Chapter Two

 

The air of the mountains brisk but it was still, the faintest wind could have enhanced the suck of leaving the car. She was unfamiliar with how elevation affected the temperature and could not fathom how it could be so damned cold during Summer. She bounced up and down with her arms wrapped under her breasts, trying to warm herself with some vigorous activity. In doing so, it was making her tits lift and lurch in a bra not designed to restrain them and almost bounced out the padded cups.

 

She moved from the driver’s door to the rear, opened up the back door and bent in, reaching for the cooler.. Though she might have been wearing some thick leggings. They were tight as could be, and the waistband was hanging off her cheeks with a fair bit of ass crack peeking out beyond it. There were no signs of underwear to disrupt the perfect outline of her voluptuous heart shaped ass.

 

She cracked one beer and guzzled it down, but then went back for another and drained it on the spot. Though she discarded the empties back into the car, littering was unacceptable even though she resented the place. With two down the hatch, she debated a third. Caution won over her gluttony. After all, she did not want to get more lost in a buzzed stupor.

 

Already she could feel a warmth spreading from her belly, a welcome sensation for sure when she walked back the way she had driven. The car was being left behind and couldn’t help but feel this slight rush of excitement course through her when it felt like she was embarking on an adventure. She was feeling so optimistic she was more lamenting the fact she had not brought some earbuds so she could have some music to make the lengthy walk with.

 

The pace was brisk with her tan hiking boots thumping against the hard-packed soil of the road. The quick stride of her long and toned legs was getting her blood pumping, it didn’t take long for her to warm up and soon her arms were swinging. Already she had put a fair amount of distance between herself and the car down the stretch towards the first bend from where she had come from. With a pang of worry she noticed the dusk was coming on fast, the natural light she relied on ebbed away.

 

Still, she pressed on and hoped the moon would provide her some measure of light. Though maybe if she had bothered to remember her phone, it could have improved her chance of glimpsing the inky shape of something stalking her from the treeline. Victoria remained oblivious, never once considering she was wandering alone in the woods could be dangerous. She found nature more comforting than the prospect of being alone in the city. 

 

As the night air settled in, wisps of fog were curling up the sides of the logging road from the forest. She watched the smoky tendrils reaching in towards her and found it unsettling. The mist lingered in the trenches around the logging road and seemed to overflow the banks as the grey tendrils snaked out toward her feet. Her steps scattered them away, but they were smothering the road ahead, giving it an eerie look. She could feel deep down something was amiss. The small hairs on the nape were standing stiff. 

 

Something was watching her, she knew it, and her sapphire eyes scanned about the treeline and found the darkness to be so much deeper under the heavy pine canopies. A realization dawned on her, anything could watch, bears, wolves and whatever else dangerous filled her imagination. Her strides were slowing, her heart raced with growing panic. A quick glance back to her car, only to whimper in worry. It was too dark, she could not see where it was anymore. Much too far was her estimation, and it deepened her sensation of impending doom until it twisted at her guts.

 

In the moment of hyper awareness she noticed there was nothing but a bizarre stillness had taken hold over the forest. Her brows furrowed at how unnatural it all felt. There was only the faint sound of the shifting pines and creaking bark from the breeze playing through the trees. Not a single insect was chirping like it had been moments ago. She had stopped walking. Keeping alert, she scanned about around her and into the deep shadows under those trees, trying to make out what could hide in the darkness.

 

“H-hello?” She called out, desperate to learn it was all just some prank being pulled on her by the guys.

     

The response she got was a loud crackle of wood from somewhere in the trees. The sound caused her to scream right back and shrink away from the direction she heard it. She froze in place soon after, unable to will her body to move other than the spastic quaking of her legs she had no control of. With all her senses she was straining to detect what could be lurking. Except there was no way for her to be sure because the sound of her heart thumping in her ears was just too damned loud.

 

Then the silence ended with a sudden growl. It sounded downright primeval and washed over her with such potency it shuddered in her rib cage. Her expressive eyes gaped with fright and the first true sensation of warmth was coming from between her legs because she had pissed herself on the spot. It felt like her life had turned into a terrible nightmare where she had no control over her body and felt stuck in place, cowering in fear. 

 

Her personal nightmare deepened when she saw it. A terrible blot of shadow pushed up from the ditch of the road and took center stage ten meters from her. Any further and she might not have even seen it in the gloomy dark. The sudden presence of her stalker ensured her bladder was empty and her mouth gaped in abject horror at it. In her panicked assessment, it appeared to be this massive animal far too close for comfort. Even if she ran and make it to the car, this beast looked rather large, a wolf or a cougar, did not fucking matter, both were unwelcome visitors. 

 

However, her assessment changed when it fucking stood on two legs!

 

It sent her mind reeling, unable to even process what she was staring at. It was some horrid amalgamation of animal and man. It was a hunched blot of darkness before her. The eyes, such terrible eyes, they glowed like two smoldering embers. Then she saw as it smiled, a human smile, but filled with sharp predatory teeth and seemed to spread from ear to ear in a Cheshire grin. Already she was backing away when confronted by something so unnatural and imposing. 

 

When the monster took its first step forward, she exploded into action by running in the other way to get away from whatever the fuck it was. Adrenaline surged through her veins like natural nitrous and she bolted with a raw scream of terror. Things didn’t start as smooth as she had needed and pitched forward onto all fours when her feet slipped out from under her legs. When she slammed her knees off the hard-packed dirt, the pain did not even register and clawed ruts into the dirt with her manicured nails. Already she was up and sprinting faster than she ever thought herself capable of.

 

A terrible roar bellowed from behind her, the sound it made was unlike anything she had ever heard in all the documentaries of animals she had watched. The thunderous vibrations of its primal bellow ripped through her body so violently she responded with a scream of absolute terror in kind. The ground shook under her feet from the weight of his bounding strides, followed by the heavy thumping of its massive paws slamming into the hard ground.

 

Tears streamed down her cheeks in lines clouded black from her mascara. She was sobbing in terror to hear the frightening creature getting closer and closer despite her effort to put distance between them. Those burning eyes were still haunting her, filled with intelligence and desire, and she knew it would do terrible things when it caught her. She was soon about to find out when one of its clawed hands swiped at her foot she had extended behind and she wailed so much louder at the graze.

 

Deep down part of her knew doom was certain and sobbed even louder. The one bastion of safety, her car, seemed leagues away. She could just almost see it around the bend and her pursuer was so close. A hundred desperate prayers flew through her mind and yet she could feel the beast’s heated breath against her nape, meaning none of them were being answered. Then something just snapped inside her and she slowed to a stop, staring in sorrow at the car with her arms limp at her sides. 

 

A burst of white stars filled the edges in her vision when both its massive hands slammed hard into her upper back. 

 

The brutal impact pushed a pained squawk when all the air rushed from her lungs. Blunt claws raked trails of fire down the length of her back and her head snapped back with a face contorted in a grimace of agony. Her shirt compressed tight, her bra pinching around her chest. Buttons burst and her creamy valley of cleavage exposed, then the front facing clasp of her bra burst open. She lurched forward and strained against the pull coming at her shirt, the throbbing from her back spurring her forward to get away. 

 

Then came a hard yank and the sleeves of her shirt pulled her arms back behind. Both bra and shirt tossed away from her in a violent stripping. Her tits wobbled when freed, two huge melons exposed to the cool night air, the silver barbell piercings in her pink nipples glittering in the moonlight. She tried to brace, but her thick and toned legs quivered when the monster grabbed onto her sides and bore its weight into her lower back. When her legs gave out, her heart sank into her stomach when being dragged down by it, everything seemed to move in slow motion. Both her knees slammed into the hard packed dirt with a jolt of pain. Her hands reached out to grasp at nothing, and she fell chest-first into the unforgiving dirt.

 

Everything flashed white and her face and breasts withstood the fall with a fleshy thwack as they met with the hard dirt. A pained grunt eked from her lungs and kicked up a cloud of dirt with a cheek mashed against the trail. Her bare tits got squashed flat against the ground with her plump rump sticking high in the air for her attacker. Those leggings left nothing to the imagination. From the mound of her ex to the apex of the crack of her fine ass, the seam of her pants had been wedged between them. She had such a plump pussy squished up between her thighs in a fat camel toe, just begging for a fat cock.

 

She felt the claws scrape under her waistband and gave such a hard tug to her pants. It lifted her off her knees before she heard such a loud ripping sound. The only thing it ripped off was her leggings, not her skin like she had dreaded. All that remained of her pants were hanging loose in tatters, reduced to nothing more than stockings. There was an agonizing pause. She knew it was staring and was suspecting it was very much a male that was gazing with those burning eyes at her exposed backside. 

 

She jolted when his huge hands smothered her ass, the heat of them radiated into her silken flesh and her cheeks burned just as hot in humiliation. The creature was petting her, coarse palms stroked, the claws rasped loud over her creamy flesh and raking bright lines of pink into her skin. When he made a purring growl, she gave a worried look over her shoulders with doe eyes. The beast was fixated on the fat ass he held in his frightening hands.

 

When he clutched her cheeks and spread them wide open to expose her more to him, any doubts of his intent was pushed aside. He got to see it all, from her puckered caramel asshole and how those little wrinkles forming spokes around the tiniest of holes. The pale and bare lips of her pussy cracked open with a sinful wet smack and flashed the sacred valley of wet pink to him.

 

The way he rumbled had every hair along her spine stand on end. She felt him drop in behind her and she was struggling to grasp how quick it was happening. His hands pushed in and closed tight around her waist, his claws gouging deep into the delicate skin of her hips. The hard pull he gave made her yelp, but she obeyed and got on her elbows, giving him the angle he wanted from her. She knew the beast had in mind and it planted a different seed of worry, but there was something else. It was excitement tingling all over her body when he moved in behind her and it got her parting her legs for him in anticipation.

 

When something hot and slimy mashed up against the pouted seam of her pussy she lurched away, only to have him growl and yank her back in position. A plump helmet of a cockhead was what he was prodding at her with, the fattest one she ever felt was rooting around between her folds. The tingle of excitement grew to heated arousal when he pressed in and spread her open with his pulsating member. Then came pressure like she had never felt surged between her legs and it jolted her forward with a gasp. 

 

She was already wet for him and he surged into her with a juicy squish and it ripped a startled cry from her throat when he claimed her by force. He was not just large; he was huge, more than she ever took before and the pins and needles of pain flaring at her entrance told her that. She proved to be a tight fit; he harvested a handful of strained belches when he kept yanking his member out of her.

 

With his rapid fire re-entry, she arched her back and let out shocked wails in response. He was rutting into her, pulling her back into his hard and hungry thrusts. To her it felt like near a small balled fist of iron hard flesh was leading. The shaft rooted in thick pulsating veins was pumping at her. Her pampered cunt was yawning open wide enough to ache, those plump lips sucking at his girth thick as her wrist and getting dragged back and forth along it. She was cursing breathlessly with each shove, her tits swaying back and forth with her nipples scraping over the rough ground.

 

She did not scream or beg for him to stop, or struggle and try to escape how he was raping her like a savage. No, she was pushing back into him, legs parting to better take his thrusts in complete surrender. The entire point of coming up to this mountain to get fucked, the monster was giving her what she yearned for and so much more. There was more hurt than pleasure from it, but in her depraved head she adored it. 

 

The beast had pounced on no timid woman on that night, she was a different animal, one of the rare few. Victoria was a slut, a label she had long embraced and wore like a badge of pride. She knew the game plan when she got up there, get her drunk and run a train on her tent the entire camping trip. It was the exact reason panties seemed pointless and remained so. The beast rutting into her was figuring it out and stuffed both his thick thumbs into her puckered asshole. She gasped when he worked them in past the first knobby knuckle a lusty giggle in approval. 

 

He hunched over her, growling and snarling into her ear, and even she could tell they were animal sounds of pleasure. She was grunting in discomfort, any moan strained as she struggled to handle such vicious use of her body. She kept stealing fearful glances over her shoulder. It was an unfamiliar sensation and she could not deny there was an intoxicating rush which enhanced everything about it. The ache dulled in her stretched out pussy where he had been and seemed to travel deeper where he was hitting fresh resistance. 

 

From between her legs came a flurry of sinful sounds, pitched squishes when he pushed in and long slurps when her hungry fuck slot refused to let go. She bit at her plump bottom lip hearing how wet she was over a monster raping her, feeling how her warm lust slid down her inner thighs. There was no getting used to his bitch breaker however and what limits she felt she had he was already pushing beyond them. In the act’s chaos, she was not aware of how her entire sex curled in when he struck the limits of her pussy. His hips were being stopped inches from her ass, the denial of her body was only making him more violent. 

 

He bit the side of her neck and drilled into her in a growing frenzy.

 

If she knew what made her peak, the cock or his bite, she could not tell. All she cared about was how hard she came when he clamped down on the side of her neck with his predatory maw. It had set fireworks off of pleasure in her head. Her eyes quivered and twisted back under their lids with her mouth yawned open. Her flushed pink pussy lips were flexing with hunger for those last inches he was working into her, her satin walls clenching and tugging along his girth. He was beating the last of his hard inches into her peaked cunt and stuttering her blissed out moans. She adored it. The pain and discomfort when he forced her to take it all just made her orgasm rise higher and higher.

 

Try as he might, he just could not hate fuck the fire out his victim. She was only getting more animated, pushing back with want, wriggling her hips to stir him inside her. Victoria was not quite a victim and even enjoyed how his blunt claws gave her hash marks of scrapes and fat red welts on her sides and hips. His hard pelvis met with her plush rump in stinking strikes, the round cheeks recoiling off, soft flesh rippling deep only to stop short against his restraining palms. His huge nuts swing forward and smacked off the pronounced mound of her sex. They were twin orbs, each one like a ripe orange and it wanted to pour some thick juices into her. 

 

With her body he filled the once silent forest with a carnal chorus, sharp fleshy smacks as their lower halves met in a rapid tempo. He was panting hard, snarling over the flesh of her neck he had clamped down. Her cries were being stuttered by his thrusts, weak and desperate under his relentless assault.

 

After he made her take all of him she had lost all sense of how long he had been fucking her. It could have been a few minutes or an hour of getting her cunt torn up beastial dick. Her body and mind were in conflict. The body ached for him to stop and get it over with. The mind wanted him to keep going, to keep piling it on. She had never gotten it so rough before and was thinking she never will again once he finished.

 

When his peak rose, she was well aware it was happening, both predictable and worrying at the same time because of his strange nature. His thrusts grew erratic, but also rose in bone jarring power. Victoria’s mouth gaped in awe when she felt his cock head expanding and she could feel the rigid crown grind through her from the inside, almost forming a cork. The last handful of thrusts she got more into it and was begging for him to cum. She was reaching between her legs with one hand and cup one of his massive nuts in her palm, encouraging him to unload inside her.

 

A pleasured snarl announced the first mighty flex and what she felt surge into her body was so inhuman and vile and her pussy was clenching to drink it up. A fat deluge of lumpy snot hit her depths like a punch to the stomach, so potent she could taste it on her tongue. She did not just feel him polluting her insides, she could feel how it was flowing into her womb, giving her a new full sensation to experience. A heat like she never felt bloomed in her core. He was holding her in so close it crushed her ass up against his hips, his massive organ flexing again and again, pouring himself into her twitching pussy. 

 

It was rare for her to take a creampie, most of the time they were a mistake, a gross sticky accident she never appreciated. What he had done to her was on a whole different level of nasty and yet she fucking loved it. He came inside her on purpose and was holding her so tight against him to plant it deep it hurt. The simple act of him trying to breed her tipped off another orgasm. Her mouth was open and slack, tongue hanging out as she drooled after being reduced to nothing more than the creature’s cum dumpster.

 

He released his hold on her throat and her upper body dropped to the dirt with a whump. A slight hump was growing low in her pale midsection with his virile seed flooding her womb. The excess back flowed along his shaft and came bubbling up as a steaming mess around her swollen cunt lips. It was hanging off her mound in fat gobs and oozing into her tattered leggings, hugging her thighs. While she lay there struggling to cope with the experience, she whimpered in concern and touched her stomach. She was wondering if her birth control was adequate to prevent a freak like him from knocking her up.

 

The only signal she got he finished with her was when his massive hands relaxed and tugged his thumbs out her aching asshole. A whole original kind of euphoria washed over her then. She giggled while grinding her hips around his cock, stirring up the mess he made inside her, basking in the afterglow of the primal violation. A low snarl dispelled her sexual daze, having forgotten not who, but what had just fucked her. It had ended the moment of bliss. It was time to get the fuck away from him before he got any other ideas, the ideas that involved more tooth and nail than she preferred.

 

She crawled forward on hands and knees and for a moment he felt stuck inside, her pussy clinging on and being pulled out from between her thighs. It took some effort, but she broke their sexual fusion and with a long and lewd slurp. She unsheathed his embedded dick from her well used pussy, leaving her feeling sore. It left her throbbing between the legs, but it was a sweet pain from a good and hard fuck she did not feel often.

 

She was not thinking and the first thing she did was clutch her beaten up muff. The yellow gobs of steaming hot cum came burbling up out of her puffy pink seam and between her fingers. Though she had never intended it, she was touching her pussy, playing with it and assessing the damage. It was sore for sure, but nothing awful, the worst being his actual load. It might take weeks just to flush it all out. None of it mattered.

 

On shaky legs she struggled to rise, taking a few stagger steps towards her set goal of the car. She felt strange, almost drunk after what she endured. The world was spinning, making it hard to keep steady on a road meant for logging trucks. The only thing that mattered in her cock shocked mind was getting away from him with her black hair in tangles and clinging to her mascara streaked cheeks. 

 

She had figured the beast had finished with her; most men did in the past. They would bust their load and then they would sigh and roll off her in content even though most of the time she was not.

 

Except he was not alone.