Taken
"Taken" By Feral Udimo
Beth had transitioned into a new position at work. Over the past year or so, her peers had looked to her for guidance and leadership during a tough economic time and the department heads had taken notice. After spending a long few months adjusting to her new position and working long frustrating days that led into night, Beth decided it was time to reward herself with a trip to Rome.
Rome had been a dream of hers since her childhood. History had been one of her favorite subjects and so exploring the streets of the ancient forum to travel underneath the famous arches would be a treat like no other. All the confusion and turmoil at home was now gone as she stepped off the plane. She was here and her lungs filled with the sweet smells of a city full of life and romance.
After settling in at her hotel, Beth decided a leisurely walk was in order. Following the curved swaying cobblestone streets, she soon found herself immersed in the richness only a city of two thousand years could provide. Her lungs filled the smells of warm breads and pastries and the distant echoes of music muffling the sounds of progress. She was in a dream as she allowed her legs to carry her past the centers of foot traffic. Her strolling led her to ruins of times past, broken columns, stone foundations of buildings draped in marble and alabaster and remnants of statues of history's famous and infamous.
Many resembled Greek Classical and Hellenistic ideals of beauty. Marble women emblazoned with fine thin silks, seemingly wet and flowing across their bodies, accentuating their near nude human perfection. Phallic representations of male genitals abound as heroes battled mythical beasts and feasted upon the fruits of womanly slaves. She succumbed to her imagination as she felt her womanhood stir .Her eyes fixated on the penises of those larger than life figures. She allows her eyes to follow the soft edges from a strong chin down across his white marble chest, his own nipples hard and frozen in time. Her eyes drop lower to take in his hardened belly, exposed to battle, yet vulnerable to her eyes as she feels her legs shift. Again her eyes lowered as she took in the semi flaccid member of this man-god. She studied its girth and length and was fascinated by his obvious foreskin. She was amazed at the detail of his veiny shaft and the wrinkled heft that dangled freely between his thighs.
She thought to herself as to the great detail that went into fashioning such a beautiful male specimen and yet, even though much was relegated to exaggeration and idealism, his cock was realistic and seemingly modest. She had become damp at the thought of falling prey to his lust filled desires. Only if she could travel back in time and succumb to him. She giggled as she reached out and trailed her index finger across his length. Her own body shivered as her thighs felt a rush of warm heat.
As Beth stood there admiring his permanently hardened manhood a sudden snap was heard in the near distance! Her hand withdrew quickly fearing someone had seen her in this embarrassing moment fondling a mere statue, an incomplete one at that. She turned and looked in either direction...no one was there. She soon realized that dusk had fallen and the ruins were now overcast in accent lights and she was seemingly alone.
She crossed her arms and decided that it was best to head back to her hotel and start anew in the morning. Turning towards the direction she came, she heard another noise. This time it was closer. She felt her legs size up on her fearing being mugged or worse. As she forced her legs to move, the feint sound became louder and seemingly animalistic. Her imagination ran wild with ideas of stray dogs looking for food. She was athletic to some degree, but was unsure if she could outrun or fend off for that matter, a pack of feral dogs.
Her pace quickened as she made her way across the beaten path of cobblestones, then, out of nowhere she deviated from her direction and turned and veered into the grassy pathways intertwined among the statues and broken columns themselves. Adrenaline could be the culprit of the deviation, but her actions were invested and she was making a beeline for the edge of the ruins.
As her pace quickened, she suddenly felt someone or something grip her arm. Her fast motion now suddenly stopped, causing her to fall to the ground. Her legs and knees dig deep into the soft grassy surface as she reached out and hooked her hand across the remnants of a marble slab. Her eyes tried to adjust to the quick motions of whatever it was, but hr nostrils flared as she got a whiff of a very musky scent. Her lungs filled with the heavy feral odor as her yes looked up and saw the large beast.
She sat there leaning against the marble precipice looking up with disbelief. Standing there before her was a large menacing creature with broad shoulders and a large protruding snout. His head flanked by looming bull like horns and his hoofs were firmly rooted into the ground below. He stood there hovering over her small frame as he eyes took in her natural beauty. Connected to his snout was a large brass ring piercing his nostrils and a fair amount of steamy exhalation barreled outward as he exhaled. Her eyes widened as she lowered her gaze downward across his barrel-chested torso and his large muscular arms. His hands, although clawed, resembled a man's, as well as his general shape, but his demeanor and presence suggested a bull like creature. She sat there trembling and unsure of what to do, yet her eyes traveled south and took in his midriff. Again, he resembled a man in stature, but his heft and sheath were more pronounced and exposed.
Her mind amazingly flashed back to her teen years while visiting her grandparents on their farm. She would often be mesmerized by the prized bull in its courting rituals of the females. She noticed his determination in breeding them and she soon noticed that the females offered no resistance to him, perhaps they new he would take them regardless. Her flashback was quickly interrupted as she felt his large clawed arm encircle her waist and pull her upward. His other hand reached up and wrapped around her throat as he studied her.
His cold nose ring pressed into her abdomen as his nostrils flared. His lungs snorted and exhaled as he took in her sweet scent. Beth tried to struggle free as she felt his prodding snout. Her hands flew up and pushed at his bare chest, but her delicate palms felt nothing but his own stiff nipples and a hint of his course hair. Strangely he did not stifle her screams, but instead, he continued to inspect her small frame. His grip on her throat loosened as he dragged his menacing claws down her torso tearing her blouse, exposing her breast to him.
His breathing became more heavy and guttural as he continued to tear away at the thin material. Soon her khaki pants were ripped open and dangled near to her knees, only held on my her shoes. Beth kicked and swung her lags trying to struggle free, but the beast forced his snout in between her legs. The course hair and his teeth scraped across her inner thighs as the cold nose ring made contact with her opening. Her head threw back as its metallic surface slid upward and exposed her clit roughly to him. He stood there as he inhaled deeply, his lungs filled with her heat. As her scent caressed his lungs, his sheath began to stir. The circular tip opened up as his pinkish member began to protrude from its protective sheath. The tip moistened and glistened with his wetness.
Beth continued to struggle as her body betrayed her. Her thighs could not fight off his snout as it forced its way in between her legs. She felt her rosebud throb with excitement at feeling his warm breath cascade across her inner thighs. Then she felt his long thick tongue snake outward and press into her folds. The flat surface dragged across her wet opening, spreading her sex to him, her body shuddered and shivered as her clit felt the brunt of his licking her.
She turned her head in shame and horror as she felt her thighs widen slightly allowing him to taste her juices. Again her body betrayed her as her screams gave over to gasping moans. Her lips parted as she gave shallow deep breaths. Her hands gripped into his chest and shoulders as he lapped at her swelling folds. She soon felt her eyes close as she succumbed to his lewd licking. She felt her pelvis arch and the gyrate lewdly into the warm wet tongue of his. She was upset that she would succumb to a beasts taking of her. She tried to deny it, but her body accepted it.
Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as his tongue pressed into her folds relentlessly, stretching her open as the curved tip would gingerly penetrate into her inner walls. Her gasps echoed into his ears as he lapped at her flowing juices, savoring her heat. She whimpered at him, as if begging for a release. Her body needed a different type of release. Her open legs and her throbbing clit foretold that truth.
Her head tilted back she grew limp in his embrace then, suddenly she felt her body stiffen and grow warm. She felt her inner walls convulse and she felt as if her pussy was pushing itself outward. The flat end of his tongue curled up inside of her and scooped at her inner walls as she convulsed into orgasm. Her legs shuddered as she felt her body release a rush of warm juices and her ears echoed with his licking profusely at her opening. She again turned her head in shame at having cum for him. She laid there with his arm around her as he took long slow deliberate lick at her glistening hole. She felt her clit throb and spasm again as it nestled in the flat surface of his tongue. Not only was she shocked at his deliberate licking of her forbidden sex. She was afraid of what was next.
His other hand reached down and gripped her by the waist. Her body was still limp and in shock at having spilled her juices for him. She felt her hands lay flat on the cold surface of the marble slab and her legs standing upward with her back to him. She stood their trembling as she felt his warm breath again on the back of her neck. He allowed his wet tongue to travel across the nape of her neck and down into the soft crevice of her spine. Her body trembled and shook as his clawed hands steadied her. She looked forward as she struggled to stand. His thick tongue traveled over the soft contours of her ass cheeks and delved down into the soft tender darkness.
Beth gasped as she felt his tongue lewdly graze her puckered anus, the tip teasingly penetrating the tightness, but continuing lower to find her dripping entrance. Her palms pressed into the marble surface as the familiar licking continued. Her body still shaking and recovering from climaxing, she felt her ass ride up and meet his forceful tongue. The curved tip, yet again, slid underneath her and pushed back on her clitoral hood, exposing her throbbing rosebud to him. Like a beacon, its reddened silky texture dripped with dewy residue as he dragged his tongue across her swollen petals. Her heat excited him to no end as his menacing cock had become completely exposed as it dangled between his legs. The veiny shaft glistened with his semenal fluids as it pulsated and dripped. Near the base was a knot like bulbousness, resembling a domesticated canine, yet the size and girth of his member resembled no normal beast.
Her mouth gaped open as she let out a deep guttural moan of her own as she felt the same feeling as before. Her body was gyrating against his snout as he tasted her heat. Her orgasm was close and he knew how to coax it out of her. His licks were deliberate and pronounced causing her labia to spread open with each lick but before she could spill her juices for him again, she felt his tongue withdraw from her dripping sex.
For a brief moment that seemed timeless, she stood there motionless as the warm Mediterranean air cascaded across her bare genitals, her body shivering, but seemingly calm. As the old cliché comes to mind, the calm before the storm gave way to sudden fear and helplessness as she felt his clawed hands slide across her hips and grip into her tender flesh. She lets out a deep gasping cry, but no sound escaped as she felt his snout come down and capture her neck in between his teeth. The sharpness gripped her by the nape of her neck as she felt her legs being spread open. His palms squeezed tightly against her soft delicate skin, pink and fleshy, contrasting against his dark bull like appearance and his dark course hair.
Her mouth opeed wide as she felt his hairy thighs scrape across hers from behind. Then the night time sounds became muffled as she felt the blood engorged crown of his cock probe at her open hole. Beth felt the jabbing stab of his cock as it slide across her folds and grazed her clit allowing the bulbous head to poke her in her soft mound, its thickness and length evident to her fears. He dug his hoofs feet into the soft grass below and made a couple stabbing attempts at penetrating her tightness. Her body stiff and fearful of his intentions struggled to no avail. Then as his teeth gripped into her neck tighter, she felt the head make contact with her entrance and then the full forceful thrust up inside of her. Her body shook and stiffened as she cried out like a wounded cat as he penetrated her tightness with his hardness.
Her struggle caused his teeth to dig into her delicate flesh deeply as she felt the full thrust of his length into her. Her folds stretched widely to accommodate his girth, but her cervix received the full force of his mounting her. She cried out as her body grew numb as he impaled her on his cock. Her toes barely touching the ground as her eyes widened and her body molded into his grip. Again her body betrayed her as her ass cheeks rode up into his abdomen to be tickled by his bristly fur and her cunt opened up to accept his invasion of her depths.
His hands gripped her hips firmly as he began to rock back and forth into her. His saliva dribbled down her soft neck as he pinned her down for mating. Each thrust built up in intensity as his tempo increased, slowly at first, then deliberate churning thrusts causing her inner walls to move with him. His thickness stretched her beyond belief as her folds clung to his shaft with every withdrawal, only to be pushed back inside as he drove into her.
Her eyes closed tight as she succumbed to his relentless pounding. Her nipples exposed to the air and hardened from the attack. Her cries turned over to whimpers and moans and subsequently little rapid pants as she was taken by him. He let out deep growls as he drove his fleshy meat into her tightness, her juices dribbled freely down her inner thighs and coated his heavy swinging sack.
He pounded away at her forbidden sex with a drive and determination as his cock head battered her cervical ring, as if trying to tear through to her womb. Although she feared him and fought him, her body gave in to his relentless pounding. She allowed herself to be mounted by this vile beast, perhaps an abomination of Mythology and seemingly unbelievable in this time of age, but as sure as day or night, her womanhood was being used and penetrated by this bull like beast. Her body succumbed to him as she felt her insides flutter and convulse. Her tightness squeezed him in resistance as he slammed his bulbous knot against her opening. After repeated attempts he finally forced its large swollen knot inside of her, swelling even larger to lock her to him.
After having forced his knot into her and pinning her down, he thrust into her with one brutal lunge forward, driving the head of his cock into her cervical ring as he began to erupt. Her body reacted to him by shuddering and stiffening as she felt the first splattering blasts of his vile seed as it bathed her womb. He grunted and growled deeply as he drove his spurting cock into her, causing her to take his seed. His knot pulsated as he could feel her own rapid heartbeat through the thin membrane of her inner walls. Each blood filled pulse coincided with his cock as he pumped his remaining fluids into her depths.
Her panting subsided as she let out a deep moan as he felt her push back onto him, wrapping her tightness around his knot even more, milking him uncontrollably. His teeth scraped across her neck as he loosened his grip on her allowing his head and snout to hover just above her head. His mouth remained open as he too panted at having mated her. His saliva dribbled downward across her open mouth, glistening on her soft lips. Instinctively, her small pink tongue slipped out and ran across her lower lip, tasting his salty texture. Her primal instincts had taken over as she soon realized she had been bred. As his cock twitched and pulsated inside of her, her mind spun and raced as her body shook again. She let out a whimper as she felt her body become flushed and her inner walls shudder with orgasm. He had taken her and her body had willingly accepted him, now her mind was succumbing too.
After feeling her tightness convulse and spasm, his cock twitched and spilled out the last remnants of his seed into her. She tilted her head backward and brushed her cheek across his snout as she felt his cock start to withdraw. Feeling the painful tug of his knot as he tried to pull out of her, she gripped the cold stone marble with both hands, bracing for his pulling out. He backed up slightly as he felt her pussy tug and cling to his knot. He braced his hands on her lower back as he tugged forcefully. Her cunt pulled outward as if not releasing his "tie", but her body jolted and she whimpered in pain as it snapped from her tight confines. She stood there with a gaping hole and her as still up in the air as her juices, mixed with his seed, drip to the ground.
He stood backward and watched as her womanhood pulsed and then dipped his head low to sniff at her raw sex. She felt his warm breath cascade across her mound as he began to drag his thick tongue upward across her swollen folds. Her body shuddered as she winced. Her tenderness, raw and battered from his mounting her, dripped and convulsed in painful pleasure. The flat surface of his tongue drug upward across her opening in an attempt to close her up and subsequently soothe her soreness.
He lapped at her wet folds several more times before being content with breeding her.
She worked up enough energy to lift her head off of the cold marble and look over her should at him. Her eyes looked into his as he peered down at her, his pride at having conquered her evident in his broad chest. His breathing laborious, yet stable and constant, filled the night air as he suddenly dashed off into the shadows. She watched as he disappeared and wondered to herself what happened here. Overcome with shock and exhaustion, she slumped down across the stone slab and curled up. Her clothes in tatters and her pussy bruised and battered. She knew that she has been bred by him, but did not know what the future held. All that's she did know was that by taking her, she was marked forever by him. No matter what, no matter who she would be with, part of her would always belong to him.