Shani woke up to the familiar feeling of the hard ground. She fumbled in the dark for a bit. How long had she spent in this cave? Days? Weeks? Time blurred together in her head, then it was smothered by the dark. It was hard to remember what the sun was like, the warmth on her skin.
Her fingers brushed over raw bone, causing some to clatter.
As a doctor, she’d never been squeamish about corpses or the body. As a captive, she felt nothing anymore. Pawing over some scraps, she eventually found the waterskin that had been left there for her. Its contents were stale but welcomed. Shani was sore. She was always sore nowadays.
Shani leaned against a rock, legs open. A cool breeze blew in from somewhere. She never bothered finding out where from. Even if she could have located the exit, she didn’t think that she would make a run for it. One time she tried, the first night she had been dragged here after being used by the Ghouls. She had paid dearly for that, stretched around the Fiends cock for hours.
She reached between her legs, feeling herself. The Fiend used her almost daily. It was gone at the moment, out on the hunt. It always brought something back for her, some part of its animal mind realizing she needed something beyond raw deer meat. She could always tell from how it walked in how the hunt went. When the hunts were good, she could get away with suckling on its cock and swallowing its cum. When they were mad, she often ended up in the prone position, the Fiend over her and thrusting away.
There was a single torch tucked away in a hole in the cave. Feeling around for flint and tinder, she approached it and quickly lit it. Her hands shook, fingers scabbed and raw from when she had to grip the earth under her lover’s embrace. She’d never really been a prude, maybe even had fantasies about being fucked by a horse or a monster. Fantasy was much more comfortable than reality, at least. The tinder caught, the torch flickering to life.
In the orange glow of the light, she got a better glimpse of her body. She’d never been so in shape in her life, barely any body fat on her and muscles corded from having to flex constantly while being fucked. Her dirty red hair was shoulder length now. That was as good a judge for time as anything.
She settled back down, tossing the flint and tinder into the dark. It didn’t matter where it landed, she’d find it again. Shani hissed as a scab on her knee cracked, gently weeping down her leg. Bits of her were bruised or cut. There was barely any flesh left untouched by the hardship of her situation.
All she could do was wait for her captor to come back. Life became a lot of waiting. It was hard to think about escape or fighting back when there was all this down time in between. It almost made her long for the moments of activity, to be stretched around the Fiend just so she felt *something*.
Shani shook her head as if that would get rid of the cloying doubts. She’d gone from a promising young doctor to a monster’s personal fucktoy. When she tried to think about her life before, back in Oxenfurt, back on the frontlines, they came as blurry smudges, like mud in the streets. Her thoughts always came back to that corpse riddled battlefield, to that gang of Ghouls, her subsequent capture.
Some memories weren’t hers. Fiends had the nasty ability to make their victims hallucinate, and the first couple of times, when she had resisted being used, it had opened its third eye and trained it on her. Some memories were a red haze, a smoky fog surrounding her and driving her to open her legs. Then she had a cock in her, screaming and drooling like a bitch in heat, being convinced she loved it.
She shut her eyes, clenching them tight as if that would clear her mind. Sometimes it felt like her sanity was slipping away from her, and it was only in these little moments that she noticed. She thought of the mad beggars she’d seen on the streets near the academy. So many people looked down on them, thinking them useless because of their madness. What a descent it really was. She gripped the sides of her head, trying to separate reality from hallucination. Better to appease the Fiend than have this happen.
Shani was snapped out of her thoughts by incoming footsteps. She felt it in her bones, the heavy thuds with all the monster’s weight behind them. It had been a bad hunt, probably not as lucrative as it should have been. She waited, terrified of the Fiend approaching with nothing in its mouth. If it didn’t catch anything, she was in for a bad time.
The shadow of the Fiend appeared around the corner, its long face twisted into a grim snarl and nostrils flaring. Yellow eyes trained on her. Antlers rose from its head, bloody from a molting season. Its third eye was closed. It stepped toward her, the firelight falling revealing it. Its fur was checkered black and white, claws disturbingly bloodless. There was no gore on its teeth. No prey in its maw.
It loomed over her and she shrunk back from it. No prey. Nothing at all. She gulped.
Already she saw its cock slipping out of its sheath. The tip of it was flared much like a horse’s, thick, clear pre-cum dribbling out of it. The shaft was a deep brown with spots of white running down it. A heavy, leathery nutsuck swung low, filled to the brim with cum. Even though she’d dealt with it before, the sheer size made her nervous. It must have been at least two feet long, nearly half the length of its body.
She crawled forward before the Fiend could make that decision for her. It had snatched her up before, and she wasn’t going to give it the first move. She ignored the pinpricks of paint from her worn fingers scraping across the stone. Sticking her tongue out, she dragged it along the flared head, swallowing half a mouthful of precum. It was salty and bitter, and she shuddered at the taste.
The Fiend growled, its chest rumbling. That was a good sign at least. It meant she had a little more time to try and placate the beast before it decided to just have its way with her. She got to her knees, trying and failing to wrap her hands around its girth. She gave it a couple of gentle jerks while licking at its tip.
Her hands shook as she pleased the beast, very worried it would tire of her pace at any moment. To delay the inevitable, she tried to fit as much of its cock in her mouth as she could, which wasn’t much. She drank from the tip like her life depended on it. Lucky for her, it didn’t, but her holes sure depended on it.
She could tell from the tone of its growl that it wasn’t happy enough with her. Shani tried rubbing its cock between her tits, getting pre on her cheek. That didn’t seem to work either. Panic rose in her chest as she knew what was about to happen.
A claw came around, gripping her by the waist and lifting her up. Shani kicked in the air but knew better than to struggle too much. Fighting back a bit appeased its predatory nature. Fighting back a lot meant it would just treat her worse. She dangled a foot off the ground, the Fiend carrying her as if she were a coin purse. It brought her close to its long face, black lips curling to reveal rows of yellow teeth.
Its tongue slithered out and Shani opened her mouth for it. It pushed too far too fast and she gagged a bit. Not as much as she should have. Drool pooled in her cheeks before pouring out the corners of her mouth. Its tongue was long and rough, scratching her throat. It’s what she imagined a giant cat would be like, which made sense considering its course fur.
Much to her personal disgust, she was already dripping wet. It was her body’s natural reaction to the Fiend at this point, preparing to be impaled and stretched again. Shani didn’t *want* this, of course not. Who would want to be the fucktoy of a literal monster?
Her chest was hot with anxiety and lust as the Fiend pulled its tongue out of her throat. She took deep, dry breaths to try and control herself and brace for what was next. As long as it didn’t open its third eye, she was fine. The head of its cock rubbed against her pussy, pushing hard against her and causing her to hyperventilate in preparation.
The Fiend dropped her, and she fell to the ground with a grunt of surprised. It towered over her, painted orange and red by the torchlight, the shadow of its cock stretching across the floor. Shani hesitantly spread her legs for it, reaching down and spreading her pussy with her fingers to invite it.
It grabbed her and flipped her over. Shani reached for anything to keep her still, but the scabs on her fingers were torn open and it dragged her toward that monstrous cock. She hissed in pain, lines of blood smearing on the ground. Her worry about infection quickly vanished as she felt the flared tip press against her.
Press against her *ass*.
“W-wait,” croaked Shani, voice hoarse from days of screaming and sparse water. “Not there. Please!” She swatted at the claw holding her torso down, mashing her tits into the ground and forcing her to hike her ass up in offering. All her caution to keep it from being too rough with her fled. She kicked out and slapped against it, trying in vain to wiggle free. It snorted, yanking her closer.
“Stop,” Shani groaned as the cock pressed against her ass. Her cheeks spread, inviting in the huge dick and betraying her. She ground her teeth as her asshole struggled to stay closed. Its cock slipped, sliding up her asscrack and dripping pre onto the small of her back. Shani wiggled in its grip, ass shaking back and forth. A shudder ran from her hips to her shoulders as it lined up again. Its cock slipped again, this time between her legs, smearing its length in her juices.
“P-please, anything but my ass.” She begged, but it was just a dumb monster. It couldn’t understand her. It snarled in response. Shani clenched her teeth as she felt it pressing, holding her still. The pressure on her asshole built, and she tried in vain to keep herself tight. She felt the ring of her asshole give, swallowing the flared cockhead and clenching it.
The Fiend bucked its hips and drove its cock down into her guts.
Shani couldn’t even make a sound, the shock too great. The pressure was never this great when it was in her pussy. Her teeth were clenched so hard it felt like her skull would split in half. Spit began dribbling down her chin and she opened her mouth to try and make any sound. Nothing came out but a squeak as the Fiend dropped its hips, cock vanishing inside of her.
She didn’t even need to look to feel how deep inside it was. Never, *never*, had the Fiend ever fit its whole cock inside of her, and now she felt the thicker base of its cock push past her already abused asshole. Breathing was hard, and Shani felt like she was choking. She could *feel* her guts shifting, stretching, opening up to the new invader. Fur brushed against her asscheeks and she knew it was now ball’s deep inside of her.
Shani shook, digging her nails into her palm. The Fiend pulled back and the suction of it pulling out felt so strange. Her insides rearranged themselves, stressed but not broken from the abuse. But Shani knew better. She opened her mouth to start protesting.
The Fiend rammed itself home again, and her scream came out as a wheeze. It began bucking its hips, ever pulling its cock completely out. She was too little, and it was too big. Shani gripped its front legs, eyes wide and legs spread. She’d never been so *full*. There wasn’t even any pain. She passed that threshold days ago. There was just an intense pressure as her insides twisted around the Fiend. Gods, it felt like it was about to come out her fucking throat.
Each time it bottomed out in her, her lower body lifted slightly off the ground. Her belly and knees were scraped as it buttfucked her, but that wasn’t really her biggest concern. Those cuts would fade. Shani could barely think, opening and closing her mouth like a fish in a net, eyes rolling in her head as her brain was overloaded with sensations. Pain, pressure, pleasure. The Fiend’s cock pressed against her bladder and she felt like she had to pee. Her toes curled and she managed to mewl as she came, squirting all over the ground and shaking. She didn’t even feel ashamed that she was squirting because of the Fiend.
Shani felt herself lifted off the ground and her eyes widened in shock as her grip on its front claws slipped. It grabbed the wall, and her limbs hung limp as she was literally impaled on its dick. Each thrust caused her body to jerk, modest tits bouncing. She finally mustered the courage to look down, only to see the outline of the dick pressing all the way to her tits. An eyelid fluttered in ecstasy as another orgasm ripped through her. Just the sight of it was so…So…
Fucking fantastic.
The Ghouls before this seemed like nothing in comparison. Even the hours she spent in the mud getting rutted by them didn’t hold up to the impalement anal as her Fiend master dominated her. “Y-yes,” blathered Shani, panting like a bitch in heat. “H-holy f-fuck.”
She would have said more but she forgot what words she wanted to say as the Fiend sped up. Shani reached for something, anything to keep her stable. Her fingers tangled in the fur of its torso and she clung there while her legs swung back and forth as the Fiend started fucking her with increased vigor. When it had come back without prey, she knew it would be rough, but she wasn’t expecting this.
Her jaw hurt from clenching, and she tried to squeeze her asshole around the Fiend to no avail. It would be a miracle if her asshole ever closed normally again. It would be a miracle if she could ever feel pleasure from anal ever again. No cock compared to this. This was insane and incredible. Dirty red hair clung to her scalp. Her mouth was dry, legs slick with her own cum and she was gibbering nonsense at this point. Not even words.
With a bellow that shook her bones, the Fiend thrust one last time. Shani’s eyes snapped open, mouth an O as it blew its load inside of her. The first rope of cum hit like an uppercut, knocking the wind out of her. Heat spread from her belly through her limbs, and she felt its cum churning inside her stomach, pulsing through the length of the cock as the Fiend grunted and ground into her.
Shani’s face scrunched up, nose curling as something rose in the back of her throat. As her belly extended to look like she was pregnant, and with cum still flowing and nowhere to go, it shot up her throat and she vomited thick strands of cum onto the cave wall. It splattered on her tits and shot out her nose. She tried to hold it back, but it dribbled through her teeth and it felt like cum would burst out her ears.
The Fiend’s cock slipped out of her with a squelch, like a messy vacuum. It practically made a pop. Shani dropped onto the floor, half-comatose, lower body shaking as she came again from the sensations rocking through her. Cum flowed freely out of her wrecked asshole, and it tasted musky and salty as it poured out her mouth. Her nose stung, and everything smelled of sex. Shani didn’t think, didn’t move. She lied there like a slug, twitching and cumming.
Thoroughly gutfucked and ruined, Shani passed out.
When she woke up, the Fiend was gone again, and the torchlight was just beginning to die out. Everything was sore. Her asshole winked shut, but she could feel a breeze inside of her as it didn’t stay closed. She shuddered, forcing herself to her hands and knees. The floor was sticky and cum pooled between her fingers. She coughed up some salty globs and spat them out.
“I-I can’t…” Shani mumbled in the dark. “Not again.” In the moment, she had wanted to be the Fiend’s cocksleeve forever. Now she was sore, scratched, and *still* leaking. Shani looked around. She knew the signs for how long ago the Fiend had left. She crawled to a piece of meat, touching it.
It was red and warm. Fresh. The Fiend had probably just left.
Staggering to her feet and resting her hands on her bulging stomach, Shani waddled toward the exit. She squeezed and pushed, leaving a white trail of the Fiend’s seed behind her. The more she walked, the lighter she felt, though exhaustion clouded her thoughts and fogged her mind. Still, anything would be preferable to this. She’d take the Ghouls again. Fuck, she’d rather get gangraped by drowners.
Shani took a deep, cool breath, stumbling through the darkness and following the breeze out of the den. Things would get better, they had to. Right?
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