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Monster Girl Adventure

By: HammerGod



Author's Note: This story is based VERY LOOSELY on the Monster Girl Encyclopedia. More specifically, I took the idea of a world of hot monster girls and populated it with my own monsters of choice. Hope you enjoy it. Please review/comment if you have the time. Thanks! 

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My head spins for a moment, my vision returning in a foggy blur. I blink my eyes once, then twice. When I see my surroundings I close my eyes tightly and open them again, to see if I can rectify what my mind obviously didn't see properly. But still my surroundings appear the same. I am lying on a small road, a path made by the footsteps of travelers pounding grass into dirt. I am in the middle of a light forest; trees border the road and arch over it, but they don't quite form a tunnel. I am still dressed in my usual black attire, and I have the distinct feeling I'm nowhere near my home.

Today, I received in the mail a copy of a Japanese book I'd ordered a few weeks prior. An English translation of course, as I'm too impatient to learn the complex Japanese language. The book, entitle Monster Girl Adventure, chronicled all sorts of delightful monstrous female creatures and their fantasy world. Amazons, spider-women, female dragons, harpies, and all with the need to feed off of human males. There were no male monsters. Human men were used for reproduction, their semen was absorbed for life force, as was their saliva and sweat by some monster girls, and sometimes the unfortunate men were eaten. Needless to say, the whole idea was fairly hot, so I ordered the English book.

When I received it, I hurried up to my room at home, my heavy black boots pounding up the stairs. I locked my door, turned on the stereo, and plopped onto my bed to delve into this world of monster girls. Being both a heavy metal fan and a fantasy nerd were not great ways to wow the ladies, so I opted to lose myself in these fantasies. I opened the book and saw a table of contents listing monster girls by their type.

As I flipped to the first page, I remember my surroundings suddenly began to lose their focus. I became less aware of the stereo and its blaring thrash metal. My bed seemed to be present, but only in principle; I couldn't really feel it, it just held me up. The air was cooler, but my ceiling fan was off. I began to read and then...

As I stand now on the path, checking my pockets to ensure I've not been robbed, I wonder where I am. My cell phone has no signal, which is just typical for it. I find myself thankful that I still have my knife, a five inch steel folding blade that never leaves my pocket. Wherever I am, it's looking like evening and I'd rather not be alone out here in the dark.

To that end, I set off toward the setting sun, west along the dirt track. The trees seem to get a bit thicker, which is disheartening, as I'd hoped to clear the forest by nightfall and find out where I was. Get my bearings at least. As it stands, I recognize approximately nothing of any practical use. This is why, when I round a wide bend in the path and see a woman moving slowly down the center of the road, I hurry toward her.

She is moving slowly, and wearing a hat and cloak. All the same, I can discern that she is a woman. The feminine hands, the sweep of her ample bosom; perhaps a bit of a larger woman, but what does that matter. From a distance I smell a scent rolling off her in waves, a pungent, sweet perfume that is like nothing I've ever smelled. Perhaps made from some exotic berries.

"Excuse me, ma'am!" I call out, going for polite so she won't mistake me for some metalhead thug and run away. "I'm lost, I have no idea where I am or how I got here, can you help me?"

"You aren't from around here are you?" she responds in an intrigued tone. "You don't smell like any other man from here."

"Uh... sure, right." I fumble for words after such an odd reply. "How about helping me find a phone so I can call a cab and get home?"

"I don't know what those things are, but I won't help you find them." she bluntly explains. "Do you know what I am? You don't, do you?"

"An unhelpful bitch?" I try.

She laughs and in a single motion, her cloak and hat fly off, and I scream. Her head and torso appear normal, though her eyes are solid black. Her skin is discolored, it is inordinately pink. She wears nothing under the cloak. But her lower body, pink as the rest of her, is a sticky mass of mucus-like flesh. It is a slug's body. My jaw drops and my eyes go wide with fear. Reflexively, my pocket knife snaps open in my hand and I take up a defensive pose.

"Silly boy," she coos, "you can't hurt me. Haven't you ever seen a monster before?"

"Monster?! Where am I?" I demand.

"They don't have monsters where you come from?" she asks, genuinely curious. "You really are far from home. But it's okay, I'll make you forget all that. You'll be such a good pet."

Monsters? A pet? It hits me then... the book! Am I, am I somehow inside that world, inside the Monster Girl Adventure tome, or it's world at least? How? Why? As a true nerd I've always loved the idea of exploring a book's world, but this is madness. It's impossible.

While my mind reels, the Slug Girl has moved closer and she makes a grab at me. Though her upper body looks normal, it is still slimy and sticky. She catches my left wrist and I can't shake lose, try though I might. My knife darts forward to slice at her ample bosom, only to get stuck, blade-first, in her cleavage. The Slug Girl giggles and with a small grunt of effort, expels the knife from her body and sends it clattering away.

"Let go!" I cry as she pulls me into a sticky embrace.

"You'll feel so good, and taste so good." she purrs ecstatically.

"Taste?" I gulp. "Are you going to eat me?"

"I'll feed on your life force," she elaborates, "and keep you as my little pet. You'll love it."

As I struggle, she lifts me up slightly, pressing me against her so that my legs adhere to her bulk and I can't reach the ground. I scream loudly, crying out in fear and dismay. My heart hammers in my chest, my muscles shake from trying to pull free of her adhesive body, but to no avail. I am panicking as the Slug Girl carries me off the road, moving slowly between the trees with a slithering, squelching sound. But even as I cry out in terror and thrash pathetically in my captress' embrace, I feel my manhood stiffen at being carried off by this monster girl. How can this be arousing? She's half slug!

"I'm begging you," I try once more, "let me down and I'll leave you alone, I promise."

"But I want you." she informs me. "So now you belong to me. I won't hurt you, too much, my little pet boy."

We've come to the mouth of a small, dark cave, a deeper black against the blackness of the now night-darkened forest. The Slug Girl carries me into the cave and my eyes slowly adjust to the gloom. It is not massive, but not tiny. A narrow path opens onto a chamber about as big as a school classroom. Near the left wall is a pond, which my captress surely uses to keep hydrated. But hydration is not her current priority. She has other hunger in mind at the moment, and I am about to be her meal.

Sticky, slimy hands tear my clothing with surprising force. My shirt comes apart easily, though she struggles with my pants. Finally, frustrated, she throws me painfully on the ground and, to my horror, begins to scoot over me. Her heavy, slimy bulk settles on my torso, her head facing away from me. I groan loudly, uncomfortable under the weight and the feeling of this undulating bulk. From her new position, she is able to slide off my boots, socks, pants, and underwear, leaving me nude. Only then does she turn herself to face me properly, moving off of my body and pulling me up to eye level with her.

"P-please," I beg, all pretenses of strength forgotten, "I'm a... I'm a virgin. I can't do this with y-you--"

"Oh, a virgin boy!" she grins ecstatically. "A real treat for me tonight. Virgins always taste best."

My scream is cut off by my Slug Girl lover pulling my face forward and covering my mouth in a relentless, sticky kiss from which I cannot escape. Her mouth and tongue taste sweet. I breathe through my nose, inhaling her scent, for my mouth is kept captive while my body is pressed against her. Her squishy membrane parts, shifting slightly to engulf my manhood and testicles. Her body tightens around my genitals. It feels warm inside her.

The Slug Girl begins to squeeze my penis with her body, letting folds of her bulk caress my shaft and balls. I groan into her mouth, which she perceives as an invitation to continue. Her body pulses faster, more intensely, for it is designed to work its victims to a climax so it can feed. And work me it does, squeezing and caressing, tightening around the tip and vibrating in such a way that I can't resist. Against my will, my hips thrust forward, again and again, my shaft is squeezed within her, mercilessly milked for every drop of my seed.

"You ARE yummy!" she proclaims, at last freeing my mouth. "I can't wait to do this to you all the time."

"I... you... can't... do..." I gasp incoherently, exhausted already and still regaining control of my mouth after that near-endless kiss.

"Not forever," she admits, "probably for a few years, before I decide to find a new husband. Then I'll just gobble you up and have done with you."

"What?!" I exclaim. "No! No, you can't!"

The Slug Girl presses her lips over mine again and this time I feel a peculiar, humming sensation. When she pulls away, a secretion of slime coats my lips and I find, to my horror, I cannot open my mouth. I have been, for the time being, silenced.

"You males and your mouths," she laughs, "only good for one thing, but you always use them for complaining. Always begging and pleading, not realizing how lucky you are."

I mumble an incoherent reply.

The Slug Girl moves me over to the far wall of the cave. She pulls her embrace tighter, her whole body humming against me. I think she's about to rape me again, but instead, her slime coats me, dripping over me and encasing me from the neck down in a slug membrane cocoon, in which I cannot move. My tormentress lifts me up high off the ground and presses me against the wall. I stick firmly, several feet above the cave floor. She nods approvingly at her handy work, my nude body preserved like a prize inside the translucent casing.

"Goodnight, husband." she bids me. "Tomorrow, we'll have real fun. It'll hurt a little, so get some rest."

With those parting words, she slides her way to the pond to soak for the night. I am left suspended on the wall, my mouth sealed, trapped in a layer of disgusting slug ooze. And worst of all, I've been raped. By a monster girl. My virginity is gone, and I'm going to be eaten if I don't escape. I can't dwell on the psychological aspect of my predicament, I have to get out if I want to live! But even if I get out of this, how will I escape a world I don't understand, a world that for all intents and purposes, should not exist.

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Late in the night, or so I assume, my captress has gone to sleep. I am immobile, sticky, and humiliated at my nudity and predicament. In fear of what will befall me the following day, I try to wriggle free, but with no success. I try to open my mouth, but the membrane just stretches along with my parting lips. My tongue laps against it, and I taste its odd sweetness. But I also notice it dissolves from the touch of my saliva.

My heart leaps with excitement as I lick the impromptu gag away. Then begins the awkward task of trying to get at the rest of my slime prison. I lick away what I can, and it is enough to allow me some movement. I use that freedom to push at the wall and fall unceremoniously to the ground. The Slug Girl sleeps on whilst I lick away the rest of my prison, or the worst of it at least.

In a quiet haste, I put on my socks, underwear, pants, and boots. My shirt is ripped to shreds, but I can hardly care. I just want to get out. Stealthily as I can manage, I bolt from the cave, back out into the woods and the unknown.

The night air feels chilly on my bare torso. The air smells clean, like foliage and mist, but my recollection of the recent horror I only just avoided keeps me from loitering to enjoy the scenery. I still feel sticky and disgusted. A bath would be ideal, so I set off in what I think is a northward direction, in search of water.

I crash through undergrowth and bat aside branches in the darkness. The forest is just thick enough here to make my movement noisy. A downward slope with more dense vegetation at last leads me to the end of a small stream. Hastily, I strip down and wash my clothing free of slug ooze. Then, while I hang my garments on a tree, I bathe myself, always mindful of danger. In a world full of man-hungry monster girls, I can't be too careful.

When I feel clean again, I emerge from the water and hastily put my pants back on. I miss my shirt, for I now am cold and exposed at night, and the feeling is not a comfortable one. All the same, I move away from the water, nestling between a few bushes to rest for the night. Hopefully the wildlife will pass me by on their way to drink from the spring. And with that thought, I at last sleep.

The sensation of being watched rouses me from my dreams and I leap upright to find I'm not alone amongst the bushes. A girl, or female figure, a bit taller than I am, stands a few paces away. But she is far from normal. Her body, with its alluring curves and large chest, is made entirely of a translucent green slime. A Slime Girl. I recognize them. They feed on semen, sweat, and saliva, and will either free a man when they're done, digest him alive, or carry him away to mate with indefinitely.

"Hi, sleepy!" she giggles. "I came for water, but now I found food."

"Please don't eat me." I politely implore. "I don't want to die."

The Slime thinks about this for a moment before she speaks again.

"Okay," she agrees, "but you have to be a good boy for me."

"What do you mean?"

"Go to the riverbank and undress." she explains. "I'll take what I want from you, and then let you go."

"You're going to rape me?" I groan miserably.

"Men like sex." she giggles happily. "So come on, stop teasing. Or I'll eat you, very slowly."

I have a feeling that, despite her bubbly voice, she'd gladly do it. I can do nothing to escape but cooperate. Grudgingly, I return to the riverbank and take my time getting out of my clothes, hoping to avoid this for as long as possible. The Slime Girl isn't interested in waiting though.

As soon as I'm naked, she shoots a tentacle out and wraps it around me, drawing me close before tackling me to the ground with alarming force. She is on top of me immediately, yet also all around me, engulfing me in her slime whilst riding upon me. The slime feels cool on my manhood, and she manipulates her body to stimulate me quickly. My shaft comes alive inside her and she vibrates around it, squeezing it with all her might to ensure maximum pleasure.

I groan when she concentrates the vibrations on the head of my member, and that groan provides her with an opportunity. Her slimy mouth covers mine, enveloping it, and a tongue of green slime begins to explore literally every inch of my mouth, soaking up saliva and leaving a trail of slime in its wake. I gag as her tongue explores inside my mouth ceaselessly, lapping up all of my own saliva and replacing it with her slime, which tastes a lot like lime gelatine, oddly enough. The "kiss" goes on while she continues to rape me, squeezing my balls and shaft until I explode into her, my body quivering. For a panicky moment, while she soaks in my seed, the Slime Girl pulls me totally into her body and I gasp for air, struggling while my seed is leached out of me drop by drop and digested almost immediately.

Finally, when I think I'm going to pass out, she expels me from her body and parts her mouth from mine. I lie naked and absolutely dripping with green slime. It drips down my face, it's caked in my hair, and my tongue and mouth are coated in it. The Slime Girl looks very proud of herself.

"See," she proclaims, "I remembered not to eat you up! I'm nice."

"Did you have to fill my mouth up like that?" I ask, spitting slime.

"You don't like my taste?" she pouts, her lip quivering. "Y-you think I'm u-ugly and g-g-gross?!"

"No no," I hastily amend, lest I anger her, "I just couldn't breathe very well."

"Oh, right!" she chirped, all sadness forgotten. "I killed a man that way once. I forget sometimes. Males are so breakable."

"Yeah, right." I awkwardly reply.

"You should get going," she advises, "other monsters will come soon, and they're not all nice."

"Thank you." I say. "Do I have time to bathe?"

"Nope."

With that, the Slime Girl hands me my clothes and urges me away the moment I'm dressed, despite how disgusting I now feel. So, coated in her slime, I trudge on northward, circling around the stream, and moving as cautiously as I can to avoid further monster girl attacks. Being dominated by monster women is not all it's cracked up to be. It's horrific, dehumanizing, and quite frankly, gross. I don't know who gets off on being raped by a Slug Girl, or coated from head to toe in a Slime Girl's slime, but I am not one of those people. A little light bondage with a hot goth chick is about my limit as far as weird stuff goes.

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As the sun moves, I realize I've been going east, not north. It really doesn't matter, but I prefer north, so I move to alter my direction. The forest has grown more dense now, the trees are taller, and it is considerably darker, even when the sun reaches its zenith. The undergrowth is thinner now, but the treetops are far thicker and more like a ceiling of vines and broad leaves. My feet are tired from walking, and stumbling, through the forest, so I decide to take a rest. I plop down between two trees, having little better place to rest.

As I'd walked, I'd snatched up a handful of nuts I'd seen a few squirrels eating. They shouldn't be poisonous, unless it's a very selective poison. But I take my chances and break open a few nuts with a small rock. The meat is soft and chewy, and has a not-unpleasant earthy taste, with a strange hint of coconut. Encouraged by the fact that I've not yet died from eating them, I scoop up more of the plentiful nuts and make a full lunch of them. The time spent eating is relaxing and the meal is filling enough to satisfy me.

But I'm so satisfied, so comfortable with my little lunch, that I don't register the sounds of approach until it's far too late. It sounds at first like tree branches simply swaying of their own accord, but the pattern is too rhythmic, too precisely directed. And then comes the sound, piercing and alarming in the relative quiet of nature. A war-whoop from above that shatters the sounds of birds calling and leaves rustling. A female war-cry.

"Ayayayayayay-#aaaaah!" shrieks the intruder and I spring to my feet to flee.

This action on my part, it turns out, is a grievous mistake. A monster girl with blue skin and pointed ears is swinging through the trees, hand over hand. A Crystal Elf, if I recall correctly. She is lithely built, athletic and muscular but agile as well. And she is twelve feet tall. The elf continues her war-whoop as she swings toward me, hand over hand, vine to vine, letting momentum carry her across gaps in the canopy of branches. Had I stayed seated or thrown myself to the ground, she'd have passed over me and given me a chance to run before she attacked again.

But because I stood, the Crystal Elf, clad only in a loincloth and a bikini-like top made of large, interwoven leaves, is able to lower down slightly mid-swing, wrap her inhumanly long legs around my head, and sweep me off my feet. My hands dart up and grasp her smooth thighs to give me support, lest being so suddenly jerked up into the treetops by my neck cause any permanent damage. My face is pressed into her loincloth, so my scream is muffled. Though her victorious war cry would surely have drowned out my pleas for help anyway, as I'm spirited away to her home and whatever fate awaits me.


Monster Girl Adventure Ch. 02



 [Author's Note: Much like "Spoils of War," another of my tales, this one started out as just a fun little short story with little to no plot. But as per reader request, I shall now continue the Monster Girl Adventure. Please leave me your feedback; your praise and constructive criticism both mean the world to me. Now, on with the show...] 

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I try my best to move, but the ooze around me is surprisingly solid. And sticky. Good Gods is it sticky. Even trying to move my hands expends an excessive amount of energy. The pink slime, a sort of mucus membrane, covers me from my shoulders to my ankles, and try as I might, I cannot escape.

"What a delicious little snack I've captured." giggles a Slug Girl as she scoops me up into her slimy embrace.

I try to pull away from her when she extends her tongue and starts licking my face. She has the upper body of a human female, but the lower body of a giant slug, and all of her form is coated with or comprised of that same squishy membrane. Her tongue laps over my face, leaving a sticky trail of ooze, ooze that smells oddly sweet, like the rest of her.

"Time for dinner." she laughs in excitement.

I let out an elongated scream as her mouth opens, stretching impossibly wide. My head slides into her mouth, I can see nothing but the long, dark tunnel that is her throat. Her mouth slides over my shoulders next. My head is now well down her throat and I can barely breathe. How is this happening?! How can she swallow me whole?!

She's down to my waist and my body is being squeezed, compacted inside her slippery, squishy depths. I'm going to die inside her, digested alive. Yet... why am I aroused? Why is my manhood stiff, and why does it get stiffer when, with a final gulp, she sends me down into her stomach, encasing me forever in her pink, membranous bulk? I cannot know why this excites me, I can only lie still, wait to be digested, and scream...

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I awaken with a start, sitting upright with a sharp, panicked gasp. I'm naked, but I'm incased in blankets in a nice warm bed, not coated in slime inside a Slug Girl's belly. Like every morning after a nightmare, the recent events in my once normal life flash through my head. That strange book of monster girls, the very same book that sucked me into this reality, away from my home. I recall escaping from a Slug Girl, being used to nourish a Green Slime Girl, my brief captivity amongst some amazonian elves, my horrific night in the hands of an arachnitaur, and finally my being captured by the vampire Alexia and raped for a week by her sex android, Nina. Nina, kindhearted as she was, saved me from Alexia and delivered the wicked vampire into the hands of the arachnitaur that wanted to torture me to death. Now, Nina and I live in Alexia's lavish estate, safe from the rest of the monster girl world. Or so I hope.

I look around our shared master bedroom, with its lavish bed, lush carpeting, and decorative weaponry on the walls. It's really very nice, in a gothic sort of way. We haven't had the time or inclination to remodel since we took this home from Alexia.

Nina is not in bed beside me, but this doesn't alarm me. She barely needs to sleep at all. As long as she feeds off of my energy, sexually, Nina will just keep on living. It's relatively early in the morning, so she's likely either in the kitchen or taking a walk around the front garden. My stomach rumbles and so I decide to go get a snack and try to relax a bit after that awful nightmare.

I put on a cloth robe and make my way down toward the kitchen, avoiding the cold stone floor with my bare feet and opting instead to step on the various rugs and carpets that adorn the floors. Such is my focus drawn to the floor that I don't even notice the presence of another being until a human face appears in front of me.

"Hello there, boy." purrs a disturbingly familiar tone.

I leap back, looking up slightly, and then let out a piercing shriek. The arachnitaur that once bound me in her web, the same one to whom Nina and I gave Alexia, is now scuttling along our ceiling. Her body from the waist up is that of a beautiful human woman; her skin is pale white, her eyes a ferocious red, and her hair jet-black. She wears a tight, black leather garment that accentuates her ample breasts, and she also wears matching black leather arm bands. From the waist down, her body is that of a giant spider, complete with eight razor-tipped legs and a spider's abdomen and thorax.

"Get away from me!" I cry, backing up down the hall.

The spider-woman scuttles after me, a vicious smile on her beautiful face, a smile which exposes her venomous fangs.

"I just want to play." she urges, dropping to the floor and landing in front of me.

I try to dodge around her, but she leans in to grab me and I jump back. My foot catches on the edge of a rug, the rug slides on the stone floor, and I fall on my back. The horrible arachnid woman looms over me, moistening her crimson lips with a flick of her tongue.

"I don't want to play!" I feebly protest, scurrying backward on the ground until I bump my back against a wall.

I'm trapped now, and the arachnitaur knows it. She already knew it. Her shadow falls upon me, her laughter ringing in my ears.

"Yes, let's play." she practically moans in anticipation. "Let's play rough."

"Nina!" I scream at the top of my lungs. "Help me!"

I hear the sound of the front doors opening and, to my utter relief, Nina's hurried footsteps coming up the hall. Then comes a sound that confuses me: laughter. I open my eyes, not even realizing I'd closed them in anticipation of pain, and see Nina standing halfway down the hall, giggling.

"Help me!" I snap, now as angry as I am scared.

Nina takes a moment to compose herself before addressing the arachnitaur.

"Araña," she chastises, but in a playful tone, "I said you could come in if you didn't hurt Marcus."

The spider-woman turns to face Nina, giving me the chance to stand up and retie the belt on my robe.

"I didn't hurt him," Araña insists, "I was just teasing him a little. Your male is so sensitive."

Emboldened by humiliation, I push past Araña and stand in front of Nina, my gaze an unwavering glare.

"She caught me in the forest," I remind Nina, "tied me up, cut me repeatedly, poisoned me, and threatened to eat me, and you let her in?!"

Nina puts a soothing hand on my shoulder and squeezes gently, massaging some tension out of me. I fight the urge to calm down, I want to stay mad. But Nina is too good at soothing me.

"Marcus," she assures me, "Araña swore to me, on the honor of her life, that she wouldn't hurt you. She had to escape the forest, the elves were hunting her. She wants to stay with us for a while, and she's sworn she won't hurt you so long as we protect her."

"Now we can play all the time." Araña hisses, now only inches away from my right ear.

I yelp in surprise at her sudden closeness, and both of the women giggle. I can already tell I'm going to be the center of much of their humor. I heave a sigh of resignation and turn to Araña, extending my right hand to her.

"Araña," I say, "if you are genuinely in danger, and you give your word that you will not harm myself or Nina, then you can stay with us."

Araña looks puzzled at my extended hand. I suppose handshakes are unique to Earth. Instead, she takes my hand, places it on her right breast, and gives it a squeeze. I yank my hand back, more in surprise than distaste. She laughs yet again, but soon adopts a serious expression.

"I'll do nothing against your will or that of Nina." she proclaims. "You two gave me that vampire woman to eat, so I am already in your debt. I swear that nothing against your will shall occur."

"Thank you." I reply.

Nina wraps her arms around me and steers me toward the kitchen, where she proceeds to prepare a nice breakfast for me and our new guest. Unable to sit in a proper chair in her half-spider form, Araña stands by the side of the table, an occasional "click" sound coming from the shifting of her legs on the floor.

"There is a room," I say, around a mouthful of fried eggs and toast, "a very large room downstairs. Alexia apparently used it as a dungeon. You could build a web down there if you like."

Araña tears through a plate of bacon at a disturbing pace, her razor-sharp teeth ripping the meat to shreds. At last, after finishing off the bacon, she speaks.

"Is it subterranean, dismal, cold, and dark?"

"It is underground," I confirm, "and therefore windowless. It's a pretty scary place."

"Perfect!" she gleefully exclaims.

Nina brings out a fresh plate of bacon, which she and I enjoy before Araña can get a hold of it. Apparently our new spider friend is quite the carnivore. I should have known that, given that she once planned on eating me. That memory makes me shudder.

"Are you still scared of me?" Araña asks.

I know I should fear her, but she's not doing me any harm now. And she seems to be genuinely kind, at least so long as she needs our help.

"No, it's okay." I sheepishly murmur. "Just thinking of how you once threatened to eat me."

"Oh, that." she says in a nonchalant tone. "I won't eat you, I promised, remember? But I can do... other things to you."

She bats her eyelashes flirtatiously. Her smile is one which suggests that her idea of a good time will probably cause me significant pain. I look to Nina, who is seated beside me. My android lover snuggles protectively against me.

"Well," Nina admits, still cuddling close to me, "Araña does need to feed. As an android powered by sex, I can really understand that. I'm okay with you two... interacting so Araña can feed."

Araña licks her lips lustfully and I gulp nervously.

"But," Nina firmly adds, "nothing happens to Marcus without his consent, understand?"

Araña nods.

"That just means I'll have to seduce him." the spider woman says in a lust-filled purr.

This is not at all reassuring. When I think of Araña trying to "seduce" me, my immediate mental image is that of me cocooned in webbing and hanging from the ceiling of the basement dungeon. Nina squeezes me in a reassuring way. Being an android, her idea of a reassuring hug borders on bone-crushing, but I've grown to enjoy her affection quite a lot.

After breakfast, Nina leads the way through the lavish mansion, down a winding set of stairs, and through a heavy iron door. The room beyond is dark, vast, and smells of damp earth. It is in essence a cave with a scattering of torture equipment; cages, a stockade, a torture rack, and several devices and implements I can't identify line the walls of this chamber. Araña lets out a squeal of delight and scuttles into the darkness to start working on a web, thus leaving Nina and I alone together.

"You know," Nina says slyly, entwining her arms about me, "we just ate breakfast, but I'm still hungry... You know I need to feed."

I feign a theatrical sigh and a playful struggle to escape her clutches. In truth, if Nina wanted to do so, she could keep me as her sex-slave forever, but her kindness surpasses her strength. Still, it is fun to play.

"Very well," I pretend to surrender, "take me away and have your way with me, temptress."

Nina needs no more permission than that. She sweeps me off my feet, throwing me over her shoulder effortlessly and charging upstairs at an inhuman pace. When we reach the bedroom we share, Nina tosses me onto the bed and I hasten out of my robe. She's removed her clothes in a moment and leaps on top of me, pinning me down and covering my mouth in a kiss that feels like she's either trying to consume my mouth or jam her tongue down my throat. I've tried to coax her into dialing back the ferocity of her kissing, but my suggestion never seems to take root.

While laying upon me, Nina seizes my manhood and guides it into her. Designed as she is, to be the ultimate sexual being, her inner walls are ribbed for pleasure, and they vibrate as they squeeze tightly against my shaft. The vibration concentrates on the sensitive head of my member, making me moan loudly into Nina's kiss. Her hips begin to thrust and the pleasure increases as her tight inner walls slide up and down the length of my manhood. Even when I reach my first orgasm, I know Nina isn't done with me. One of her many powers allows her to keep me erect as long as I'm inside her, no matter how long she has her way with me.

I exclaim with a pleasure so intense that it's almost painful, and Nina takes this as a sign to increase the speed of her eager thrusting. We each hit orgasm after orgasm, screaming in ecstasy until Nina mercifully lets me take a rest. Tireless as she is, she exuberantly cuddles against my weak, exhausted body, nuzzling at my neck.

"Nina," I weakly gasp, "ease up a little, you wore me out."

Nina pretends to pout, but leaves me be. Instead of trying to entice me to greater activity, she begins to gently massage my body, firmly squeezing my shoulders with her soft, cool hands. She works her way down my chest and stomach before vigorously massaging my legs. I didn't realize how tense our lovemaking had made me until Nina's efforts succeed in alleviating much tension from my legs. In fact, it feels so good that I find myself quickly drifting off to sleep.

* * *

I don't know for how long I slumbered. I awaken to the sensation of hands firmly but gently working their way up my chest, stroking my body lovingly. The hands are cold, but not unpleasantly so. The hands work their way up to my shoulders, and then they slowly begin to caress my face. I feel a presence close to me; I feel cool breathing against my lips. Slowly, I open my eyes...

"Wake up, pretty boy." Araña seductively purrs, her face less than an inch from mine, her fiery red eyes gleaming with their usual intensity.

I cry out in surprise and try to bolt away from her, but the spider-woman presses me back into the bed, laughing at my startled state. As I calm myself, I suddenly realize something very major has changed in Araña's appearance. The spider-woman is now all woman and no spider. Her body, from the waist down, has taken on the shape of a normal woman's lower body. Her garments are still comprised of tight-fitting, revealing black leather. Her legs are shapely and attractive.

"What happened to you?!" I exclaim in astonishment.

"Oh right, my legs." she casually replies. "Many monsters possess the ability to change their shape for a while. I can take on this human form whenever I like, for a certain amount of time of course. Usually about a day."

I must say I'm impressed. Not just with her appearance, but with the magic I did not know she possessed. I suppose there's no reason she shouldn't have magic, and I know very little of this world's creatures outside of the knowledge I gained before acquiring the book that brought me here. Araña catches me staring at her pale-skinned legs and she smirks wickedly.

"Nina did say we could interact, you know." Araña says, leaning in to brush my neck with her soft lips.

I shiver at the very light scrape of her fangs against my skin. I must admit, she is beautiful. But I'm still very tired from Nina's vigorous sex.

"Can you wait?" I politely ask Araña. "I'm exhausted, honestly."

She pretends to ponder this, as if she might say no. Then, she crawls into bed next to me and pulls me against her, laying my head on her leather-clad chest.

"Rest then," she urges, "I can wait."

Her presence is surprisingly comforting. She exudes power, yet when she's acting like this she's not so intimidating as when we first met. Her body is pleasantly cool to the touch, and she smells nice. Her scent is subtle, but sweet and fragrant. Slowly I fall back asleep in her arms, lulled to sleep by the rise and fall of her chest as she breathes, and the light caress of her hands along my back. She's really very gentle... and soft... and pretty...

* * *

When I awaken again, I feel Nina's familiar presence. She and Araña are both laying with me in bed, both entwined with my body. Though I'm fully awake, I keep my eyes closed and just savor the comfort of their presence. I feel so safe and warm between the two women.

"He's so pretty and peaceful when he sleeps." Araña observes quietly.

"Hush," Nina whispers, "you'll wake him."

I can't help but smile at that, and both women notice it immediately.

"Pretty, am I?" I ask playfully. "But only when I'm asleep."

"Not only then," Araña corrects, "it's just adorable to see you asleep. You're so helpless."

That statement makes me shiver a bit. Araña is good at making me nervous.

"Don't worry," Nina assures me, "you're our little treasure, we'd never hurt you."

I look at Nina. I can't help but notice that she said "our" rather than "my," implying that I am both her's and Araña's.

"Are you two sharing me, now?" I ask her.

"For the time being." she replies casually. "Is that okay? You know I love you."

I think on that for a while. I'm still having a hard time getting used to the presence of the arachnitaur, but she is so far doing nothing more than playfully trying to seduce me.

"Okay." I relent, much to their delight.

"I have a gift for you." Nina says excitedly, after a moment's silence. "Come meet me in the yard in a few minutes, okay?"

With that, she hurries off, leaving me in Araña's care. Araña's expression suggests she knows what's going on, and that makes me anxious. But I'm also a bit excited. This could be something really cool.

"Well go on," urges Araña, "get dressed and let's meet Nina outside. Or do you really think staying naked in bed with an aroused arachnitaur is a better idea?"

At that, Araña begins to growl in a predatory manner and pulls me closer against her. I hastily bolt out of bed while Araña laughs at my dismay. I dress in some comfortable black pants and a black shirt before heading outside, followed closely by Araña.

Nina stands in the middle of the vast yard, holding the hilt of a sheathed sword. The sheath is made of metal and leather, the sword's hilt looks thin but sturdy, and its cross-guard is circular. I marvel at the beautiful weapon, even more so when Nina withdraws it from its sheath. The blade is long, thin, and its razor-sharp edge glints wickedly in the sunlight. Nina strides forward and offers me the blade.

"I found this in Alexia's armory." she tells me. "I thought you should have it, and learn to use it."

I am speechless. I take the sword, holding it easily in one hand. It is sturdy, and clearly deadly, but its weight is amazingly manageable. I step clear of Nina and give the blade a practice swing, listening to it swish through the air.

"No!" Araña barks, startling me. "Your stance is wrong and you're committing too much weight into the swing. Do that again."

Taken aback, I resituate my stance and send my sword in a wide arc. Araña darts in as my blade nears the end of its swing. She hits my right arm with her shoulder and sweeps at my legs with her right foot. I fall flat on my back.

"Araña!" Nina scolds. "He's just starting out! Don't you hurt him."

Araña turns to look at Nina, a hard expression on her face.

"Exactly, he's just starting out," she replies, "no better time to break him of bad habits. You want him to be able to fend off monsters, right? Well let me help train him and he'll be able to do just that."

I pick myself up and nod at Araña.

"She's right," I admit, to Nina's surprise, "I do need to learn it right. I have nightmares about being slain or enslaved by monsters. I love this gift, Nina, and I want to use it as best I can."

"Okay," Nina agrees, "but you two train carefully, okay? My Marcus is not getting hurt."

I give Nina a warm embrace, which makes her emit a happy, purring sort of noise. Then she steps back and lets Araña take the lead. Araña guides me into a proper starting stance and directs me on how to position my blade in a defensive position.




Monster Girl Adventure Ch. 02



"Don't tense up too much," she instructs, "stay strong but don't lock up or you won't be able to react."

To prove that point, she steps in before I can move my blade and knocks my sword arm aside, before lifting me effortlessly with her inhuman strength and tossing me over her shoulder.

"See," she scoffs, "now I could carry you away and rape you, and that's what any monster girl will do if you don't react fast enough."

"Fair enough." I agree, before driving my knee into her stomach.

Araña lets out a sharp gasp and doubles over, dropping me from her shoulder. I bound away and take up my stance again. When she rights herself, an odd smile forms on her face.

"Resourceful boy." she praises. "But don't get too confident. Now, let's try working on your basic swing."

We train in the yard for hours, working on just my basic swing. Araña tries to guide me in using a good amount of power and speed, while not committing too much weight to the movement, and being able to withdraw quickly to move into my next attack. The constant repetition tires me out swiftly, but Araña won't let up until Nina calls us in for dinner. I sheathe my sword and bring it inside with me.

"Poor little Marcus," Nina coos, rubbing my shoulders as I sit down to eat, "you look exhausted. I'll run a nice bath for you tonight."

I sigh happily and relax, enjoying my meal. Araña sits across from me and eagerly engulfs her meal with an alarming voracity.

"Our little male is doing well for his first day." Araña tells Nina. "Tomorrow we'll work on movement, and keep practicing that swing. He'll be able to protect himself in no time."

"Excellent!" chirps my android lover. "Soon you won't have to fear monster girls at all."

"Except for me." Araña clarifies playfully.

We all share a laugh at that and continue to talk until I finish my meal. Araña, tired from the day's training and maintaining her human form, retires to her dungeon quarters to continue work on building her web.

"She's putting a lot of effort into that web." I point out to Nina while we lay together in our bed. "Do you think she's considering permanently living here."

Nina thinks about that for a little while before offering a reply.

"Would you object to her living here permanently?"

Now it's my turn to think. I am constantly torn between the Araña whom I've come to know as of late and the Araña who once tried to eat me. So far she's been nice, I can't see any reason to doubt her words, and Nina seems to be okay with sharing my body. I have to admit, lying with Araña in her human form does sound like a lot of fun.

"I wouldn't mind." I say at last. "Provided you're okay with sharing me."

"Our love is never going away," Nina answered, resting her head on my chest, "no matter who I share you with, we'll always love each other."

She's right. I may be far from my home, unable to return again, but I have her and for that I am quite happy. And now, it seems I have Araña too. Content and comfortable, I fall asleep with Nina in my arms.

* * *

"Marcus, are you sure?" Nina asks, nervously clinging to me. "I know she won't hurt you permanently, but this could still be very painful and scary for you."

"Oh it will be." Araña adds. "That's the motivation."

"I have to try." I say with wavering resolve, holding tight to a wooden training sword. "I need real motivation, and here it is."

"I'll take that as consent." Araña, in her half-spider form, says happily.

"Okay... just be safe." Nina relents.

I've spent several long weeks relentlessly practicing with my real sword and a wooden training sword. I've gotten significantly stronger and developed decent form. But Araña asserted today that, without real motivation, I'll never tap my full potential or see how I react to fear. To that end, she proposed the deal we now act upon: we fight, me with my wooden blade. If she surrenders, I win. But if I surrender, she will act as any monster girl would and drag me off to her lair for some likely unpleasant mating. Her torment will last only one night, and she cannot do any permanent damage. I'm scared, but also motivated.

"Now," Araña advises as she stands across from me in the yard, "now I'll be introducing a new combat variable, one of which us monster girls are fond. Pleasure attacks. Be ready."

I gulp nervously, fidgeting awkwardly but maintaining my stance. I won't lose to the spider-woman. I'll be happy to mate with her to help sustain her need for male life force, but if she gets a hold of me today, she'll be sure to teach me that losing to a monster girl isn't fun.

"Begin." she snaps sharply.

Even with her lower body in its spider form she is quick, darting in and playfully brushing her right hand up my thigh. The seemingly benign motion makes me quiver for a moment, shuddering in ecstasy. Startled by this new variable in our combat, I strike at her arm with my blade. Araña bounds out of reach easily; I'll need to be more aggressive. I step in fast and Araña is ready, having hoped I'd do just that.

"Come here, boy." she hisses, pulling me against her and pressing her soft lips against my mouth.

She must have emitted a bit of her venom, because the brief kiss leaves me shaken. Not just aroused, but actually a bit dizzy, such that when she shoves me away from her I topple onto my back, allowing Araña to loom over me. She's laughing scornfully, eager to claim her prize. But I won't lose so easily. Drawing on my remaining strength and mental clarity, I sit up sharply and drive my sword's wooden point into her stomach.

Araña bolts backward in surprise and I spring to my feet, pressing the attack with a swiftly arcing swipe. Araña ducks the swing and lunges under my blade at me, catching my sword's wooden pommel on the top of her head. She lets out an irritated growl and makes a grab for me. I've angered her. One of her hands catches the front of my shirt and she pulls me in close to her face.

"Fine, we'll play rough." she snarls ferociously, before snapping her fangs violently at my face.

I pull away sharply, quick-stepping to regain my balance and giving my blade a sharp thrust forward to check the arachnitaur's advance. She makes to bat my blade aside, but I move with it, side stepping around her and coming alongside her. Seizing my opportunity, I jump astride her spider body, landing such that I'm behind her torso. I'm about to bring my sword to her throat when one of her arachnid forelegs lashes upward and catches my sword-arm, jerking me violently off her back and throwing me to the ground.

"No one rides me." she barks, now looming over me again.

This time she leans her torso down over me such that our faces are almost touching, before lowering her arachnid lower-body over me, pressing me into the ground with her weight. My sword is trapped, useless, and soon the rest of me is useless when her lips find mine and she forces another disorienting, debilitating kiss upon me. My mind goes foggy, clouded by lust and total confusion. I feel Araña lifting me, feel my hands and ankles being bound by her strong silken thread. Effortlessly she carries me toward the house.

"No permanent damage!" Nina pleads.

"Don't worry," Araña soothes, "I'm just going to teach him a little lesson about losing. He'll still be whole when I'm done."

By the time her disorienting, aphrodisiac venom has worn off, Araña has me down in her dungeon abode. I have yet to see her web, though I knew she'd been working on it. I am amazed at the massive structure which spans the back wall and much of the immediately adjacent walls, floor, and ceiling. The web is intricately woven and looks like a dome extending radially outward from a central point on the far wall. I begin to struggle in my captress' arms, but this just seems to excite her. She clutches me tight while selecting a prime place for me in her web.

"You'll make a fine meal." she informs me, clearly trying to frighten me. "I'll make it nice and slow. I'll savor you, tasty little male."

Araña easily tears my clothes off of me and places me in her web, letting the silk adhere to my skin and immobilize me on the quivering strands. I struggle in the web, but it is totally useless; I am hopelessly trapped until Araña chooses to free me. The hungry gleam in her eyes suggests my freedom won't be for the rest of the night, and she will drag out this night as long as she can.

"Can you scream for me?" she asks in a seductive tone.

"Araña, come on," I insist, "I get it, okay? I lost, I got over-confident--"

"And now you'll pay for it." she cuts in, brandishing a short strand of her silk. "Now scream for your mistress."

She draws back her right arm and brings it forward sharply, her wrist flicking forward and sending the thin silk strand cracking through the air and colliding with my chest. I scream from the surprisingly painful bite of the silken whip, and Araña's only just begun. The whip cracks again and again, seemingly without end, striking my chest, stomach, thighs, and genitals with a merciless precision that leaves me weeping and trembling in absolute agony and terror.

"I'm sorry I lost!" I scream when Araña finally pauses to catch her breath after the exertions of whipping me for so long. "Please! I'm sorry!"

"You will be." she pants venomously.

Quick as a snake striking, she lunges forth and sinks her fangs into my right inner thigh. I screech in pain, feeling venom course into my body. But a different variety of venom. Apparently Araña has many. This one simply spreads pain like prickling needles all over my body, particularly where my flesh is in contact with other objects, such as the web.

"This is one of my favorite venoms to use," Araña explains, "it stimulates all nerve endings to receive pain on contact with anything. Now, how about I help you relax with a nice massage."

"A massage, but why would... oh Gods no." I groan in realization.

Araña begins to massage every inch of my body with firm pressure from her soft, cool hands. Ordinarily it would have felt amazing, but with this toxin in my system, it feels as if she's wearing gloves studded with needles. I scream until I almost pass out from lack of breath, and then lay gasping in misery until Araña finishes up and steps back to appraise me. As I watch her, my vision blurred with tears, she transforms before my eyes, her arachnid lower-body fading in a burst of shadow, to be replaced by her human lower body. Her legs are long, shapely, and light-skinned. Beautiful. Araña strips down, sliding out of the impossibly tight, black leather garb of which she is so fond.

"Just a bit more venom." she tells me while crawling over me in the web and laying upon me. "This is the best one."

"Araña, I'm still feeling the other venom a little." I stammer weakly. "Everything still hurts, sort of."

"Good." she laughs wickedly, before biting down on my collarbone.

"Ah!" I cry out.

A strange warmth radiates from the new bite, even when Araña pulls away from the spot. The warm sensation flows down, making me shiver as it reaches my lower extremities. My manhood stiffens instantaneously, going rigid as an iron pole.

"Pure aphrodisiac." she clarifies as her thighs encircle my waste. "Now you'll last me all night, whether you want to or not."

I don't have a chance to reply. Simultaneously, Araña smothers my lips in a passionate kiss and lowers her hip down to impale herself on my erect member. I let out an exclamation into Araña's mouth while her tongue greedily probes within my mouth. Every sensation is a mix of pleasure and prickling pain left over from that awful pain toxin. Her hips rock against mine in a ceaseless rhythm, her tight inner walls squeezing me, stimulating every nerve ending in my shaft. I groan into her mouth and she reciprocates the gesture, clearly loving my agonized pleasure.

With the stimulation of her hot mouth covering mine, her ample breasts pressing against my chest, and her tight inner depths rubbing vigorously at my shaft, my first orgasm comes quickly. She holds my gaze as I climax in her. I see lust, hunger, and excitement in her fiery red eyes. She isn't even close to done yet. I am in for a long and exhausting night...

Once she has finished with me, after so long I've since lost track of time, Araña slides off me. My hips ache from the constant pressure of her rhythmic gyrations. My mouth tastes only of her saliva, which is strangely sweet, presumably from residual venom of some sort. My body feels thoroughly defiled and broken. Araña easily lifts me up from my current position in the web and carries me higher up, winding me in several strands of silk until I am cocooned from head to toe, suspended well above the ground. Only my manhood and testicles are exempt from the cocooning.

"A late-night snack." I hear Araña say, before I feel her hot breath against my testicles.

Her fangs scrape my most sensitive regions and I feebly scream from within my web cocoon. Her mouth surrounds my testicles, her tongue lapping at them, her fangs just lightly poking at them, always threatening to bite down. I whimper pathetically, totally immobile in my bindings. In time, Araña tires of this amusement and leaves me to fall asleep in my suspended prison.

* * *

When I wake, much of my pain is gone. I'm certainly still sore, and my mouth still tastes like Araña (not that I object much to that), but I'm surprisingly not stricken with agony after my torturous night. I lay in my usual bed, wrapped in a soft sheet. Nina sits by my side, and squeals with glee when she sees I'm awake.

"Araña was so careful not to do too much," she exclaims, "but I still worry."

"I'd hate to see her idea of too much." I chuckle while Nina wraps her arms around me and nuzzles my neck exuberantly. "Is uh... is Araña mad at me now?"

"Why would I be mad?"

I turn to the sound of the voice to see Araña in full human form, clad in her black leather and seated by my other side on the bed. She, like Nina, lays down beside me and moves close to me, affectionately.

"A long night of torture and rape can often cause a victim to assume the aggressor is angry." I quip, a hint of bitterness in my voice.

"You agreed to it." she reminds me.

Damn. Looks like I can't make her feel bad for that miserable night. The sex was good, though prolonged to the point of brutality, but other than that it was a complete Hell. I'm about to say something sarcastically back when Araña cups my face in her hands and kisses me tenderly. Not forcefully and invasive like usual, but just a simple, loving gesture.

"I wanted you so much," she admits, "I was never going to let you win that sparring match. It was unfair of me to fight so hard, and to do all of that to you. I just... I needed that so much, Marcus. I humbly apologize, please forgive me. You fought so amazingly well."

I am, for a time, speechless at her outpouring of kindness. Araña is such a confusing being, I don't know what to make of her.

"It's okay," I say at last, "I'd have slept with you if you had just asked, but if all of that was what you needed, then it's okay. You're a friend, I'm happy to help however I can."

"You realize he's the best, right?" Araña says to Nina.

"He sure is." Nina agrees.

The two women cuddle close to me and I feel genuinely content, as if I'd not endured a night of torment. I lay tangled amidst my two lovers, sighing in relaxation. My life is truly an interesting one amongst these monster girls.

"I feel I should tell you," Araña speaks up after a while, "I was so... vigorous because I am currently in heat. It is likely you have impregnated me."

"What?!" I exclaim.

Araña explains. Arachnitaurs, like any other creatures, go into heat every once in a while, and the seed of their male mates (or male captives as the case often is) serves to fertilize their eggs, which the arachnitaur lays either in clustered egg sacks, or in the body of an unlucky victim. This means I will technically be a father, though arachnitaurs and their newborns will often feast on the male who helped conceive the offspring, so fatherhood is a foreign concept to Araña.

"Are you okay with this?" I ask Nina.

"I can't get pregnant," she answers bluntly, "so why not, right?"

"A good point." I must admit.

"I'll retire to my web shortly." Araña explains. "I'll be secluded for a while, preparing and protecting my eggs. I'll get very territorial, so please don't disturb me or I may accidentally hurt you."

With that, she gives me a kiss and, to my surprise, bestows one on Nina as well. The android girl blushes and giggles at that, and we bid Araña farewell for a while. She leaves the room and soon we hear the slam of the dungeon door. My children are being conceived. My peculiar, half-spider, half-woman children. My life is odd.

"What was that about?" I ask Nina, referring to Araña's show of affection toward her.

The android girl blushes and laughs, hiding her face for a moment before speaking up.

"While we waited for you to wake up, I commented that her lips look soft and that she is pretty. She uh... well... she kissed me and we... well let's just say that now all three of us are sharing each other."

"I have few words to describe how hot that is." I bluntly confess, and we share a laugh at that.

* * *

The next day I wake up late, feeling pretty good. I'm not sure what Nina or Araña did after my torture, but I've recovered at an amazing pace. I find myself alone in bed and so I slip into my pants, shirt, and shoes and venture down to the kitchen to look for Nina. To my surprise, she's neither in the kitchen nor in the back garden, at least as far as I can tell from the kitchen's rear window. Then I hear the crash: the sound of metal caving inward and snapping, a sound coming from the direction of our front gate.

I don't have time to grab my sword, I have to see if Nina is hurt. Faster than I've ever moved before, I bolt out the front door and down the path to the gate. Sure enough, the entire construct has been smashed in by a heavy log held by several female figures. They're a few inches taller than a tall human, with green tinted skin, powerful musculature, and very small tusks curling up from between their lips.

"Orcs!" Nina shrieks in terror as she runs toward me. "Get inside."

I turn around to run, but neither of us are quick enough. These creatures, orcs it seems they're called, overtake us in mere moments. Their speed and strength is astonishing, yet they are strangely pretty in a savage, war-like sort of way. Nina and I struggle in the firm grasp of these barbaric females, but our efforts do us no good.

"Tie them up." orders one of the orcs. "Put them in the wagon."

"Can we use the male?" asks the orc currently twisting my arms behind my back.

"Later." replies the other orc. "Tie them up for now."

Rough, painful ropes are wound around our ankles and wrists and the orcs drag us toward one of several wagons I see just beyond our devastated front gate. We are each lifted and thrown unceremoniously into the back of the last wagon, which is already occupied by a terrified-looking human female who is also bound.

"We'll have fun with you, boy." mocks one of the orc women before leaving us alone.

Nina scoots close to me, whimpering with fear and huddling against me.

"Can you break free?" I ask her.

"Probably," she replies, "but even if I can, they'll just catch us again and punish us. Why do you think they attacked us? Orcs, like other monsters, will take human men as mates, often unwillingly on the part of the men, but this seems more like a raid."

At this point, the female human who is also bound and lying in this wagon speaks up, just as the wagon starts to trundle away from our abode. She is of moderate height, with brown hair and pretty blue eyes. She struggles to sit up before addressing us. 




Monster Girl Adventure Ch. 02



"They need sacrifices." she explains, her voice weak and petrified with fright. "I've heard them talking about offering us up to their master, a creature who has taken up residence in some vast caverns below a mountain. Are you familiar with the monsters called slime girls?"

I nod my head, recalling the translucent, female-shaped slime monster that once fed on me. She was actually fairly polite, as far as sex-crazed monsters go.

"This being apparently commands slimes," the girl goes on, "they call her the Queen Slime, or Slime Queen or something like that. She's promised power to the orcs if they bring her good sustenance. And that's where we come in."

I must admit I'm perplexed. Given that all monsters are female in this world, why would the orcs capture Nina and this human girl? I voice my confusion.

"Some monsters are less discriminate in their tastes." Nina clarifies. "And some can transform female humans into monsters."

"And we can still be digested, broken down for nutrients." adds the girl with a shudder.

"I see." I murmur unhappily.

A faint rumbling noise makes the human girl blush and cover her stomach in embarrassment. She is hungry. How long has she been without food, I wonder?

"You're hungry," Nina observes, "kiss me."

"What?!" the girl exclaims.

Nina laughs a bit at the human's surprise. The girl, thinking Nina to be crazy, scoots away from her.

"Settle down back there!" barks an orc from the front of the wagon.

Quietly, Nina beckons the girl closer. She comes, hesitantly until she's within earshot of a whisper.

"Nina is an android," I explain, "a synthetic human designed to be the ultimate lover. To sustain her mate during prolonged interaction, she was engineered such that her saliva is actually rich in nutrients. It won't fill your belly, of course, but it will keep you from starving if you absorb a bit into your system."

"Oh." the girl shyly replies.

Slowly, so as not to spook the timid girl, Nina maneuvers herself closer. The human girl blushes when Nina's lips press against her mouth, but her body quickly loses its tension at the sheer pleasure of Nina's affection. Her body quivers and she goes limp in her bindings, falling back with Nina atop her. She lets out an excited moan that is stifled slightly by their increasingly passionate kissing. When at last Nina pulls away from her, the human looks both satisfied and yet still wanting.

"I'm not hungry anymore," she gasps ecstatically, "but that was just... I don't have the right words for that."

"Breathtaking, isn't she?" I chime in.

She nods in agreement.

"What's your name, anyway?" Nina asks her.

"Elaine." she answers.

We make our introductions quietly as we're spirited off toward the keep of this Queen Slime of which we've heard. The day drags on and is entirely uneventful until the night falls and the orc wagons circle up to make a camp for the night. I hear the sounds of rations being divided up, fires starting, and the clinking of tin plates and utensils. Elaine resumes looking nervous and huddling down in the bed of the wagon in which we've been left.

"What's wrong," I ask, "are we near the Queen Slime?"

She takes a while to compose herself before she speaks.

"I think we'll be there early tomorrow, but they don't want to tire their horses so they're camping for now. Last night they made camp and they... they did things to me."

I'm speechless with shock and dismay. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised; awful things happen everywhere. But I assumed that, with all monsters being female, at least human women would be safe from rape. (I assumed the very real possibility of being raped by monster women would give human men enough perspective to not act on that most evil of crimes.) Apparently I am wrong. It seems beings with power will prey on the helpless whenever they can, be it men on women in my native world, or monsters on humans in this place.

"They favor men," Elaine mutters, "most monsters do, because of their need for male life force. But some just like to exert power, and they don't care over whom: men, women, other monster girls."

Even Nina looks terrified. Though she is designed as the ultimate lover, Nina has a will of her own, and I can see she is scared of having that will broken. I can't let this happen to Nina or Elaine. The fear in their eyes surely matches my own, but I can't let this be done to them, even if I have to sacrifice my own well-being.

We turn to the rear of the wagon as the sound of an approaching orc catches our attention. Like the others she is a bit taller than a normal human, more well-muscled, and her skin is tinted green. Like all orcs, she has small tusks that jut from between her lips. She is pretty, in a feral sort of way.

"Alright," she demands, "who wants it first? One of you new prisoners going to volunteer, or will we just take the human girl first?"

Elaine shrinks back in terror. Nina is trembling, but she holds her position, not backing down from the orc woman.

"Take me." I say firmly, trying not to sound afraid. "Don't touch either of them, just do what you want with me. Please."

The orc laughs long and hard at my show of bravery.

"Got a thing for us orc women, do you?" she asks, reaching into the wagon and roughly dragging me out. "Well that's understandable. We'll have some fun with you tonight, boy."

"Marcus, no!" Nina calls out to me while I'm hauled away from the wagon and into the heart of the camp.

The orc woman could very easily carry me, but instead chooses to drag me, forcing me to stumble awkwardly along at her brisk pace. The other orc women sit by a campfire, drinking from tin cups and eating meat from plates. Well, some use plates. The more openly beast-like orcs simply hold their meat in their bare hands and tear into it with their powerful jaws. When the collective of women see me, an uproar begins, consisting of raucously shouted lewd remarks, excited chanting, and predatory growls of lust. The whole display is very unnerving and I tremble with fear. What have I gotten myself into?

"Toss that male over here," calls one orc, "I'll make him squeal like a speared boar!"

"Give him to me," urges another, "I'll put his mouth to better uses than just screaming."

One of the nearer orcs makes a grab for me, but my current captress pulls me away just in time.

"Shut up, all of you!" she bellows. "We'll all take turns on him. He has to be kept alive for the Slime Queen."

"At least let us do it the fun way." implores one of the orc women.

"Of course." agrees my captress as she easily rips my clothes apart and lays me on my stomach on a cleared spot by the campfire.

The same orc who dragged me from the wagon now seats herself on my back, pinning me down. Suddenly, she grabs me by my hair, jerking my head up and holding something in front of my face. The item is made of a material I cannot ascertain, but it is very solid, thick, and long. It tapers to a domed tip at both ends. I realize what it is and a sense of dread courses through me. The orcs see the fear in my face and they cackle and roar with glee.

"Please, not that," I beg uselessly, "anything but that!"

The orc woman on my back repositions herself so she's straddling my hips. I hear her let out a low moan as she slides one end of the long, double-ended phallus into her innermost depths. Then I feel the pressure of the other end's head pressing into me from behind. I struggle, but the orc's thighs encircle my hips and hold me in place like a vice grip. My grunt of pain turns into a drawn out scream of anguish as the length of the device works its way deep into me. Then she begins to thrust her hips, plunging it deeper into me and making me moan loudly with every push.

When she comes to a climax, the orc woman climbs off of me, leaving that awful device still stuck in me, its free end extending upward. Now I know my fate, and my fear is confirmed when another orc moves to occupy the vacated position astride me. I don't know for how long the orcs violently rape me. I hear their laughter and mockery at my predicament, I feel the pain of the constant deep penetration, and I eventually start to weep from the misery and degradation. Finally, when the sun has long since set, that phallus is pulled from me and I'm hauled back to the wagon. The orc women have been drinking and have grown even more boisterous in their inebriation. I'm looking forward to huddling against Nina for comfort, but that moment is denied to me for now. 

"Alright, ladies," drunkenly slurs the orc who throws me roughly into the wagon, "you're next."

"No!" Elaine begs. "Not again, please!"

"Scream all you want," encourages another orc, "we like it that way."

I try to get between the orcs and my companions, but I'm still bound and totally worn out from this violent ordeal. One orc woman strikes me hard enough that I do not dare rise again, while Nina and Elaine are dragged, screaming, from the wagon. I lay alone in semi-darkness, the light of the orcs' campfire glowing through the canvas of the wagon. I try not to listen to Nina and Elaine's shrieking, their pleading, their crying, and the uproar of the orcs. I don't know what is being done to them, but despite all I've suffered, I'd rather it be me in the clutches of these barbaric women. I hate the thought of Nina suffering, and though I've only just met Elaine, her kindness and her fear both make me want to protect her from harm.

"Stop," screeches Elaine shrilly over the commotion, "please, don't do that! No!"

"Hold her down!" roars an orc.

Then there is more screaming. I don't know what's happening, but I'm scared for both of my companions.

I lay in silence, listening to whatever is transpiring in the camp for a long while before Elaine and Nina are roughly thrown back into the wagon, landing on top of me. Elaine is crying quietly, her body shaking with every whimper and gasp. Nina is silent. Elaine moves off of me, curling up in a corner and whimpering like a beaten animal. I stay huddled against Nina.

"I'm sorry." I whisper. "I'm sorry I failed to protect you."

"Oh Marcus," she responds, nuzzling against me, "you did the best you could, my love. I'll never be mad at you, no matter what happens."

I lay close to her all night, falling asleep with her head on my chest. When I wake up, Elaine has joined us, cuddling close against me. All three of us lie still for a while before an orc appears at the back of our wagon. She pulls me toward her and I put forth no effort to resist.

"You'll ride with me today," she says happily, "I'm sure it will be a very pleasant ride."

Much against my will, I am carried up to the lead wagon. The orc woman takes her seat and sets me on her lap. With the flick of a whip, she sets her horses to galloping and hands the reins to another orc riding by her side.

"I bet you would love the feel of this whip." she chuckles, running her firm right hand up my thigh.

"One time," adds her orc companion, "me and an old friend of mine hitched a male to a small cart, just big enough for me and my friend to ride in. We whipped him and made him drive us all around our compound until he could barely move. Then we handed him over to a wandering Slug Girl because he was as good as broken. He was so tired he couldn't even outrun her!"

The two orcs laugh hysterically at that thought, and I grimace, imagining the fate of that man and pondering my own possible demise. I spend the rest of our ride being uncomfortably felt up by this orc, presumably the leader of the group. At last, our wagons come to a halt outside a well-guarded cave entrance in a mountainside. Surely the domain of the Queen Slime is within that dark cave. I know our doom lingers near at hand, and a sinking, hollow feeling washes over me.

The orcs begin unloading their possessions, including Nina, Elaine, and myself. Our ankles are unbound so that we can walk, and we are marched deep into the cave, our path sloping and winding down into the earth until the warmth of day is replaced by the subterranean cold of this grim lair. The path begins to branch off in many directions; this cavern is labyrinthine. If we ever hope to escape, we'll have to work hard not to become lost. The orcs march us past many off-shoot paths and through a well-guarded tunnel into a massive chamber with many polls of water scattered throughout. Luminous mushrooms light the room with an eerie glow. And at the far end of the room is the Queen Slime.

Her body is composed of a gelatinous green slime, which is solid enough to maintain a form but still exudes a dripping wet texture. She currently holds the form of a human female, though inhumanly tall. When she sees us she shifts into a far more intimidating form, that of an amorphous blob-like creature with slithering tentacles, though she maintains the vague face of a human woman.

"New prizes," she exclaims, her voice resonating in a sensual tone throughout the cavernous chamber, "I will taste each of them and decide what to do with them."

The orcs step back and we cluster together, all of us naked except for our wrist bindings. Silently, acting on some prearranged order, an orc steps forward and cuts our wrist restraints, taking away the lengths of rope. But we dare not try to escape, not in this cave full of well-armed monster girls. Still we huddle together as a long tentacle extends from the Queen Slime and lightly traces over each of us, leaving a trail of wet ooze in its wake. Her slime smells like citrus, a sort of lime-like scent that is not unpleasant.

Elaine squeals when the tentacle slithers across her thighs. This exclamation seems to prompt the Slime Queen to act. The tentacle wraps around Elaine's waist and hauls her across the floor. The poor girl shrieks in horror and I want to help her, but the orc women won't let us move. More tendrils join the first, twisting around Elaine, caressing and exploring her body.

"Let me go!" she begs. "Please don't do this to me!"

"You talk too much." observes the horrible queen.

In a single motion, the monster engulf's Elaine's head in her mouth, muffling the pitiful pleading. Slowly she begins to suck Elaine's struggling body into her slimy bulk, until all of Elaine is gone, swallowed up inside the Slime Queen. Nina and I both scream in horror and cling to each other in fear. I hold tight to Nina as a new tentacle wraps around her ankles and begins to pull her away.

Nina cries out in horror, begging for me to help her, clawing at the floor as she's pulled toward the awaiting monster. I step forward, ready to leap to her aid, and two orcs tackle me to the ground, pinning me down painfully.

"Let me up," I demand, "please, I have to help her. I love her, please!"

"Marcus!" Nina screams as she's lifted to the Queen Slime's lips.

I struggle and am struck repeatedly by my captresses. The queen extends a tongue of slime and licks Nina's face and chest excitedly. Nina whimpers and trembles in the grasp of the queen. But, to my astonishment, the queen sets Nina down rather than eating her.

"Put her in a cell." she instructs her guards. "I like her taste, she will make a fun plaything. And now for the male."

Two guards haul Nina away roughly, while my own set of guards pulls me to my feet and holds me still. A slimy, wet tentacle shoots forward and caresses my manhood, before coiling tightly around my genitals. The guards release me and my body is sharply yanked across the room and pressed against the amorphous bulk of the Queen Slime. Her body shifts against me, parting slightly to absorb my genitals and squeeze them in her cool, gooey gel.

"You taste amazing." the queen tells me, her face now less than an inch from mine. "I'll keep you alive for a long time."

Her slimy lips cover mine in a disgusting, wet kiss. Her tongue slides into my mouth, probing around and exploring deep into my throat. I gag and squirm, but I can't fight her, and my body reacts to the firm pulsing sensations of her body around my manhood. As I near my climax, the queen's mouth expands and engulfs my entire torso. I gasp for air, screaming inside her body as my seed is milked out of my shaft. And then, I see Elaine, trapped deep in the bulk of the Slime Queen, somehow still alive and writhing desperately. She meets my eyes and mouths the words "Help me!" before her body sinks out of view.

Just when I think I'm about to pass out, I am ejected from the queen's body, dripping with her slime from head to toe. Orcs seize me and I am marched from the queen's chambers and brought to a block of prison cells. Many cells hold monster girls, many others hold men, and some very unfortunate men have been locked up with monster girls. These men cry out in torment as their ravenous cell mates torment them. Surely the monster girls know they will soon die, so they're having as much fun as they can. I watch a Snake Girl twist herself around a man, crushing his body and sinking her fangs into his neck. A Scorpion Girl holds her male mate down with powerful claws and repeatedly stings him with her venomous tail, deriving arousal from his agonized screams. A Succubus ignores the tired pleading of her captive male as she relentlessly rapes him on the floor of their cell. From his anguished begging, it sounds as if she's been ravaging him for days.

Finally I'm thrown into a cell with Nina, who looks up sharply at the sound of the opening door. The guards leave us and Nina leaps on me, clinging tightly to my body and wiping slime from my face and hair. We hold each other for a long while and just cry for our predicament, and for the loss of Elaine. I can still see her horror-stricken face, her mouth moving to silently beg for help while being digested alive.

"At least it's over for her." Nina tries to reassure both me and herself. "She's not still suffering now."

"I couldn't help any of us," I mumble, "I'm no fighter... We're going to die."

Nina holds me tight and brushes more slime from my hair. We lay on the cell's bare floor and just cuddle for a long time, gazing into each other's eyes and wishing things had not so suddenly changed for us.

"I could end it," Nina says quietly at last, "I could... I could kill you quickly and then destroy myself."

"It's something to consider," I admit, "but I... I'm scared."

Nina nods. She is scared, too. Neither of us want to die, but what sort of life will this be. Raped by that monster girl, reminded constantly of watching Elaine die, and eventually being eaten alive.

"We'll die here either way." I say at last. "I'll endure whatever comes, so long as I can spend more time with you before it happens."

"If I have to die, I'm happy to have known you, Marcus." Nina replies quietly. "I love you, with all of my heart."

"I love you, too."

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About a week goes by. Nina and I are dragged from our cells daily by guards, some of them orcs, some of them Slime Girls, some of them indistinguishable in full suits of armor. We're each tortured daily by the queen, and forced to watch each other suffer. The queen enjoys submerging us in her bulk, smothering us in slime, and penetrating our bodies with her awful tendrils. And by night, we are thrown back in our cell, finding comfort only in each other's arms. The Scorpion Girl in the adjacent cell accidentally killed her male. As punishment, she is taken to the queen's chamber, and we never see her again.

It is what we presume to be night when an armor-clad guard pulls open our cell door, startling Nina and I awake. It seems as if we'd only just fallen asleep; could time have passed so quickly? The guard silently motions us toward her.

"You two," she hisses, "follow me, and keep quiet."

"What's going on?" I ask, and am struck in the face with one of her metal gauntlets.

I grunt and clutch at my mouth; my lips are bleeding from the blow. We follow the armored guard away from our cells, away from the sound of the Snake Girl whipping her cell mate with her tail, and away from the sound of the Succubus groaning as she grinds her hips against her unwilling lover's face. But the guard does not take us to the chamber we're used to. Instead, she leads us down a dark, deserted path that starts to slope upward before rejoining the main path.




Monster Girl Adventure Ch. 02



"Halt!" barks an orc guard. "You, where are you taking these prisoners?"

"Queen's orders," the armored guard replies calmly, "she wants the male castrated and fed to the carnivorous nymphs, and she wants this girl here to watch."

"Very nice." smirks the orc. "Carry on."

Nina whimpers and wraps her arms around me. I can't react, I'm too scared from what I've just heard. I'm going to die, horribly. Our escort grabs me painfully by my hair and drags me forward. I hurry to keep up so as not to incur her wrath, but my fear is overwhelming. I don't want to die like this.

We come out of the cave to where the wagons are housed, and I feel the cool air of the night on my naked flesh. The guard leads us toward a small building I'd not noticed before. I can hear awful sounds from inside: high-pitched female giggling, ripping and tearing noises, and male screaming. The queen must keep those carnivorous nymphs in here. As we near the building, drawing away from the cave's entrance, I sharply turn to Nina.

"Do it now," I implore, "kill me, don't let this happen."

"I love you." Nina says as her hands lock around my throat, ready to snap my neck.

"No!" exclaims the guard, knocking Nina roughly away.

At that moment, she raises her helmet's visor and a familiar face greets us, a face with pale skin and gleaming red eyes. Araña! Nina and I are speechless.

"I had to get you away from the guards," she says, "now we should be clear to leave. You're lucky, the queen really wanted this done to you, but I intercepted the guard sent to do the deed."

We're still silent, both amazed. Araña takes a moment to remove her armor, revealing her human form in its usual attire. How she managed to get out of that full set of armor on her own I'll never know. But there's no time for questions. She leads us away from the cave via a roundabout route until we're back on a main road headed southward, toward our home. I'm weary but Araña keeps us walking until I can barely put one foot in front of the other. Luckily for us, she stowed some clothes for us in a bag concealed by the roadside.

When we make camp for the night, Araña tells us of how she heard the orcs take us, but could not act immediately as instinct would not let her leave her freshly laid eggs. But as soon as she was certain the eggs were safe, she hastened to find us and worked her way into the fortress, just in time to save us from our grim fates. Best of all, the queen will still think I've been killed, and though Nina will be seen as missing, perhaps the queen will leave us be for now.

"She will be dealt with," Araña assures us, "but for now, we need to get you two home. I heard talk of a monster army rallying against her, so let's hope they do their job well."

Nina and Araña both curl protectively around me under the starry night sky. Nina needs no sleep, and Araña seems to need less than any human would need. I know they'll guard my rest well, and so I slumber until morning.

Our journey home takes a long while, but I'm happy to be anywhere but in that cavern lair. Araña says she and Nina can fix the shattered front gate to our estate, given the right supplies. I'm not too concerned, the orcs have no reason to return here. I'm just so happy to be home I can hardly vocalize my glee. Of course Nina and I shower Araña in hugs, kisses, and praise, all of which the arachnitaur gladly accepts.

"Oh you two will repay me in time." she promises with a devious grin. "I've gone a week without feeding, and watching over my eggs has not been the most fun task ever. I'll get you two in my web and you'll repay me for my heroic deeds, just you wait and see."

In all honesty, I don't dread that prospect. Araña may be a bit of a sadist, but she loves me. I'm the father of her young. And she's quite fond of Nina, too. She'd never go too far with us. I trust her. And I'm also eager to see our eggs hatch, to see the little arachnitaurs I've sired; my daughters.

"It will be a few weeks," Araña tells me while we eat breakfast in the kitchen, "but they grow up incredibly fast."

"I can't wait." I reply.

On our second day home, Nina, Araña, and I are working in the front yard, fitting new metal bars into our gate. The work is arduous, but the two women are much stronger than I, and they do well at the task. Yet, we all stop short when we see the figure coming up the path; a green Slime Girl, walking deliberately toward the house. Araña pushes Nina and I back, taking up a defensive stance in her natural, half-spider form.

"Come no closer!" she snarls in a territorial manner. "These beings are my beloved ones, you won't harm my family."

"Nina, Marcus," says the Slime Girl in a familiar voice, "it's me..."

Suddenly, Nina's words come rushing back to me. Monsters use men for life force and food, they use women as food, but they can also convert women into monster girls. In a heartbeat, Nina and I rush past Araña and embrace Elaine in her new, slimy form. She hugs us tightly in her squishy arms, her slime covering us, but we don't care.

"She turned me," Elaine explains, "it was an awful process, but then I was set free. I just followed the road south and happened to see you all working out here."

"Stay with us!" I insist. "Please, Elaine. We almost lost you once."

Our Slime Girl friend thinks about this for a moment.

"My family was slain in the orc raid," she says at last, "I have nowhere to go. Are you sure I can stay."

"We're an odd family, the three of us," Araña answers, "I'm sure you'll fit in very well. Though we'll have to do something about you trailing slime everywhere."

"And I'll uh... have to feed eventually, on uh... life force." Elaine says sheepishly.

Araña and Nina both share a good natured laugh at that.

"That's what our precious little male is for." Araña explains. "Come to think of it, I'm a bit hungry myself. How about we take Marcus inside for a little snack."

The three women cluster around me, giggling as I pretend to struggle in their grasp.

"Don't I get a say in the matter?" I ask in a fake indignant tone.

"No!" they all say at once.

*

[Author's Note: I hope this update to the story was an enjoyable read. I'll delve more into the characters in future updates. As I said in the pre-story author's note, any and all feedback is greatly appreciated, so feel free to leave a comment telling me what you thought of the tale. But keep in mind that, due to some computer complications, I cannot reply directly to comments, so if you want to start a discussion with me, send me an email. Thanks for reading.]



Monster Girl Adventure



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I'm finally set down, rather I am dropped unceremoniously into a deep hole over which my captress swings. She of course lands nimbly on the hole's far edge, a perfect landing not inconvenienced at all by her wearing no shoes. She lets out one final war-cry, which is answered by many others, much to my horror. I shakily rise, standing in the middle of the otherwise empty pit, and I watch my captress be joined by many others of her Crystal Elf race, who encircle the pit. Most are pointing spears or arrows at me.

I recall from what I read of the Monster Girl Adventure book online that the Crystal Elves were once a normal breed of elf women who were so beloved by their goddesses that the divines imparted unto them the strength and martial prowess of the amazons. The Crystal Elves thus were born and now, I stand at their mercy. One of them, standing behind me on the rim of the pit, speaks. She wears garb like that of her tribeswomen, but also a crown of beautiful leaves.

"Shia," she addresses my captress, "you have brought a man to the taming pit. You must now make him submit, and call himself yours, and your journey to womanhood will be complete. Your status as a warrior will likewise be secured."

"Fair Queen," asked Shia, stepping to the edge of the pit, "may I now tame my mate?"

"Bring him into his place of domesticity." replied the elf queen. "Let him know the joy of sitting at your feet and the fear of your wrath."

That's it then, I've become a pawn in some "coming-of-age" ritual. If I lose, I'll be this Shia's slave for the rest of my life. And if I battle her and miraculously win, I'm certain the elven archers will end me quickly. Or wound me and then make my ending more entertaining in some grim way.

Shia let's out another warbling cry of battle before springing at me. One long, bare leg extends and her foot catches me squarely in the torso. I fly back against the wall of the pit, the breath smashed out of me, and slide down to the dirt floor. Shia stands, legs braced apart, hands on her hips, her eyes fixed on me. The invitation to attack her is clear, and thus clearly what she wants, but I have no choice. I stagger to my feet, drawing a few deep breathes, before I charge toward Shia with a defiant roar.

Her resolve unbroken, Shia meets my charge by crouching low and snatching me up in her arms. I'm thrown over her shoulder and, to the delight of the crowd, paraded around the pit as such. Adding injury to insult, Shia begins to strike my backside with her left hand, painfully for me but in a manner she perceives as playful. The crowd whoops and jeers at my humiliation. At last, I'm thrown back to the ground and Shia returns to the center of the pit, awaiting a new attack.

"I can't do this." I cry.

"Fight me or die." she orders.

Again, no choice. My ass hurts from her humiliating spanking, but I have to try again against my twelve foot tall, blue-skinned tormentress. This time, I dart in fast, but step back when Shia grabs for me, narrowly avoiding her hands. Her right leg sweeps out and catches me off balance, sending me to the dirt. I try to scoot away across the ground, but Shia has other ideas.

Quickly stooping, she seizes my ankles and lifts me by them until I'm dangling in the air. She begins to spin, slowly at first, arms extended forward with me in her grasp. The spinning picks up speed, the pit becomes a blur and I cry out in absolute fear when Shia lets me go. I land with a thump on the rim of the pit, at the bare feet of the elf queen. A savage kick sends me over the edge and into Shia's waiting arms.

"What is this?" the elf asks me, letting her right hand move to my penis as her left hand holds me up by the waist of my jeans.

"M-my penis." I shakily reply, my ribs and stomach aching from the beating.

"Wrong!" she snarls.

I'm thrown to the ground and kicked in the ribs so hard I can't believe they don't crack. Shia's right foot comes down hard on my balls and I squeal in agony, pinned to the ground.

"What, is, this?!" she demands again.

I gaze up at her, my eyes traveling up her long legs, her torso with its clearly defined abdominal muscles, and finally I meet her gaze. There is no help, no mercy in those eyes. I don't know how to reply.

"My balls." I try.

"Wrong!" she screams again.

This time, I'm kicked up into the air with astonishing force. As I fall back downward, another kick sends me back up, almost like I'm weightless. Breath is gone from my lungs, my body is a patchwork of bruising, my vision dims, and my ears even pop. The sounds of female laughter recede into echoes as a series of kicks and punches keeps me airborne until Shia let's me fall at her feet.

"What are you?" she demands, her voice the only clear sound to me now.

I take more than a moment to regain enough air to speak. My lips are split and I taste blood. I'm going to die.

"Anything you want." I cry, tears streaming down my face. "Just make it stop, please! I am whatever you want me to be."

"You are my mate, my slave." she explains firmly, her voice strong and firm, perfect for issuing orders.

"I am your mate and your slave." I relent to tumultuous applause.

"Kiss my feet, slave-boy." Shia orders.

My pride is broken, my dignity shattered. I press my battered lips against Shia's blue-skinned feet, kissing them repeatedly. Shia's elven sisters applaud and cry out in joy at her deed. At last, she scoops me into her arms and leaps out of the pit.

"Your mate is yours, Sister Shia!" the queen proclaims. "May his tortured screams this night attest to a thorough consummation of your union."

"I won't be so gentle tonight as I was today." Shia boasts, squeezing me against her ample breasts.

"Will you be castrating him?" asks an elf of about my height, who I assume to be younger. "I'd so love to help."

"No," Shia answers, much to my relief, "he'll father me some daughters before I cut him off."

The elves applaud at that as well.

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The village of the Crystal Elves is built, as one might expect, amongst the trees. Some dwellings are built high in trees, supported by thick branches. Others are built on the ground, around or sheltered by trees. Shia's home is one of the latter. It is a quaint little cabin of logs with a roof of tightly woven vines and foliage. It stands in the shadow of a tall tree and is large simply because it has to accommodate the height of the Crystal Elf.

Inside the cabin dwelling is a table with two logs carved into stools, a fire pit under a small hole serving as a smoke vent, and a mattress that appears to be made from animal hides sewn together and stuffed with an unknown material. Shia closes the cabin's door and eagerly tosses away her scanty top and loincloth, revealing all of her beautiful, perfectly toned body. Finally on my feet again, I stumble weakly to the bed and sink down on it, my body aching. Shia lays upon the long mattress, stretching out and emitting a cat-like purr.

"Undress." she says calmly.

It is, for some reason, this simple command that brings to the surface all of my fear and helplessness, my psychological pain, my confusion, and my home sickness. As I strip off my boots, pants, socks, and underwear, I openly cry, my body shaking with powerful sobs. Shia firmly pulls my trembling body against her, resting my head on her breasts.

"Why do you weep?" she inquires. "I've not yet begun to torture you."

"I'm so scared, a-and s-so confused." I babble through a stream of tears and sharply drawn breath. "I'm not of this world, I awoke here and everything has been trying to hurt me or kill me or rape me."

"You are a man," Shia explained, as if I didn't know, "sex is what you are good for, and you enjoy it. Your weeping makes no sense."

"But I'm not consenting to this." I protest. "Not to any of it."

"The spider does not beg the fly's consent." Shia responds. "Monster women mate with, enslave, and sometimes eat human males. This is life, enjoy your role in it. I intend to enjoy it at length."

At this point, Shia grips my head firmly in her powerful hands and forces me down between her thighs. Locking my head between her vice-like thighs, she presses my face into her warm, inviting depths. Shia's hips arch upward as her thighs squeeze against my head. My body, betraying my dismayed mind, forces me to extend my tongue and lick, first slowly, then at greater speeds in correspondence with Shia's grinding hips and crushing thighs. When she, after over half an hour, reaches a long, slow orgasm, I nearly black out from the crushing force of her legs, and my face is positively covered in her sweet nectar.

Shia pulls me up beside her and begins licking my face clean, using her long, prehensile tongue. Slowly she moves down past my face to my neck, her tongue flicking across my skin in a shiver-inducing way. Shia's body moves over mine, pressing painfully down upon me and keeping me pinned as her tongue flicks up and down my collarbone. Without warning, she sinks her teeth into my collarbone and I scream in pain while she bites down with agonizing strength.

"Ah! It hurts, Shia!" I scream my body sweating profusely from the pain.

Shia releases her bite and licks her lips eagerly. She encircles my waist with those muscular thighs, squeezing my hips and pressing down painfully. Then she seizes my manhood firmly in her hand, with enough force to be painful to me, and slides it into her sweet inner sanctum. And thus begins the most miserable twelve hours of my life to date.

Shia's inner walls squeeze my manhood painfully, and she begins to rock her hips back and forth with such force that my body is moved back and forth on the mattress under her. The speed picks up and, admittedly, the unnatural vibrations and stimulating texture of her vaginal walls do feel very exciting. Caught up in that excitement, Shia slaps me across the face. Lightly at first, for her at least, then harder. As her body painfully rides astride me, all but pulverizing my hips, her breasts swaying with the growing motion, she rains blows down upon my face and chest. Punches, slaps, and swipes of her nails leave me screaming in a mix of sexual pleasure and tortured agony.

"God no!" I gasp weakly when she seems to have reached and enjoyed her climax. "No more, please."

"Much more." she proudly declares. "My body's natural magic will keep you hard and awake until I am done. Now worship your superior mate, slave!"

The violent, hip crushing sex continues, as does the painful beating. I lose track of time. My life becomes one slap to the face or punch to the stomach after another, one increasingly painful orgasm and then the next. The constant sexual stimulation has actually become fairly painful. I weep openly, but this only excites Shia as her lovemaking increases in speed and ferocity for the remainder of the time.

Long hours pass before my elven mate is satiated. When at last she is sexually satisfied, Shia falls upon me with her full weight, twelve feet of musculature, and lays there, sleeping soundly with her arms and legs wrapped around me, heedless of my gasps for freedom. Gasps which are muffled by her breasts smothering my face. Like this, barely getting enough air, convinced my body will break at any moment, I am forced to sleep. Clearly my body needed the rest far more than the comfort. But even in sleep my dreams are plagued with the memories of my torture and fresh nightmares regarding what may yet befall me.

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The feeling of a weight lifting off of me wakes me the next morning. Shia moves to her table and prepares a meal for herself. My legs barely respond when I try to stand, so instead of walking, I crawl like an animal, dragging myself to the table.

"Good boy." praises Shia. "You're being broken in very well."

While she enjoys her meal, my elven mate rests her feet on my back. Apparently I am both sex-slave and footstool in this society. But, huddled on the floor under her bare feet, I don't complain, lest I be punished. If sex, an act of pleasure for this Crystal Elf, leaves me barely able to walk, how could I even survive a punishment? Would I survive? Would I even want to?

"You may eat now." Shia instructs.

She places a plate on the floor and I eat, still seated naked by her feet. I'm so humiliated, so thoroughly debased, that I don't even think to protest the unfairness of my situation. What good would it do me anyway?

"You will clean my home today." Shia informs me. "You will fetch water from the spring with the other men, and tonight we will mate again."

"Again?" I moan.

"I won't be so soft as I've been," she assures me, "do not fret, lover. You'll know my full strength tonight."

I'm going to die. I'm going to be fucked to death by an amazon elf. It sounds like Heaven, but it couldn't be any more of a Hell. My only hope rests in one of my errands: fetching water with the other men. Perhaps then I can slip away and leave Shia behind.

"I'm going out," she informs me, "honour my departure."

"I don't understand." I admit.

"Stupid male," she scoffs, "when I arrive or leave you, you worship my feet like a good slave. Now."

Still seated en her stool, Shia presents her perfect, blue-skinned feet. They are, of course, to scale with the rest of her. As such, it takes me a while to kiss and lick them all over, to Shia's satisfaction. My lips caress her soles, my tongue lapping at her soft skin and moving between her toes. When I have finished with both feet, Shia rises.

"Go fetch water with the other males." she instructs. "When you return, clean our home and then stand in the corner until I return."

"Yes Shia." I answer.

"You'll make a fine mate." she praises.

Why does that make me feel proud?!

I exit Shia's home and see, for the first time, other men emerging. They are all thin, they look underfed, and they move mechanically, without any sense of real life. Their spirits have been thoroughly broken. They are like machines built to serve their mistresses.

One by one the men move in a line, carrying water pots. I dart back inside and retrieve a clay pot that I'd missed before, and hurry to join the men. Supervising the line of servants, wearing a knife at her side and holding a vine whip, is the younger elf who'd talked to Aria after my taming. She eyes me with a look I do not fully understand. She looks to be about eighteen in human years, and thus has not blossomed to the full height of her elf sisters. She stands roughly at my height, only slightly taller.

"Move along!" she barks, cracking her whip across a man's shoulders.

The man stumbles forward but does not cry out. Are they so dead to pain? Will I be like them one day if I don't escape? Almost certainly. But, for fear of punishment, I fall in line and hastily make my way down to a nearby river with the others. The journey is short and would not be unpleasant, save for the fact that movement of any sort hurts me greatly after Shia's long, passionate night astride me. As such, stooping to fill my water pot proves to be a wince-worthy effort.

"You, new boy." comes the elf's voice as she cracks her whip in the air. "Shia's mate. Come here, now! The rest of you, stay."

I set my pot away from the shore and tentatively step toward our overseer, keeping my eyes down as I've seen the other men do. She beckons me to follow her away from the shore and I obey, having no other choice. At last, we are well separated from the rest of the men, and it is then that she tackles me viciously, landing hard on my torso with both of her knees.

"Now, you little whore," she snarls, her face inches from mine, her knife in her hand, "I'm going to cut off those pathetic testicles of yours."

"W-why?!" I gasp weakly as she unbuttons my pants and slides down my underwear.

"Because your mate wouldn't let me, and it turns me on to hear men scream when I do this nice and slow." she purrs, seizing my balls in one hand and pulling them up painfully.

The cold edge of her knife presses slowly into my skin, and my primal instincts kick in like a lightning strike. Panic fuels me, adrenaline fires in my veins, forcing away the fear that had numbed me and left me at her mercy. With a great roar, I heave her off of me and throw her to the ground. Her shock is so great at seeing a male fight back that I have time to quickly pull up my underwear and zip up my pants before charging off into the forest.

I don't know which way I'm going. I only know that the wicked elf is behind me, running quickly, and that I have to lose her soon. My feet stumble on a few large roots and I keep my arms up to bat away grasping blanches. Terror pounds in my heart as I run, the footsteps of my pursuer close behind me. She let's out a war cry and is about to leap upon me when I break through the trees into a clearing, and she freezes as if she's run into a transparent wall.

I watch her for a while as she watches me, a look of fear briefly flickering across her face. Then she turns, and she is gone into the woods and I am alone once again. But what could have driven her off? Another monster girl? Most likely. I'll have to be cautious. I only just escaped a horrible life amongst the Crystal Elves, I can't afford to risk capture again. Carefully I look around me as I step forward, but I see nothing, nor do I hear anything besides the sounds of the forest. Then I look up, and I wish I was back in Shia's arms again.

Above me, smiling wolfishly and perched in a massive web that spans the sky above the clearing like a gossamer ceiling, is a horrific creature with the giant body of a spider, but with a woman's upper-body where the spider's head should be. Her hair is jet-black, her eyes gleam fiercely, and her skin is the color of ivory. Over her torso she wears some garment of tight black leather that accentuates her large chest. In her hands she holds a long strand of spider-silk that trails down from her web, far down to the ground, to a loop in which I've managed to step.

She lets out a wicked cackle and pulls hard on the silk, hand over hand. The loop snaps tight around my ankles and yanks me off my feet, hauling me ever upward and into my captress' web. She laughs all the while, and I struggle uselessly in midair until I'm up above her web, lying on my back upon the sticky strands, quivering in her shadow.

"A new toy!" she cries. "Hopefully you will last longer than the last."

"The l-last?" I stammer, still shocked at her horrifying appearance.

"He died when I began dissecting him," she explains, clicking her foremost, razor-tipped spider legs together, "so he didn't get to live long enough to enjoy me laying my eggs in him. You'll be much better though, I can feel it."

"Someone help me!" I screamed, thrashing and wriggling on the web. "God don't let me die this way! Help me, somebody, please!"

"It will feel amazing when I cut you." purred the spider. "I'll make sure you love it."

I'd heard of these monster girls too. Arachnitaurs they're called. Sadistic spider-women that thrive on the torture and misery of their male mates. Said mates never last very long, or so I've heard. In that knowledge, I pull myself painfully from the web and try to scramble away, only to fall on my belly and stick to the web once again, more thoroughly this time.

"Don't run, toy." the spider-woman ominously purrs as she looms over me. "Save your breath for screaming."

"Why do you want to do this?" I groan in pathetic desperation.

"Because no one can stop me." she cackles.

I quiver and whimper, shaking like a tiny leaf in an all-consuming storm. But the first strike is not a cut. Instead it comes from a short strand of her silk held in her hand. The arachnitaur cracks it through the air and lets it collide with my back. Even made of silk, the whip stings bitterly and I bite back a cry of pain.




Monster Girl Adventure



"Don't you hold back." she moans in a tone of excitement. "Scream for me, boy!"

The whip cracks again, harder, across my bare back and I scream aloud this time, throwing my head back and howling like a wounded animal. Crack, crack, crack. Seemingly without end, the spider-woman whips me, panting in ecstasy while I scream and cry and beg for her to stop. At last she does stop and leans her human torso down toward me, turning me onto my back on the web.

"Your face is so pretty when you're in pain." she coos, brushing her lips against my cheek and biting my right ear painfully. "I think I'll kill you nice and slow."

A searing pain shoots through my chest as my captress slides the razor-tip of one of her forelegs across my skin. A thin, red line is carved in its wake, and I shudder and wince against the stinging pain. Another foreleg takes the opposite trajectory and thus an X is carved into my chest. She begins to trace patters, intricately, on my skin, leaving lacerations with every stroke. I groan and try my best to welcome unconsciousness, but it will not come.

"Please," I whine, gazing into her eyes, "please spare me. I'll be your servant, I'll do as you please, but I can't take this anymore!"

"Such a sweet boy." she hisses seductively, leaning in and kissing me hard on the mouth. "I won't kill you today, sweet boy. Tomorrow, I'll torture you a while more and then I think I will spare you the agony of being filled with my eggs."

"Oh thank you, you are wonderful! Thank you!" I babble, willing to survive another bout of misery if I'm not going to be used to hatch her young.

"I think I'll eat you instead." she whispers in my ear, before sinking her teeth into my neck.

I try to scream, but suddenly I cannot move. From the point where her teeth sink in, a cold sensation like a burning ice shoots through me, spreading until my whole body is frozen stiff.

"I'll eat you tomorrow," she repeats, nibbling on my ear, "and this poison will keep you immobile and awake, down to every last bite."

I cannot move to speak, to cry out, to struggle, but I can still feel. I feel the spider-woman's fierce kisses and sharp bites. I feel her lift me up and wind me tightly in her silken thread from my neck to my ankles, before laying me again in the web. I would be screaming aloud if I could, but as it is I can only cry out in my mind, shrieking internally as a panic wholly new and overwhelming charges through my body. My heart hammers in my chest, my mind races at the thought of things to come. Surely thinking those same thoughts, my captress lies in her web to slumber for the night.

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As I am unable to sleep, the night draws on, dark and cold, wind chilling me beneath my horrible silk cocoon. The forest is still, save for the sounds of night birds and the arachnitaur's gentle breathing in her sleep. Quiet as my surroundings are, I hear the stealthy footsteps below me very clearly. For a moment, I hope it's Shia coming to rescue me, then I realize that such a rescue would not be a great improvement. But at least I'd be alive.

"You up there," comes a quiet female voice, "stay calm and don't move."

I hear movement but cannot turn my head to see the woman approaching. Vibrations shake the web, yet somehow the spider-woman sleeps on. Then I see her in the light of the moon, my rescuer. She is human, in her late twenties, with brown hair tied back in a ponytail. She wears a coat, pants, boots, and gloves. Somehow, her boots and gloves seem immune to the web's adhesive qualities.

"Hold still now." she urges, producing a small knife. "I'll get you out of this. Can you move at all."

I can do nothing to reply.

"Hit you with her venom, did she?" the woman muses. "It's okay, that will wear off in eight to twelve hours. I'll carry you somewhere safe."

I thank whatever deities govern this realm as my savior cuts away the webbing from my half-naked body and manages to sling me over her shoulder and still navigate to the ground below. Her athleticism is astonishing, but I don't see her as inhuman. Certainly she's not a monster, or so I hope. She carries me through the forest, talking all the while.

Apparently, her name is Alexia, and she lives alone in a house on a hill to the east of the forest. She's taking me there where I can rest, recover, and most importantly of all, stay safe from the world of monster girls ready to have their wicked ways with me. I breathe easily as Alexia moves on out of the forest and up an inclined path. We pass through a gate, which Alexia locks behind us, before entering a vast mansion of a house. I don't see much of it from my awkward position on Alexia's shoulder, but the doors are ornate and the hall behind them is lined with beautiful tapestries. A large, exotic rug lies across the wood floor.

Alexia takes me down a long hall and up a flight of stairs. How she is not tired is absolutely beyond me. I'm at last brought into a small room with a bed, table, chest of drawers, and a lantern.

"I'll wash your clothes for you, you poor thing." she says, stripping me down while I lay in bed. "You get some sleep for now, okay?"

I lay on my back, totally naked. Fortunately, Alexia covers me in a warm blanket before she leaves. Though I cannot sleep, courtesy of that damned venom, I can relax in the warm bed and listen to the soothing sounds of wind outside my window. The old house creaks often, and a few times I think I hear footsteps outside my door, but I must be imagining them. Makes sense my imagination would be on edge after all I've been through in this all-too-real fantasy world.

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When morning finally comes, I find that I can weakly speak, but I still cannot do more than blink my eyes as far as movement goes. Alexia enters the room, clad today in a white coat and wheeling a tray of equipment I'd associate with medical facilities in my own world, back home. I'd assumed this whole world was primitive. It seems I was, to an extent, incorrect.

"As I mentioned yesterday," she says briskly, "I study medicine and other sciences. I'm just going to run some tests on you, for your own good."

"Will it hurt?" I ask quietly.

"It'll be okay." she answers, not quite addressing my question.

Drawing aside my blanket, she examines the cuts on my chest, cleaning them with alcohol and a soft cloth, which hurts all the same. She examines me thoroughly, looking in my eyes and ears with a tiny light, pinching my skin with calipers to get an estimate of my body-fat versus musculature, and at last she comes to my more sensitive regions. She handles my testicles rather roughly, which makes me wince.

"Sorry," she says, "I have to check for any irregularities."

My penis is examined as well, at great length, which I'm assured is medically necessary. Then, she turns me onto my belly and I hear her snapping on a glove.

"What are you doing?" I demand.

"Rectal exam." she explains. "This will hurt a bit, so sorry."

"Wait!"

But she doesn't. I feel first one finger slide into me, widening me uncomfortably, then another. She begins to push until all of her fingers are inside me and I'm grunting into my pillow. But she keeps pushing, harder, deeper, my body expanding to try and accommodate her, though the pain is immense. Finally, her whole fist is inside me, up to her wrist. Slowly, Alexia begins to pump her fist in and out, back and forth inside me. Horribly painful and humiliating as it is, I can't help but get aroused at the feeling.

"You're doing great." she informs me, her breath coming heavily. "Great. Just... a bit... longer. Yes, come on."

"Ouch!" I groan as she pumps faster.

"Yeah!" she cries out. "Yes yes yes."

She's getting off on violating me with her fist! I scream in pain and rage as she lets out an orgasmic cry. The only plus side is that she at last removes her hand, disposing of the glove and turning my helpless body over. I stare up at her, malevolence in my eyes, laced with a healthy dose of fear and physical discomfort.

"Why?" I manage.

"You're perfect." she proclaims.

Then, without a further word, she leaves me. I wait, feeling some control return to my body, enough that I can sit up, though it takes me a while and I have to lean against the headboard to do it. There I sit, naked and violated, miserable in every sense of the word. But when Alexia returns, my misery turns into a familiar sensation: terror.

Alexia is not, in appearance, the same woman who rescued me the night before, or who "examined" me this morning. Her skin is chalk white, her hair a flowing cascade of ebony. Her eyes are angular, matching her sharp features, and they have an infernal red glow to them. Her hands are slim, her fingernails painted the same blood red as her lips. And between her lips I see fangs. I've been captured by a vampiress.

"You may call me Queen Alexia." she says in a cool, imperious tone. "Did my shape shifting impress you.

"A vampiress." I exclaim. "Why did you save me?!"

"You'll make a fun food source and sex-toy." she matter-of-factly states. "I need no better reason to keep a male, for there is no better reason."

She wears a flowing black robe and tall, stiletto-heeled boots that click across the floor as she moves to my bedside.

"Medically you are in excellent condition to meet my needs and survive my wants." she tells me. "But first, I'd still like to assess your performance. And in that, your queen grants you a choice."

"A choice?" I ask in confusion. "Please, will you release me, Alexia?"

She slaps me violently across the face twice.

"Queen Alexia!" she snarls.

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry, Queen Alexia." I hastily correct.

"You have two options." she goes on, as if nothing had happened just then. "I have a machine in my dungeon, an Iron Maiden. But instead of blades, it has tentacles that will stimulate you ceaselessly, and thus assess your performance. Or, there is the other option: Nina."

"Nina?" I ask.

At that, the door opens, and a girl enters. She too is pale and black-haired, but she is shorter than Alexia and entirely naked. She looks to be eighteen or nineteen. Her eyes look human, but I'm learning not to trust that. Her body is gorgeous, soft and curvy, inviting in every sense of the word. She eyes me and licks her lips.

"Nina is an android." explains Alexia.

"An android?! Those exist?" I incredulously inquire.

"An artful combination of science and magic." Alexia replies. "She is designed to be the ultimate, tireless lover, made to take and receive pleasure in every possible way. She is your second option."

"I uh... I don't want any of this." I murmur weakly.

"Choose one," Alexia orders, "or I will shrink you down and use you to pleasure me... from behind. Understand?!"

"I choose Nina." I blurt out, motivated by that rather disturbing threat.

Alexia smiles and retrieves a set of thick shackles from under the bed. I'm forced to lay back down, my wrists shackled to the headboard, my ankles shackled to the footboard.

"I'll monitor everything." she assures us. "Nina, let him live unless I say otherwise."

"Yes, my queen." Nina chirps.

"Good, see you in a week."

"A week?!" I cry out as the door closes and locks behind Alexia.

I don't have time to panic, before Nina lets out a squeal of glee and throws herself on top of me forcefully. I try to talk, to reason with her, but she buries my face between her soft breasts and begins to rub her chest against my head. I let out muffled protests that go on until she at last pulls away.

"I can't survive this for a week, I'll starve and dehydrate." I try to reason.

"My saliva contains nutrients to keep you fully hydrated and sustained." she happily squeals.

"Your saliva?!"

I get no more words out before her mouth smothers mine in the most invasive, disgustingly slobbery kiss I've ever experienced. Her tongue, longer than a human tongue, probes my mouth, extending into my throat. I gag, but she won't stop the kiss, engulfing my mouth in her's. I now understand how she intends to feed me for the week. Never breaking the kiss, Nina reaches down and fits my penis into her tight depths. At that new sensation, I moan into her mouth, which she takes as a sign to kiss me harder, much to my complete disgust.

Her vagina, designed like the rest of her to induce pleasure, tightens rhythmically around different sections of my manhood. It feels ribbed, to induce greater pleasure as she begins to move her hips up and down at an agonizingly slow pace. Light vibrations within her tickle the head of my shaft, and I find myself ready to climax very soon. But just as I near the brink, she tightens her inner walls extremely, to the point of major discomfort. My manhood is held in that vice grip until the urge to climax has died, and then she loosens up slightly and begins her thrusting once again. A deep, sinking feeling sets in, as I realize that this will go on endlessly, my orgasms denied at every chance, until this session has ended. It will be a woefully long week. 

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Nina rapes me for a whole week. Somehow, my body's urges to sleep and to expel waste are entirely overridden by my android lover. She slavers over and into my mouth near constantly, feeding me with her unwanted kisses, while her perfectly designed vagina keeps me at the brink for five excruciating days. By the end of it, I'm mentally detached, just watching myself be raped by this beautiful android girl, for to stay in my mind is to go mad with pleasure. When Nina finally let's me orgasm, the force is so intense I almost faint, and it makes Nina cry out and squeal with glee.

"Good boy!" she proclaims. "Queen Alexia will love you."

Then she pouts slightly as she climbs off of me.

"I want you more though." she whispers to me as she leans in to playfully lick the side of my face. "Now, sleep for a while before Queen Alexia takes you for a feeding."

"A feeding?" I ask.

"She'll want blood." Nina explains.

Of course she will. I'm too exhausted. My body aches, my hips burn from the constant friction. My mouth tastes like... the inside of Nina's mouth, I suppose. In a truly sorry state, I fall heavily into a deep sleep. For how long I cannot tell.

When I next wake, Nina is laying wrapped around me, nibbling lightly on my neck and purring to herself. When she sees I'm awake, the artificial human helps me up. My legs are weak, shaky after a week of disuse, but Nina kindly supports me as she walks me out of the room and down a long hall to a set of heavy wooden doors.

Behind those doors is a lavish bedroom decorated with swords, axes, and pieces of armor. Alexia, robed in black, smiles broadly at me, revealing her sharp fangs. Nina pushes me forward and then hurries from the room.

"My android has fallen for you." Alexia observes. "It's rather charming."

"She raped me for a week, how is that charming?" I ask, defiance flaring in my battered body.

"Still a bit of spirit left in you." laughs the vampire queen. "That will make you taste even better."

I step back involuntarily as the vampiress rises to her imposing full height and strides forward. She locks a hand in my hair and pulls me to her large, four-posted bed. There, she falls on top of me, jerking my head painfully backward.

"Will it hurt?" I whimper, the fight leaving me with startling speed.

"Probably." honestly answers Alexia.

Her razor-sharp teeth pierce my neck and I cry out in pain. A slow, sucking sensation pulls at my neck and I feel the very life seeping out of my body and into the quivering body of my captress. My vision blurs, I'm certain I'll die here, at the hands of the wicked vampiress. Then, when at last I think myself doomed, she pulls away and blows lightly on the wound inflicted by her fangs. Almost immediately the wound seals up and I feel no pain. Alexia kisses me deeply.

"You taste wonderful." she praises. "Now, Nina will make you something to eat to regain your vitality, then we'll go for a ride in the gardens."

"Oh uh... thanks." I mumble, confused at her kindness. "I -h... that sounds nice."

And it actually did sound nice. Nina hurries me down to a dining hall where she prepares a plate of food for me. She offers just to kiss me and let me absorb nutrients from her saliva, but I tell her that I need proper food to fully maintain my strength. This makes her unhappy, and the look on her face nearly makes me forget the week of sexual torture.

"Next time." I offer. "You can give me all the kisses you want, if Queen Alexia says it's okay."

"Are you happy?" she asks, brightening at my words.

"Well," I muse, "the torture and rape were Hell, and the feeding hurt. But I do already feel better."

"Alexia's vampiric energy heals those with whom she chooses to share it." Nina explains.

"That makes sense." I reply. "So if I just have to get bitten every so often, it shouldn't be too bad. She's taking me for a ride in the gardens later."

"Oh, I see." Nina pouts.

"Nina, you know you raped me for a week." I point out. "How much do you expect me to love you?"

She looks at me, wide-eyed and horrified.

"But, y-you wanted me, because I'm pretty." she defends, hugging herself protectively.

"You are pretty," I agree, "but I was tied up and screaming no."

"Alexia told me," Nina stammers, "she said that you would do that, that it was part of your game."

"Game?" I'm baffled. "There was no game, I was captured. You raped me for a week!"

Nina's lip quivers, her eyes tear up and she runs from the room, weeping. I feel awful. But why? She did do it. But she didn't know, it wasn't her fault I suppose. I eat my breakfast quickly, trying not to think about Nina. When I'm done, I go upstairs and find my pants, underwear, socks, and boots all cleaned like new and sitting by my bed. I dress and find my way outside.

The sun shines bright but not too hot on Alexia's land. The grass is green and the trees are beautiful. I walk out the back of the house toward what appears to be a small cart with four wheels and a seat atop it, with a harness for an animal to pull it.

"That will be my transport." Alexia explains, materializing behind me with a riding crop in her hand.

"It's neat, like a personal carriage." I answer, startled by her sudden appearance. "What pulls it?"

"You do."

Now it makes sense. I struggle fruitlessly with Alexia, who forcefully drags me to the front of the cart. A sequence of straps is fitted about my waist and shoulders, affixing me to the front of the cart. Alexia sits in the seat, clad in black leather garments and black thigh-high boots.

"Go!" she orders, cracking the riding crop across my back.

I cry out in pain, the whip stinging my back and startling me forward. Alexia gives me a few more sharp smacks of the crop to get me moving. I scream in agony, my eyes watering as I slowly get the cart moving forward. Using a set of reins attached to my shoulder straps, Alexia guides my movements around the vast estate she owns. Any time I slow down, the crop snaps across my back, fueling me with a jolt of pain and speed. I grimace, my legs ache, but I push on for over an hour, for the pleasure of my queen.

When she at last jerks the reins for me to stop, I am sweating profusely and on the verge of passing out. Alexia descends from the cart and removes my harness. She strokes the numerous welts on my back lovingly, though I wince at her touching of those fresh wounds. This only seems to invigorate her.

"I'm going to make love to you here in the yard." she whispers to me. "Your pain exhilarates me, slave."

"Queen Alexia, I'm so tired, and so uncomfortable." I weakly sigh.

"I know," she growls in a predatory manner, pulling me down to the grass, "I want to make it all worse..."

I moan in anticipation of the long agony to come. But it does not come. Instead, a scream comes in the distance, getting closer. Nina charges across the yard and tackles Alexia off of me, grappling with the vampiress before striking a terrific blow that renders Alexia unconscious.




Monster Girl Adventure



"I can't watch her hurt you!" Nina explains as she roughly drags Alexia toward the house.

"What will you do with her, and me?" I ask.

"I'll lock her in the dungeons and then brick them up." Nina says casually. "You... I'd like to keep you, but I want you to be happy."

I look at the android before me. She did hurt me before, but she did not intend to. I can't fault her for that. And she wants to get rid of Alexia, I admire that. Plus, she'd be a very nice girl to live with.

"Do arachnitaurs eat vampires?" I ask.

"Yes, why?" Nina enquires.

"I have an idea." I say with a devious grin.

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The arachnitaur looks me over reproachfully, looming above me in her web. Nina stands protectively in front of me, ready to defend me from the spider woman. Between us is the slowly-waking Alexia.

"A gift." I say. "A vampire for you to eat, oh spider-woman."

"Why do you offer me this?" she demands.

"Well, you meant me great harm," I explain, "but you do need to feed, so take her."

As the spider woman descends and scoops up Alexia, the vampiress begins to come to her senses. But it's too late. As she shrieks in indignant protest, she is wrapped in webbing and sedated with the spider's venom.

"Thank you, human." the arachnitaur says. "I'll enjoy her very much."

"Don't be gentle." Nina urges.

"I never am." replies the spider, raking a razor sharp foreleg across Alexia's bosom.

Nina takes my hand and walks with me back to the estate that Alexia once owned. It is now nobody's but ours. We lock the gate behind us and survey our home.

"You know," I admit, "I miss my own world, but a life here really won't be that bad."

"I'll make you happy." Nina urges with a chipper smile, hugging me in an inhumanly powerful embrace.

"No more sex for a while." I tell her. "I've had enough for a long time."

"That's what you think." Nina smirks.

I go pale for a moment, until Nina laughs in her happy, upbeat tone.

"I'm kidding, love." she assures. "How about I run you a nice, warm bath so you can relax?"

"Do you just want to get me naked?" I ask.

"Probably." she giggles, pinching my backside. "But I promise I won't try anything without your permission."

"Thanks, Nina." I say, kissing her lips softly. "You're not a monster like the others I've met around here."

Nina returns the kiss passionately before steering me to the lavish bathroom, where a massive tub stands ready. Nina activates a gargoyle-shaped faucet and let's hot water fill the massive tub. I disrobe and clamber in, gleefully sinking beneath the water.

"Nina," I say at last, "this tub is big enough for two, you know."

"Are you sure?" she asks. "I'm afraid I might get too excited and... try things."

"You know what?" I smile as I pull her gently into the tub. "I think that'll be okay."

"Are you sure?!"

"Now that I get a say in the matter," I gently whisper as I move close against Nina's soft body, "I say yes..."