It was a cloudy day. Very little sunlight and an almost constant drizzle. What little sunlight managed to break thru the clouds would cast a glorious warmth over the trees and hills. I was a delivery driver for one of the world’s biggest companies. I was just another number. I’d collect my shit - my water jug, some potato chips so my body wouldn’t try to eat itself, a piss bottle and a tupperware container in case I needed to do the dirty in the back of the van, which certainly was a normality for us rural drivers. I’d head to the gravel lot, be handed a bag with a backup charger and a company phone or two to complete my deliveries. Once I got my bag, I’d put on my fingerless gloves, head to the assigned vehicle, pick up my route from the station and, well, just go for it. Not the most glamorous job, but I loved rocking just my vest, shorts and boots, exposing most of my skin to the elements. I especially enjoyed the heat of the summer where I’d work up a good sweat and bask in my smell as the sweat dried, excreted and dried again. I was never around anybody save for the occasional customer who’d chat it up with me from a few feet away.
My name is Tyler. I stand at around 5’5” and sported nice arms with defined muscle groups and thick, hairy legs which I often enjoyed seeing in any reflections while out delivering. I rocked a well trimmed goatee to offset the skin fade of dark brown hair and well-tanned skin. Not to fluff my own feathers, but I was pretty adorable, having a cute nose, full, colorful lips, deep brown eyes and a smile that seemed to do the trick. I definitely fit the buttle-butt boy toy vibe, with my haircut adding in a bit of fuckboy in there. And not to mention my rather gorgeous, thick, six-inch circumsized cock. At 140 toned pounds, I was a total bottom, and quite confident. If there was a cock, I wanted it inside me, regardless of which end it went in.
I was delivering consistently for over eight months in the glorious city of Molalla, Oregon. I had delivered in all sorts of places, ranging from Tigard where we were stationed, Tualatin, up to Portland and Gresham, down to Dundee, Newberg, and all the way over to Estacada. Of all those towns and cities, Molalla took the cake. A small, centralized town center with shy of a thousand homes, a few businesses, and a vast, wide-spread rural and countryside outskirts. None of my fellow drivers for my company enjoyed rural routes as I did, so I bit the bullet and my dispatchers were inclined to sacrifice me to that exact route. I met so many dogs, mostly happy fluffers. Some I’d meet as puppies and watch grow up. Some senior doggos who’d slowly waddle over to me to say hello. As a major dog person, they were the highlights of my day… that and the hour long drive thru rolling hills for me to get out there. Low stop count, low package count, long, beautiful drive and just a generally chill day. Our dispatching time was a bit late, not usually arriving at my first stop until just past noon or later. I knew the route well, knew the addresses, and got giddy when I’d sign into my delivery app to see that my assigned route was indeed the beautiful city of Molalla. I enjoyed the quiet, the calm, talking to myself and to the camera in my face even though it didn’t detect sound. I had a lot to say sometimes, and was generally in a great mood out there. Having a lot of drive time gave my imagination plenty of time to run wild. I was a healthy 25 year old who was naturally almost perpetually horny and I’d daydream about all sorts of fantasies, like coming across some big, strong daddy working his land and ‘servicing’ him. If I was in an apartment complex, I’d fantasize about one of the customers opening the door to reveal a big, hard cock for me to suck on. Of course, that stuff never actually happened, but my thoughts were nice company.
On that cloudy, drizzly day, a normal late summer day in Oregon, I sat in my van on the side of the road in one of the few places where I didn’t feel like I was in the way as I took a few moments to relax for my break. The nearest homestead was just over a mile away. The daylight was rapidly diminishing and the space behind most of the foliage and trees were very dark. Peace and calm. I had my booted, sweaty feet propped up on the passenger seat where my bag sat.
It wasn’t terribly uncommon to see the occasional deer or elk wander by. Avoiding wildlife was just one of those things you have to deal with when you’re out there. Sometimes their eyes would reflect some light back to give away their presence.
I happened to glance out thru the passenger window, taking in the beautiful green mesh of plants that surrounded the gravel road I was parked to the side of. I saw something that was, well not quite right. Red. Softly glowing red. Two red lights, like tiny orbs, side-by-side as if a dear was staring back at me with unnatural eyes. My brows furrowed as I stared at them. I was patently awake, not dreaming, which is what made my heart sink.
So, a few months before this, I had kinda sorta got into some, should I say, naughty stuff, regarding things like demons and shit. The kind of stuff that one would find animations by talented creators all over sites like Rule34Video and e621. It naturally led to some exploration into the occult. The very idea of being raped mercilessly by some oversized monster was beyond hot to me. I came across this dark-web site which gave some clearly bogus nonsense about summoning one of those things from hell and, well, I may have, possibly, but definitely did, do what it said. I had to pronounce the words, place my hands to the Earth beneath me, stand up and say the words again. I mean, it was total nonsense, and I laughed at myself for being silly enough to waste time doing it. The “ritual” as it was referred to from the sight promised a visit by a certain creature that would either fuck you or get fucked by you, depending on which of the two variations of the phrase you used. In biblical terms, I think it would be classified as an incubus and succubus. But I wasn’t one who subscribed to or followed such superstitions or fictions. I was a horny and I had a bit to drink. There was nothing to it. Just complete nonsense from some bullshit site which spewed, well, nonsense and bullshit. And given the choices between fucking or getting fucked, can you guess which one I selected? I mean obviously, getting fucked sounded way better.
Subsequently, I had begun experiencing these interesting dreams which felt no different than some wacky dream after having a bit too much sugar close to bedtime. I’d see glowing red eyes, embodied thru a huge pitch-black body against a dark background of green. The details of the body couldn’t be made out. The dreams felt jumbled and would start out like any other dream. Just a mesh of sounds and images that were poorly pieced together as my sleeping mind did a pitiful job at conjuring up any sort of coherent narrative. However the unique dream would begin, it would end the same. I’d look upon a static image of the dark figure with red eyes, watch as it would float closer and closer until it seemed to merge with me in a jolt, causing me to wake up. Whatever emotions or feelings I had during the start of the dream would devolve into a paralysis of anticipation and dread. It wasn’t every night, maybe about once or twice a week. Although the image lacked true detail as to the features of the figure, the outline was enough to make out some truly muscular arms. Being the horny 25 year old I was, I’d awake from the dream and immediately pull up some naughty videos and jerk off thinking about those huge, muscular arms, because of course I did.
So you can imagine how I felt at the sight of some close-set red orbs in the distance. I couldn’t look away. I just stared at the orbs, monitoring for any movement. I felt my fight or flight response kick in. I knew from experience with some, let’s just say less than friendly dogs, that I was a fighter. Genetics did me a dirty, because being 140 pounds and an exceptionally fast runner would seem to make a flight response the more beneficial reaction to a hostile situation. But, you get what you get, you can throw a fit but it won’t change anything. Against my better judgement and against company policy, I had been carrying a sidearm since I started delivering out there. A purely self-defense weapon that fit my hands like a glove. A Smith & Wesson SD9VE. A very nice shooter.
Planting my feet onto the floor between the seats, I leaned down towards my backpack on the floor ahead of the passenger seat, momentarily breaking my view of the orbs to pull it close to allow access to the weapon at the bottom of the bag. Leaning back up, and to my surprise, the orbs were still there. I retrieved my unloaded pistol and, without looking away, opened the small pouch at the front of my backpack to fetch the magazine loaded with my hollow points, inserting it into the pistol. I cocked a round into the chamber and set the pistol on my lap.
The orbs remained static, not once even flinching. What the hell were they? I considered just driving away, but curiosity got the better of me. So, as an immature 25 year old might do, I decided I was going to walk out there and see what’s going on. I stood up, tucked my pistol against my backside to be held in place by my belt strap and made my way to the side cargo door as I would during any delivery. I yanked the heavy door open, sliding it into its locked position and departed the running vehicle. By all that is wrong in the world, they were still there. It was August, so there was almost zero chance that they were Christmas lights. But I had this sinking feeling that it wasn’t man-made. Something about it immediately triggered my fight or flight. I wasn’t exactly a meat-head - I knew when my mind was fucking around with me and could take a step back to analyze a situation, but this was something, I dare say, primal. Perhaps unnatural. Every fiber of my being told me I was in danger.
Boys will be boys, as they say.
I slowly approached the pathway which had been carved out by, I’m assuming, local residents. I just stood there, not able to coax myself any farther, looking at those ominous orbs. It couldn’t have been more than 500 feet away from me by that point. I slowly began to walk backward towards my van. I hadn’t gotten very far from it and could smell the exhaust. I looked back to the step, hopped in and slammed the door closed. Returning to my seat, I looked back and the orbs were gone.
What would have happened if I approached the source of that light? Would they have disappeared if I got too close? Did they disappear because I decided not to approach? And most importantly, why was I arbitrarily anthropomorphizing the lights? In my guts, I felt compelled to do so, even though a critical and logical mind would tend away from assigning such ideas.
So, still having a job to do, I got myself resituated. I unloaded my sidearm and returned the weapon and its magazine to where I fetched them from. I began to laugh at my silliness, berating myself to the camera as I usually did for being so foolish.
I carried on with my deliveries, and made an uneventful journey home. Aside from the orbs, it was a normal, good day at work. That is, until I entered my studio apartment. The moment I opened the door to the well-lit main room, that same fight or flight response kicked in. Adrenaline began coursing thru me and my hands started to get shaky. It was more intense this time. Much more intense. No glowing orbs, just a familiar, empty apartment. I hesitated to move past the threshold and into the room. Something inside me told me not to enter for any reason as my mouth went dry. But this was my home. It might have been a bit small, but it was a clean, comfortable place for a single adult.
I just stood there, backpack over my shoulder and a water jug and bag in one hand. I felt like I needed to rub my eyes, but after a day of delivering, my hands were filthy and my gloves soaked in sweat.
I must have stood there for a solid two minutes before forcing myself to enter. I set my stuff down by the door as per usual and locked the door behind me. The feeling was subsiding, but still quite prominent. I tried to breathe it off and reassure myself that I was alone in a safe place. My place. It’s not like there were many places to hide. But I felt like I wasn’t alone. I often laughed at those who watched shows that “investigated” the “paranormal” who took it seriously, and was familiar with my own psyche. I knew in my heart of hearts that all that shit was, as I said before, complete nonsense. So then, why couldn’t I shake the feeling?
I’m not sure if I had started to become accustomed to that feeling or if it was subsiding, but I found myself able to calm down a bit and get on with the rest of my night. So I went about my night as I normally would: get out of my sweaty clothes, rinse off my sticky body in the shower, get some food from the fridge, have some whiskey, and just chill out on the couch to watch whichever series I was currently obsessed with. The whiskey definitely helped calm my rattled nerves.
When I stood in front of the mirror after my shower, I felt the strangest sensation I ever experienced. When I looked into the reflection of my eyes, I saw myself, but also felt like someone or something was looking back at me thru my own eyes. Compared to the uneasy feeling I had since I walked into the apartment that night, it was easy enough to push aside.
The show I was watching was Star Trek: The Next Generation. I made it a few episodes before landing on the one where the xenophobic aliens inhabit Deanna, and the crew set about accommodating them by setting the ship up so they wouldn't know they had encountered the aliens after their memories were wiped by the xenophobes. The scene where Deanna looked to the mirror and saw someone else looking at her thru her own eyes absolutely shook me to my core. It was like my adrenaline rush and fight or flight started all over again.
Major NOPE! I immediately switched over to watch Friends. What the fuck is wrong with me, I thought to myself.
After another hour or so, my eyes were getting heavy and it was time to hit the hay. I made sure to retrieve my pistol and place it by the side of my bed as I usually would. It gave me some comfort knowing it was easily accessible.
I flicked off the night from my nightstand, pulled my body pillow against me and got comfortable. I just wanted the day to end and to move on. But every time I closed my eyes, I saw those red orbs from earlier when I was in Molalla.
“You gotta be fuckin’ kidding,” I said outlout to myself. “Get over yourself, Ty.”
So I’ll admit, I refused to refer to red orbs I saw as anything but. Fuck that. Nothing on Earth has truly bioluminescent eyes. Nothing. Literally none. Well, there are few fish that have bioluminescent organs near their eyes, but nothing on land, and NOTHING so absolutely red. Sure, many animals have eyes that reflect light. But red? When there was still some daylight? Nah. That’s not a thing. Like hell I’d give even a bit of latitude to the idea that what I saw was a pair of eyes. No.
Almost on queue, the rain outside seemed to pick up. Flashes of light began, rumbling the building with thunder. It wasn’t exactly a prime thunderstorm area where I lived. Huh. Well how ‘bout that.
I kept my eyes closed and tried to focus in on the image, directly at the orbs, hoping it would almost hypnotize me into falling asleep as if I focused on my eyelids. Each time I did, I would be overcome by fear and anxiety and have to open my eyes to escape the image. I continued with this pattern a few, maybe five times before I gave up. Every attempt seemed to make it worse. I was rapidly becoming annoyed. I had to work the next day, and considering I ran 10 to 12 hours shifts, staying awake wasn’t optional if I wanted to be in good shape to safely operate a delivery vehicle for 8 to 10 hours. After giving up, I decided that the best thing to do was to turn my light on and watch a bit more TV until I started to pass out.
But unfortunately my light didn’t work. Of course it didn’t cuz why would anything work properly. Great, I get to do some shopping tomorrow, I thought to myself, annoyed as I rolled my eyes. Welp, who needs a lamp when they got a big ol’ TV that would do the trick?
I got up cautiously from the bed, draping my blanket over my shoulders to stay cozy, moving slowly to make sure I didn’t stub a toe on my boots or the couch legs.
Care to guess if the TV worked or not? Certainly THAT would work. But alas, to my absolute dismay, it did not. I sighed in disbelief, turning around to head towards the circuit breaker. The only reason both wouldn’t work was if both their breakers had flipped or if power was down entirely. It wasn’t a long travel by any means, but I became more and more uneasy as I moved thru the very dark room. I hadn’t been truly scared of the dark for over a decade by that point, but for some reason it was something that stuck to me like glue. The farther I made it, the more intensely I felt the need to get the lights back on. Opening the panel cover, I immediately could tell that all the breakers were closed. And I knew it wasn’t a power outage because the hallway light was softly illuminating between the floor and the door - the hallway had no emergency lighting.
I tried to sweep it under the rug, thinking to myself that it was a ‘tomorrow’s me’ problem. I made my way to my bed, cozying up against my pillows, hoping I could shake the image of the red orbs.
I felt something completely abnormal. It was a considerable vibration. Something deep, seeming to originate from the walls of my room. It wasn’t a car engine and it definitely wasn’t the crack of thunder. Certainly not. My eyes jolted open, focusing on the dim lights seeping thru the bottom of the door, hoping to catch something moving out there to help explain the strange sound. It continued, becoming louder.
“Uhhh…” I sounded as I listened for the origin of the vibration.
As suddenly as it began, it halted. I was drenched in a cold sweat from a mixture of anxiety, startle and most of all, fear. My fight or flight response kicked in again. But strangely, instead of fight, it was flight. I felt a need to get away from it. But where? This was my home. My family was a twenty-hour drive away. I kept to myself, and the fact that my coworkers and I never really got to associate for more than a few minutes each day contributed to my having zero true connections nearby, with the exception of one of my neighbors who was a truly wonderful person and made it her mission to get to know me - she was away for a work trip..
I was totally alone. I felt trapped in a cage.
I lay there quietly, eyes focused on the hallway light for maybe five minutes, letting myself calm down from the adrenaline. I closed my eyes again, trying to ignore the red orbs as if they were a figment of my imagination, nothing more than an after image.
“Tyler,” said a loud, bass-laden voice, originating from all around me… or maybe it was voices.
I jolted upward, sitting up, my eyes opening to see the same red orbs that seemed to be seared into my eyelids. I was looking down to the end of my bed.
My eyes were locked on the orbs. I tried to reach for my phone to use its flashlight but my intense fear made my body unresponsive. The lights seemed to be close to the ceiling. I was nearly hyperventilating, feeling my pulse so strongly that my ears were almost twitching. You know that feeling when you get into cold water and your cock shrinks dramatically? Yeah, and my balls seemed to absorb into my body, too. I knew my pistol was close by, but I couldn’t get my body to budge.
The orbs… the eyes I saw before were feet away from me. They were against an absolutely black background. It wasn’t a dream. I was very much awake and cogniscent. But something overcame me. I can’t describe it. I had to get closer. I needed to, with every fiber of my being, get a close look.
I didn’t even think about it. My body was shaking as I carefully pulled the sheets and covers off my body. I slowly stood up on the mattress. The eyes were even closer to the high ceiling that I was. Even on my mattress, my finger tips could hardly graze the ceiling.
I took a slow step forward, easing my weight onto the advanced foot to begin to step forward with the other foot. I was speechless, almost hypnotized. I kept getting closer until I was standing at the edge of the bed, my head craned upward as the orbs seemed to be an arm’s length away. I stared, my jaw slack and breathing heavily thru my mouth. I could finally see an outline. It looked just like the figure from my dreams. How could a rational person willingly walk towards the origin of an unnatural fear?
Whatever I was looking at, it had a humanoid shape. A clear head, neck, massive shoulders, those muscular arms, huge hands, torso, etcetera. This is what I had been seeing in my dreams. I didn’t notice my eyes wandering away from the red, naturally shaped eyes.
“You’re real,” I whispered, not even realizing I verbalized the thought, looking back to the eyes.
Almost in a trance, I lifted my hand, holding it close to my chest. Some semblance of critical thought had been restored in me. All I knew was that any animal this close to a human would have either fled or attacked in self defense. And here I was less than three feet from… something, presumably the same something that I’d been seeing in my dreams. I felt tears of terror begin to build in my eyes. Was I really about to reach out to see if it was tangible?
I did not look away from the glowing eyes. In slow motion, I reached my hand forward. There seemed to be an aura of warmth around the figure as I got closer. I continued reaching.
My finger tips made contact. It was so warm. I jerked my hand away reflexively before pushing it back towards the heat. My finger tips touched again and I gently rested my palm over it, slowly moving downward to ascertain its consistency. It was smooth and was as warm as the most cozy shower temperature. The moment seemed to process slowly in my head. My hand moved down a couple of inches before I seemed to regain self control. My eyes had adjusted well to the ominous background. I noticed far more than before. Upon its head, two horns rising no more than five inches, perhaps half a foot apart, curing slightly inward towards each other. Its jaw was wide and commanding. Its arms were these huge, muscular structures that connected to a set of wide, big shoulders. Pectorals and abdominals so well defined that they could puncture a tire. Legs like tree trunks forming into enormous human-shaped feet. Swinging slowly from side to side was what appeared to be a tail with a bulbous tip which had to be at least six feet in length. And to top it off, in the most obscene way possible, what I could only describe as some sort of fever-dream of a cock. It had to be as thick as my forearm and as long as my thigh. But to be honest, I was in shock enough that it hardly registered with me what I was seeing. And the eyes. The red was the coloration surrounding the large, round pupils. There was a clear pattern. It was rather pretty. As I gazed closely at them, their beauty was so clear.
Oh my god, it was real! I touched it. I felt its heat. I thought I would have a heart attack as I came to my senses and tried to sprint away in a panic. But the bed was so soft and in my haste I tripped myself onto my ass on the mattress. My head jolted back to the glowing eyes, tears falling down my face.
“Are you…” I meekly began to mutter, hoping my words weren’t audible. “Are you real?”
A sound began to emerge from all around me. It was like a growl originating from the walls themselves. It was beyond terrifying. My tears were streaming fast. I was in mortal terror. It hadn’t moved once except for the tail, its head and eyes seeming to follow and track my own.
Against my better judgement and instincts, I started to stand up again on my shaking legs to face the thing. Its hand was slowly extending in my direction. I dared not move a muscle when I noticed the movement. It continued toward my chest. I felt its warm finger tips touch my side, causing my body to freeze up. The fingers, each thicker than my wrist, continued to move across my side, going farther until its palm was against me. Its fingers travelled around my back until reaching my other side. Holy shit those hands were big! I felt pressure, a lot of it. I feared it might have been attempting to crush me to death. The weight on my feet was decreasing. In a sudden movement, I was violently yanked in its direction. I thought I was about to throw up from the almost paralyzing fear. Its eyes were so close to mine. I stared into them, feeling my heart rate decrease as my legs relaxed and was struck by how beautiful those eyes were so close up.
“You summoned me,” that loud voice verberated from my surroundings. “You will be mine.”
For the first time, I saw its lips move as it exposed its white, smooth, sharp teeth in what I can only describe as the most evil smile I have ever witnessed.
It began to squeeze tighter, eliciting a scream of surprise from me. I didn’t have time to get much sound out as something had entered my mouth. It was smooth, warm and thick. It went so deep, so fast, I didn’t realize it had happened until I started to gag. Something was at the back of my throat. I came to my senses again. It was his tail. It felt just like a cock would, only warmer and bigger.
“Open wide,” the deep voice said thru the most wicked laugh I'd ever heard.
Its tail was pushing deep, forcing into my throat. I tasted something. It felt slick. Almost sweet. Precum? But it wasn't salty.
The hand was holding me at a 45-degree angle, and I lost sight of the eyes as my vision was obstructed by its huge tail. Whatever this thing was and whatever it was doing to me, it felt sexual. Was I being raped? And why wasn’t I resisting? The warmth of its hand, the weightlessness on my feet, something about it was oddly helping me relax into its hold. It was like a warm blanket as its hand encompassed my small torso, its thumb wrapped around the front of my chest. And what was worse - I was becoming aroused. I loved few things more in life than having a thick cock in my throat. But what even was this thing? And why was I accepting what was happening? I didn’t try to bite at the tail thing as it travelled even deeper, cutting off my air supply, instead, covering my lips to protect it from my teeth, assuming I would have been able to inflict damage upon it if I tried. I was defenseless, unable to protest.
The shaft in my mouth and throat withdrew enough to where I could breathe again. It shoved down even farther, quickly as I could expect from a dom I’d meet up with on Grindr. It pulled back again. Was my fantasy of being raped by an oversized monster actually happening? My mind replayed its words: “You summoned me.” Was this thing here because of that silly “ritual” I did? Because of the nonsense I allowed myself to do just to kill time one night? That would be impossible, right? But then, a human-looking thing with a hand so big it could hold me by the torso? With a tail?
“You offer no resistance,” the rumbling voice said. “Worthless. Pathetic slut.”
It gave off another one of those wicked laughs which vibrated from the walls of the room just as a loud crackle of thunder sounded off. I found its words arousing. I think my cock was rock hard by that point. My arms were unrestrained, and without thinking, I placed a hand over its mighty thumb on my chest. It was huge. I lightly ran my hand over the warmth as I continued to swallow whatever fluid was being deposited in my mouth by that tail thing. It seemed to be an endless stream. I did what a proper cocksucker would do and started to work my tongue around it, closing my eyes. I moved my other arm to drape over the side of its hand, resting it there upon its heat.
It again yanked me, pulling my body to be face-to-face with its own. As I gazed into its red eyes, I felt a desire to keep sucking the shaft in my mouth, using my own strength to move my head back and forth, only going so far to have the tip strike at the back of my throat. It… He? He was undeniably masculine. An unnatural force of pure masculinity. If the circumstances were different, I’m sure I would have found Him attractive in that way. Perhaps I did, regardless.
“Pathetic, but useful,” He said.
I accidentally let out a moan as I increased the suction around His tail. Based on His next moves, I think it served as an invitation. His other hand moved towards my briefs, sliding one of its thick fingers past the elastic waistband before ripping it away in a single motion, exposing my hard, leaking cock. His teeth bared in an evil smile.
“Submit,” He said thru that deep vibration of a voice.
His tail withdrew entirely from my mouth as I savored the flavor of the fluids it was depositing. Something big, warm and wet touched my ass, spreading the cheeks apart as the warmth made contact with my hole, sending a shiver thru my body. It was hard. I’m certain it was the monstrous member between His legs.
“Submit!” He commanded, seeming to shake the entire room as another crack of thunder sounded off on queue, His face giving an obvious expression of demand and anger. “SAY IT!”
I was speechless. His voice was so loud and deep that I felt it in my skull and thru my body. How could I bring myself to utter a single word before this thing? I stared at the evil look on His face. It was clear that non-compliance wasn’t really an option. What would happen if I refused? Would He leave? Would He rape me without mercy? What if I did signal my submission? The same questions applied.
“I…” I paused, trying to get some sound out of my mouth in a coherent pattern.
Why was I so turned on? I was frozen in fear and terror just minutes before but seemed to be overcoming it as I relaxed into His hold on my body. I began to wonder if the fluids I swallowed from His tail were playing with my head. Or maybe it was a genuine desire to submit. I couldn’t tell. He was waiting for an answer. Surely He would have continued His use of me if He could have. Perhaps He just wanted to hear me say it. So many questions - so few answers. I felt the desire to say it. I was terrified, but also felt like it may have been a dream come true. I did the “ritual” hoping, albeit foolishly, for something like this to happen. I invited this into my life. And to put a cherry on top, I was believing more and more that this was precisely a result of my actions from that day.
“I submit,” I whispered, hoping my words were inaudible.
His evil smile got bigger.
“You are mine,” He said in the quietest voice thus far, escalating into another wicked laugh.
“I’m yours,” I said without realizing.
I immediately started to scream out in pain. He had pushed my body down onto His cockhead, breaching my tight hole. My scream was drowned out by yet another crack of thunder, seeming even closer than the previous sounds of thunder. I couldn’t continue letting out my cry of pain as His tail entered my gaping mouth and travelled so deep down my throat. I was being lowered farther and farther on the penetrating object. The heat radiating from it seemed to encourage my body to loosen up around Him as He continued forcing me lower and lower. He struck what felt like an unbreachable barrier deep inside me and I hoped it was as far as he would go. I had no way of resisting. I was like some doll in His hand that only existed to be used to His fullest desires.
The barrier inside me didn’t seem to offer any significant resistance as He pulled me closer to the base of the shaft. Nothing so big had ever been inside me. My body was searing from pain and discomfort at the invasion. It seemed to last forever, but in reality was less than fifteen seconds before I felt the heat of His body radiating into me thru my ass cheeks. He bottomed out, the entirety of his cock was inside me, rearranging my guts as His tail remained so deeply embedded down my throat. I was struggling to hold on thru the pain and lack of air. I reached up and tried to pull the tail away so I could breathe again. I couldn’t get it to budge even a little.
“Yes, slave,” He said, vibrating the walls. “Resist.”
Almost at His command, I lifted my feet, placing them on His massive thighs to try to push away from him with all my might. It was hopeless. I pushed and pushed but nothing happened.
I exhausted my legs after a good minute of trying to push away and they went slack. His tail finally withdrew and I could breathe again, whimpering like a bitch as I took in as much air as I could around the tail and my thru my nose.
“You are mine to rape,” He said thru his evil smile.
My hardon, which had subsided upon His entry, had returned. The pain was starting to diminish. It was tolerable. And the more I swallowed the fluid from His tail, the less painful it was. It was all the encouragement I needed to begin working my mouth on the tail, thrusting my head on the length as I took it purposefully into my throat. I was in heat. I desired His use. I was fully impaled on an unnatural monster of a cock that no human could hope to match. My hips began to gyrate, massaging my insides with what little length I could manipulate thru His unbreakable hold on my body.
His first thrust was small but powerful, slamming His warm pelvis against my ass. He did it again. On the third thrust, he pulled back until it almost left my body before hammering it back in with such force that it shook my entire body. I squealed from the mixture of pain and intense pleasure. He continued like that, hammering me over and over as I tried to scream out thru His tail which began to throatfuck me. All I could do was endure it, experience the abuse of my hopelessly defenseless body. He held my body stationary to receive His violent thrusts. Each time he would do so, he busted his shaft back into my guts and I’m sure my belly had a visible bulge when he would bottom out.
So this is what it’s like to be raped mercilessly by those animated porn monsters, I thought to myself. But it was better than I would have hoped. Both my holes were being used by a single monster. This monster was silently raping me, filling the room with the sounds of loud slaps of skin hitting skin and the sounds of my choking and gagging on His tail.
He suddenly stopped, pulling my body from His cock and quickly removing his tail from my mouth and throat. I gasped loudly at His sudden withdrawal, staring into His eyes in confusion, pleading for more. I felt my hole gaping and the cool air made my hole desire His warmth.
“What’s the matter, slut?” His voice vibrated, taunting me.
He threw my body onto the mattress like a rag doll, knocking the wind out of me as I landed on my back with such force.
“Tell me!” He commanded in concert with another crack of thunder. “Tell me, you want me to rape you. To use you at my leisure.”
I started to regain my breath. As devastatingly big as He was, my body yearned for Him. My cock was leaking all over. The sweet taste of His precum was inescapable. I turned over onto my stomach, arching my hips towards Him as I held my ass cheeks open as an invitation to enter my gaping hole. He laughed, enjoying the sight of my subservience and pathetic display.
“I’m yours,” I said to Him quietly. “Please rape me, please.”
I was pleading, hoping more than anything to experience more of His merciless usage. I was a bitch in heat, panting as I pathetically awaited Him.
I felt His hand begin to reestablish its hold on my body, elevating my yearning body towards Him. In a quick motion, He pressed the cockhead against my quivering hole and rammed Himself inside of me, eliciting another scream of surprise, pain and pleasure from me. And merciless usage was exactly what I received. His tail found its way back into mouth as He held it stationary in front of me. As he moved my body forward, removing much of His length from my guts, the tail went so deep inside my throat, at least a foot, before jerking my body back against His pelvis. Then forward, then back, forward then back. It was fast, rough and prevented me from making too much sound as He moved my body to his desires. It lasted a good five minutes at least. To say I enjoyed every second would be an understatement. My legs were moving back and forth like some piece of meat. I held onto His huge fingers for dear life.
He changed the motions, this time holding me stationary as He began to pound away with his unnatural strength. With each thrust inward, His massive balls would swing up and slap against my cock and belly, all the while plummeting His tail into my throat in concert with each thrust. I had to time my breaths perfectly each time the head of His tail retreated back into my mouth.
I had absolutely submitted myself, unconditionally. I doubt He could read my thoughts, but I kept saying in my head things like: please don’t stop, rape me harder, make me yours.
I could feel the pressure inside me building as jets of my cum sprayed all over beneath me and onto the bed below me. His thrusts were savage, powerful and unyielding.
He started moaning, or at least I think it was a moan. It was more of a vibration that continued and slowly escalated as my orgasm began to subside. He continued raping me. There was no pause even as I came. And I knew that if it continued, I would absolutely cum again. But my post-orgasm state made it difficult to handle the huge length of His tail which was brutally using my throat. It was clear that He would continue until, well, whenever He was done.
Cracks of thunder began to sound and rumble almost nonstop. As It began, I felt my belly expanding with a pressure as something hot was flooding into me. The vibration coming from Him escalated dramatically, shaking my body and almost hurting my ears. The tail went farther down my throat than ever before and I felt it pulsing, flexing violently. He was obviously cumming, depositing an ungodly quantity of hot fluids into my guts and stomach.
He bottomed out once more, my hands around His tail as I attempted to pull it away from me. I couldn’t breathe and my head was getting fuzzy. I was suffocating.
The vibrations ceased as did the thunder.
He finally allowed me to breathe again, quickly withdrawing His tail from my throat, only my ass being fully impaled on the unnaturally large cock as I took in as much air as I possibly could, coughing and heaving from the abuse. He allowed my hands to remain on His tail as He slowly thrust it within my grip, using His precum and my throat slime to glide it thru. I felt so much of the fluid he deposited into my guts start to flow out, dripping down my balls and onto the floor, hearing the large drops land with a splat on the building puddle.
My head was spinning. I couldn’t tell if I was facing up or down. He began to rotate me on the shaft with His huge hand, repositioning His palm around me. He adjusted my stature, bringing me face-to-face with His red eyes and evil smile. My eyes slowly focused in as I wiped the tears away, feeling His stare into my soul. He looked pleased and it made me feel strangely complete. I served Him well to His desires. I accepted my place and submitted myself to His use. There was no going back. I felt it in my bones that I’d be seeing His face often. I was tired, spent and my holes had both been injected by what I assumed was His seed.
He swiftly pulled my body off His cock, causing me to gasp. I felt His fluid dripping out of my gaping hole.
“I was gentle this time,” He started. “You have submitted yourself. You are MINE.”
He started to lower me towards the floor, allowing me the privilege of not simply dropping me onto my used ass. But the ground was so slippery with an immeasurable amount of His fluid. He released me and I immediately slipped onto my ass. I was so exhausted that my body collapsed, sliding onto my back. I was laying on the floor in the puddle He left for me, smelling much like cum, but a bit different. Without thinking, I arched my head to the side and stuck my tongue out to taste it. It tasted like the precum from His tail, only stronger.
“Pathetic,” His voice rumbled with His evil laugh. “You will provide me with much enjoyment.”
The rumbling stopped. There was nothing but silence in the room and the soft sound of the rain hitting the window. I looked over, noticing He was gone. I lay there in disbelief that what I’d experienced could have been real, alone in the puddle of cum. The cum and my sore holes were a constant reminder that it was, in fact, very real. That thing had appeared in my room. It raped me, savagely. I had a sinking feeling in my heart that I would be seeing Him again. He said he was gentle with me. It didn’t feel that way. I was scared to find out what my next experience would be like. When I closed my eyes, I couldn’t see His eyes. But I could vividly remember every detail of His body. His rather beautiful eyes, enormous cock, hands so big and strong that He didn’t struggle to manipulate my body to His desires. I felt a need to witness Him again, to gaze upon His visage. A connection was made between master and slave. That was the last thought I remember from that night before passing out in the mess of cum He gifted to me.
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