The Masked Ones Part 1 : Brutality
Author's note : this was written well over a year and a half ago, and has been kicking around my comp for all that time. The next part is nearly written... maybe posting it might actually get me off my ass...
The Masked Ones - Part One
Brutality
Many years ago, a brutal encounter with one of them opened my eyes to
the truth that had hidden them from our sight.
It was a painful way to learn the truth, yes... but now, I would not
trade that knowledge for anything else.
My name is Celeste LeFae... and I was once human.
Celeste smiled coyly at the man across the floor of the nightclub,
a new face that had been watching her intently for the entire evening.
The man's eyes disturbed her, as if they were boring into her soul and
seeing something that even she herself could not know. It was a quiet
evening at the club, and none of her friends were around. They'd been
urging her to meet someone of her own for a long time, and maybe it was
time. Shrugging inwardly, she stood and walked over to the couches where
the man was lounging in a big, soft leather easy chair.
As she approached, Celeste thought weird stare, but he's really
cute. Not just cute, but gorgeous bet he has a big package. A REALLY
big package. The man was dressed all in black, with his long black hair
pulled into a ponytail bound by a black ribbon in a bow. His eyes were
a bright green that Celeste had never seen. Contacts I guess he's allowed
some vanity.
"Is anyone sitting here?" Celeste asked politely, but loudly, so as
to be heard over the din of the music. Her eyes were inadvertently drawn
downward to the man's crotch. The tight fitting black pants outlined a
very large bulge in his pants, and the man was obviously not even yet
aroused.
"No nobody please, sit. I've been watching you since you came in.
I'm Teron." The man smiled, baring teeth that were pure white and
perfectly straight. It was an inviting smile, friendly and without guile,
though there was a lustful gleam in the man's eyes.
Celeste sat herself down beside Teron and he draped his arm around
her shoulder amiably. "So, it's kind of boring here tonight. Not much of
an atmosphere to talk you want to go to the coffee shop across the
street?"
Celeste nodded, inwardly smiling this was going to be a very
interesting night
Celeste and Teron stayed at the coffee shop till closing, talking
about everything from their shared interests to national politics. Teron
had a very quick wit, and was charming her like no man had in the year
since she'd left home. He was the perfect catch, no doubt about it... and
a lot nicer than the guys she'd gone home with on the last while.
Briefly she wondered how he'd perform in bed.
As the coffee shop closed down, the two rose and prepared to leave.
"So, where do you live, Celeste?" Teron asked casually, smiling. "I
thought I'd walk you home if it's not too far out of the way."
Celeste grinned widely. "Thank you, Teron, but I was wondering if
we could go back to your place for a nightcap or something... else."
Teron blinked as if he hadn't expected her to be so forward, then
smirked. "Well, if you insist, Celeste. Tell me," he said, his smirk
widening into a grin, "are you usually this... forward with men?"
Celeste nodded. "I know what I want, Teron. I want you. Tonight."
Teron smiled... "then that's another thing we agree on."
Teron's house wasn't far away, on a small residential street in one
of the richer areas of town. When asked why he didn't have a car, Teron
shrugged. "I don't need one... my business is at home. Why screw with
the environment when you don't have to?"
They were in his living room, an elegant room with a grand piano
that Teron had played effortlessly, to Celeste's delight. After going to
the cellar to get a bottle of champagne, he brought back two full glasses.
They chatted amiably for a while, not touching either glass. As the
grandfather clock in the hall struck three times, Celeste took the first
sip of champagne, clinking glasses with Teron.
Immediately, she began to feel faint, as if all energy were seeping
from her body. "W-what???? What's.... TARON!" The glass fell to the
floor, shattering on impact, as Celeste's entire body went limp, and her
consciousness faded away...
All the while, Taron was watching her, a wicked gleam in his eye.
Celeste was first aware of the cool rag on her forehead. As she
became more conscious of her surroundings, she realized that she was in a
small, dimly lit room, and she was laying on a cold stone floor. She
began to tremble slightly when she realized that she was completely naked.
She tried to move her arms and legs, but even though she could move
her neck with some difficulty, it seemed as if her limbs weren't able to
respond. It wasn't as if she were bound in any way, she just couldn't get
her arms and legs to move.
She slowly became aware of a presence beside her. Turning her head
slowly, she saw Taron sitting beside her on a small metal chair, smiling,
naked as the day on which he'd been born. "Hello there, little peach. I
hope you're completely awake now. That little knockout drug I put in your
drink acted rather quickly. You must be very sensitive to it."
He reached out to poke her wrist. "You feel that? Good." Standing
up, he moved to her feet and prodded them with his index finger. "What
about that? Good. I want you to feel all of this, because you're in for
a wild ride, little peach."
When Celeste tried to speak, her voice was barely a whisper, yet
Taron seemed to be able to hear her perfectly. "Please... don't do
this..."
Taron chuckled, "sorry peach, you said you wanted me... I'm just
going to oblige. What I am isn't exactly what you expected, is all." His
eyes seemed to shine in the dim light, and as he smiled at her, she could
see a mouth filled with sharp teeth.
Celeste tried to scream, but all that came out was a ragged croak.
Celeste tried to look away as he began to undress, but for some reason,
she was transfixed by a strange terrified fascination as his flesh began
to... ripple.
Standing in full view, he began to change into something monstrous.
Thick black fur began to grow all over his body, first sprouting from his
chest and back. His toothy smile elongated into a wicked muzzle with a
long, wet tongue lolling over the lower canines, and his eyes became..
wolflike, yellow and shining. His ears grew large and pointed, migrating
to the top of his head. Hands became a bizarre mixture of a human hand
and canine paws, with wickedly sharp claws. His large penis grew a flap
of skin that attached to his belly, and a black furred sheath grew around
it, with only the reddish pink head poking out.
Celeste's mind tried to deny what she was seeing as the large black
creature stepped closer, lust in it's eyes. "You see, little peach, I'm
not human... and yes... I'm going to kill you when I'm done with you. You
see, I can't let you live, after seeing what I am." it said in a growling
voice.
Leaning over her, the thing that was Taron grabbed her chin and
smiled as he turned her head left, then right, watching the tears begin to
stream down her cheeks. "A very pretty one this time. Heh... this is
going to be fun." Leaning closer, Taron licked up the tears, and then
pulled his maw away from her face. "If I like you enough, you'll live a
good long while... but that won't be much fun for you. That, I
guarantee." He ran a claw from her collarbone down to her crotch, not
cutting deeply enough to cause real damage, but still leaving a tiny line
of red in it's trail.
Celeste whimpered in pain as the claw dragged down her torso,
whimpering even more loudly as Taron leaned over her and ran his long
tongue down the trail of blood, continuing farther down, pulling her legs
apart and lapping greedily at her crotch.
With two enormous, clawed hands he lifted her backside off the
floor, digging his claws painfully into her thighs. Stuffing his muzzle
even deeper into her muff, he licked as deeply into her pussy as he could,
sending unwilling waves of sexual arousal flowing through Celeste's body.
Even as he drove his canine tongue even deeper into her hole, he clenched
his pawlike hands tightly, puncturing her skin with his claws, now sending
twin waves of agony and pleasure through her body.
Tears flowed freely from Celeste's eyes as she tried to squirm, but
the effects of the drug were still keeping her body from obeying her
command. Her mind rejected his touch, but her pussy was beginning to
moisten with his constant attentions.
Taron's hands suddenly unclenched and he allowed her body to drop to
the ground roughly. He licked at the blood on her legs this time, then
gazed directly into her eyes. "You're getting wet, missy. I think you
like this, after all. Heh. See how you like this, eh?" He said wickedly
as he flipped her onto her back. Placing two claws on her back, he raked
them brutally down to her buttocks, laying the flesh open wide.
Celeste tried to scream, but all that emerged from her throat was a
ragged whimpering sob. Her mind raced to deny all that was happening to
her, but as another claw raked across her back, she began to whisper a
prayer that she would die quickly... there was no way this was a dream.
Reaching under her belly, he pulled her body into a half-kneeling
position, her knees tucked under her abdomen, her thighs spread slightly,
presenting her privates to Taron lewdly.
With a lustful half-chuckle half-growl, he spread her lips with two
of his digits, and slid a third into her hole. Whether by accident or
design, his claw didn't cut her flesh inside, and he began to pull it out
almost gently, then pushed it back in. He continued to finger-fuck her
pussy for quite some time, even as his other paw made tiny little painful
nicks all across her buttocks and back.
His finger was at least as thick as a normal human's cock, and her
pussy continued to moisten against all the urging of her mind. His final
digit inched to her clit and began to stroke it. When Taron spoke, his
voice was a husky whisper, tainted by malevolent glee. "I'm going to make
you come before I fuck you, little peach. Your body agrees with me...
even if you don't."
Celeste was able to shake her head weakly as she denied the
statement, then stopped as a miniature orgasm overtook her. Even as the
first was finished, a second began, more powerful than the first.
Taron leaned over her slightly, and she felt his hot breath on her
rear. His tongue ran lewdly across her buttcheeks and then began to lap
at her anus. Suddenly, Celeste felt the claw that was making tiny nicks
stop, and a finger press against her anus. Unable to even clench her
muscles there, it slipped painfully in... and yet, it drove her over the
edge. An earth-shattering orgasm overtook her, and her pussy gushed.
"Too bad, little peach. You had your fun, now I'll get to have
mine. This, will not be so pleasant.... but first, you get to see what
I have ready for you."
Pulling away, he padded around to a point where Celeste could see
his naked body. Her eyes widened in shock at the sheer size of his fully
extended cock. Fully two inches wide, twelve long and dripping pre-cum,
it was a terrifying sight to behold. But if that sight was enough to
make her eyes open wide, what came next forced her to close them tight,
and sob in fear. He pulled the sheath that covered a large bulge at what
she had assumed was the base of his penis, revealing an oddly shaped bulb
of flesh that was at least three and a quarter inches wide and two long.
Padding back to her rear, he slapped his thick cock against her
buttocks, then placed the tip at the opening of her pussy. Hunching over
her, his hot breath stirred the hair on her head. She whimpered in fear,
and then gasped, moaning in pain as he brutally thrust his massive cock
into her, pounding in and out repeatedly and rapidly, not yet forcing his
knot inside her.
For what seemed hours, but was only a few minutes, he rammed her.
Then, as suddenly as he had started, he stopped. He pulled away
completely and then picked her up as if she were a rag doll. Whirling her
limp body around in the air, he looked directly at her, he smiled evilly.
"Now, don't bite me, and I WON'T shove this nice little package in
your pussy any more. I want to come in your mouth, you understand? One
little touch of teeth, and I WILL put it all the way in. And here's more
incentive for you, little peach. If you do well, I'll make it quick and
painless... your death that is. If not... well, you can guess."
Celeste, knowing that he was serious, and not wanting that giant
thing in her anymore, nodded weakly. She didn't want anymore pain. Even
as she nodded, he dropped her to the ground and strode to a little cabinet
in the corner of the room. Withdrawing a small bottle and a needle, he
smiled. "Now, peach, this will nullify the paralytic in your blood. If
you try to run, just know that I can catch you. I'm bigger, stronger, and
faster, and your death will NOT be pleasant."
He put the needle through the rubber top of the bottle and withdrew
a small amount of liquid. Padding over to her, he jammed it into one
buttock and depressed the plunger. He continued to stroke his cock all
the while, keeping himself hard. When the drug finally began to take
effect, he smiled viciously. "Suck it, peach, now."
Trembling, tears flowing freely, Celeste crawled over to him and
knelt, grasping the base of his cock weakly. Fighting waves of revulsion
at the canid penis, she licked the shaft hestitantly, mechanically. "No,
little peach, you better do it like you MEAN it. Or..." he reached his
arm behind her head and nicked her neck with a claw.
Trembling slightly, she closed her eyes and began to lick it like a
lollipop, trying to imagine it was a normal human cock. Taron moaned
slightly and then told her, "in your mouth, now... I feel like I'm going
to blow."
Celeste choked back another sob and complied, putting the tip of his
cock in her mouth and slowly moving her lips down the shaft, as far as she
could go without gagging. Taron's hips began to buck, and he guided her
head with his paws. With a loud, growling howl, he climaxed, sending
gushing wads of sticky semen into her mouth and throat. "Swallow," he
growled fiercely, and held her head so she had no choice but to comply as
his cock jetted cum. Finally, he seemed to finish, and pulled his cock
out of her mouth. With one swift motion, he wrapped his arms around her
waist and lifted her to eye level. "I still have more in me. Now I'm
going to fuck you for real."
She cried, "but you promised me you wouldn't... you'd make it
quick."
"Oh, I will, peach, but I only said I wouldn't put it in your
pussy..."
Celeste began to scream and he threw her to the ground. His two
large hands wrapped around her neck, and he told her. "I will make it
even more painful if you struggle... I have drugs that enhance the
senses... even touch. On your hands and knees..."
Weakly, hesitatingly, she did as he told, baring her ass to him. As
he hunched over her, he opened his maw wide and clamped down on her neck,
to keep her from trying to escape. She was sobbing and screaming, and
even as he placed the tip of his monster cock at her anus, she became
deathly quiet.
One quick, brutal thrust started her screaming again, and he hadn't
even gone deep yet. He pulled almost all the way out, and then pounded in
again, shoving it deeper, deep enough that she could feel it inside. Each
thrust took it deeper and deeper, until the knot was pressed flush against
her anus. She held her breath as he pulled all the way out, all twelve
inches... and then, with a brutally strong thrust, forced his way inside
all the way. For a moment, the knot strained against the skin and muscle
of her sphincter, and then popped in, tearing skin as it went, making her
scream anew. In and out it went, over and over, lubricated by blood and
come, even as her world began to go dark...
Releasing her neck, howling in ecstasy, Taron came inside her,
splashing her insides with his seed... and because of the loud howl, he
didn't hear the door of the room open and two large forms enter.
In fact, the last thing he ever knew was the feeling of a plasma
rifle pressed to the base of his skull. His body toppled to the floor.
"Got you this time, you bastard," a growling voice said disgustedly. "Get
her off his cock and to the shuttle, Chi'lara. She needs a mem-wash and
healing."
"Sure thing, Fehran." Leaning over Celeste, the one named Chi'lara
came into Celeste's field of view. "You'll be okay... you won't remember
any of this..." But Celeste heard none of this, and the last thing she
was aware of before she lost consciousness completely, was that her
'rescuers' were the same kind of monsters as Taron had been.
To be continued....