himself deep inside as I tried to shriek. I was suddenly full of their opposing cocks, fuller than I'd ever been before.

  But neither was even closed to their end. Behind me I felt the chief pull out, then thrust inside again, forcing my body to accept his monstrous, scaled cock. I swear I could feel my bones move, trying to accommodate so much inside. I knew I was elastic, but this was frighteningly large.

  A grunt behind me and yet another inch was slammed inside. Another scream, and the one at my mouth pushed himself inside even further, already reaching the back of my throat. And so they took turns, each fighting for every precious inch of my tight, tiny body. Behind me I swore he'd reached the end, as much room as I had available, but he kept going, finding even deeper to push himself into. And at my mouth, I felt him move my face, so that he could push even deeper down my throat.

  And suddenly, at some signal between the two, the fucking began in earnest. Claws pinned my hips, no doubt breaking the skin with their tight grip. The talons at my head kept moving me in just the rhythm he desired, using my body as nothing but a toy for his desires.

  And so I was pounded from both ends, each man slamming in, lost in their own ecstasy. At some point they found a rhythm they both liked, and the sawhorse began rocking back and forth in their savage thrusts. As one man pulled me in, the other jerked me back, over and over, until at my mouth I felt his dick begin to flinch, the rhythm lost. He would not last much longer.

  So I began to suck. It was difficult around something so large, but I guess I'd gotten the practice in the day before. And the monster who was savaging my mouth lost himself. I heard a shriek, and he jerked, spraying his juices down my esophagus, so deep that I didn't even have to swallow them. But he wasn't done. As he pulled forward, he kept exploding, a second wave and a third filling my mouth so full that I struggled to not gag.

  The sight of me drinking down that juice caused the chief to redouble his efforts. I had a hand on each side of the sawhorse, trying to keep myself as steady as he could as he used my hole. He'd stretched me so much, so wide. I knew how tight I was for him. But when I began to clinch down on him, he too couldn't keep up his effort. He slammed over and over, and I kept clinching him, hard, and I felt him slip even deeper inside, something I never would have expected on such a massive dick. But when he finally erupted, he was so deep that I felt his balls slamming against my clit, making my own cries echo his own.

  He slowly pulled free, and true to his word, I was so full of his juices that I could feel them following him out, dripping out of my hole. I felt it slowly re-knitting itself, tightening itself back up. I heard the chief behind me, as he patted my rear. “So tight, so wonderfully tight. You were such an amazing find, my pet.”

  I could hear him tuck himself back in as he moved to my front. He knelt before me, laying a talon upon my cheek. “I'm growing rather fond of you, human. Perhaps when you are carrying my child I can convince you to stay with us.”

  I chuckled softly, not willing to commit to anything. “We shall see.”

  Something crossed his features, something I couldn't interpret. Then he stood, slowly making his way back to the throne. “Enjoy her, boys!”

  Cheers once more erupted from the men, as they now had a new hole to enjoy. I felt men pushing each other out of the way, fighting over my pussy. Another creature stood before me, pulling down his jeans and pointing his tremendous green dick right at me. He slowly ran it over my lips before forcing it down my mouth.

  I had no idea who'd won the fight behind me, but suddenly I felt something being thrust, deep inside. Though he was not as large as the chief, he made up for it in gusto. Over and over he plunged, those scales so hard that I could feel them brushing against my nether lips. His balls smashed into my clit, once again making me cry out.

  But there were so many men, and only one of me. I felt others guiding my hands to their dicks, wrapping me around them, using my body for any hole it had available, save the one they were forbidden from using. The frenzy continued, as one man finished in my mouth, and was replaced by another. I felt the trembling rush as another exploded inside my womb, and was pushed aside for yet another monster to use it brutally.

  The ones at my hands didn't care where they came, as long as it was on me. Their juices were tossed at me from the sides, covering my back, my hair, my breasts. All the while I was pinned, unable to even adjust my body, used only for their pleasure.

 
; And so the night moved on, but the men never stopped. How many hours had they used my body? A pool of their juices had formed below me, as it dripped off my body, from my holes. My hair was coated in their mutant sperm. One orgasm was not enough for any of them, no, they would use and abuse my body until they had milked themselves dry. Even the chief used me again and again, though true to his word he only used my tight canal. And even after so much use I could still feel him stretching me open every time. He was just so big.

  I must have passed out at some point, because when I opened my eyes again, the sun was beginning to rise. The chief was pressing a cup of some strange mixture into my hands.

  “Drink. You will be sore tomorrow if you don't.”

  “It is tomorrow...” I protested, but I could tell he was right. My body protested every movement. Juices flowed freely down my legs.

  “You need some rest my pet. When you awaken, we will take your last virginity.”

  I nodded, gulping down the strange liquid. I was so tired, my head was swimming. He gestured to some of the men to come forward, cleaning me up.

  Soon I will have finished my final day with these creatures. They would use my body one final time.

  I wasn't sure if I was pleased or disappointed.

  Like this story? Continue The Mutants series:

  Excerpt from The Mutants 1, Caught by the Mutants:

  I had a moment to wonder. Was I really doing this? How long had I avoided the muties. How long had I stayed to the shadows. And now, what, I was going to be fucked by the werereptiles?

  But as he pulled that monstrous cock free, I knew that there was a dark, primitive part of my mind that did, indeed, want this. That craved it. His dick was as camouflaged as the rest of his body, a dark green at the head that pulsed with the blood that raced to it. This seemed to be the only place on his body that was not covered in scales. Indeed, they seemed to taper off about half way up the length.

  I had a moment to wonder if it worked the same as it did prior to his mutation before he grabbed one of my hands, pulling it forward. As I wrapped it around the base, he shuddered, and I heard murmuring begin around us. The warriors had circled closer to watch, the deer roasting upon the spit, forgotten.

  Excerpt from The Mutants 3, Bound to the Mutants:

  “Time to count it down...” He whispered, his sharp teeth right next to my ear. “1....2....”

  He brutally shoved himself forward, forcing his massiveness straight into my ass, ripping a scream from my lips. He'd skipped “3” on purpose, I knew it, so that I would clinch in surprise. Bastard.

  “See now, not so bad, was it?” He chuckled, the head having popped inside my body. I was stretched so tight, so insanely tight. “Of course, there's so much more of me to go.” He rocked his hips forward, pushing more inside. Another shriek escaped my lips.

  “Mmm.. those screams. You know they only make me harder...” He laughed evilly, letting his claws cup my breasts, squeeze them. He pulled at the nipples, distracting me for yet another thrust forward.

  All the men's eyes were upon me, and I could feel the blush spreading over my cheeks. This would have been difficult alone, perhaps impossible, but in front of others? It was so embarrassing.

  Another thrust, and another clamping down on my breast. I was just beginning to feel the hard scales that began half way down his dick. Half way. I was so full, and there was still another half to go? I wasn't sure I could handle it.

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  ROUGH TRADE:

  Hope had survived the Apocalypse. Barely.

  Alone for years, she is confronted by one of the mutants that has taken over her planet. Stronger, faster, and far larger than she, Hope could never take him on directly. She knew that she would need to negotiate for her safety.

  Agreeing to her terms, the mutant takes her back to his all male village. There, she must prove her worth.

  Rough Trade is a 14k word steamy bundle. It includes three stories : Hope Restrained, Hope Denied, and No Hope.

  Will Hope be enough to satisfy so many savage creatures?

  Excerpt from Hope Denied:

  “Face your public. Give them a show.”

  She could feel herself growing even redder, as she'd nearly forgotten the scores of hungry mutants, all below, all watching the proceedings. Now, not only did she have to figure out a way to get this inside of her, she would also be watched by so many of these strange creatures.

  While their eyes feasted, the Chief pulled her slim dress up, slowly revealing her body to them. She saw every eye leering as her nether regions came into view.

  “Touch yourself.” The chief commanded, loosening his grip upon he bound hands, just a bit.

  TWIN MASTERS:

  High powered executive Regina is just trying to get home from a business trip with the EMP hits. Her car crashes in the middle of nowhere. The twins, large burly farmers find her and bring her to their vault. They claim they're willing to help her...

  If she'll pay their price!

  Now if she's not being suspended from the ceiling, she's being jammed with an electric prod or tied to a chair.

  And that's just the beginning...

  Excerpt from Cruel Bargain:

  Seth knelt next to me, his eyes level with mine. “Admit when you are helpless.”

  “You may have me tied up, but you haven't broken me boys. Try harder.”

  Adam chuckled from behind me. “I like her. She's feisty.”

  Seth narrowed his eyes. He unsheathed a long knife from his belt, holding it before me, threateningly. He lay it against my cheek, his eyes never leaving mine. Then further he trailed, touching my neck. He was daring me to utter the word. I knew it. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

  Upwards he moved, sliding that sharp, long knife under my shirt. The cold metal sent shivers down my spine. When he finally had slipped under my bra, He yanked outward, splitting shirt and bra in one quick thrust. The buttons of my shirt flew off in all directions. My heavy breasts spilled forward, upside down, unencumbered by the lingerie. He used both hands to rip what was left of my shirt open, pushing it to the side.

  INSIDE THE VAULT:

  Lana, a young reporter fresh out of college is granted a rare interview with the reclusive billionaire, Roger St. Clair

  On a tour of his estate, the sirens sound and the walls close in. She's trapped inside of his prepper paradise. He'll let her stay, for a price...

  Now Lana must bargain for her safety with the only tools she has.

  In Lured, Lana is just beginning her interview, and discovering exactly what their bargain entails. In Locked, Lana is used not only by her Master, but by his employees. In Trapped, Lana begins to suspect the truth of exactly what is happening outside of the Vault. Or get all three in the Inside The Vault Bundle!

  Excerpt from Locked:

  “Better.” He said, absentmindedly. He kept typing above.

  She kept working his pole, her mouth finding a rhythm with her hand. It both annoyed her and excited her that he was treating her like an object. She was nothing to him, simply a creature to dominate. She was a receptacle for his juices. It went against everything she'd been taught, to submit to his will.

  “Suck,” he commanded.

  But she wanted it with a desire she'd never felt in her entire life. She would stand out, she would please him. If he was to be nothing but her master, then she would be the best slave she could. She sucked him, hard.

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