Every month it was this way. Every month when the moon was full, her captor opened her cage, letting her flee through the woods and fields toward civilization, safety. Then, hideously transformed, he would hunt her, chase her, bring her down and have his way with her. Despite all of her increasingly desperate energies, she never made it more than a mile or so from his home. What was the point of running in the first place?
Because she was powerless not to. In his transformed state he was so large and rough, so brutish and demanding - and so superhumanly endowed - that he frankly terrified her. Under the gibbering moon she crashed through bushes and weeds, hardly feeling the delicious stinging swipes of branches and brambles as they lashed her pale, naked, dew-damp freckled pink skin.
Her unnaturally huge ripe breasts, cumbersome at the best of times, bounced and flopped crazily, flying every which way in front of her as she ducked and dodged and ran across the benighted countryside. Their considerable weight threw her constantly off balance, disrupting her stride, and time after time she stumbled. Over her own frantic panting, her uncontrollable whimpers of fear, she could hear the urgent grunting, and the relentless thudding steps of the terrifying beast in pursuit.
Oh, how her husband/captor scared her on these dreaded nights! And her own extreme response to the inevitable and approaching consummation scared her even more. That mindless, primitive rutting fever that lately seemed to take her over during the course of her savagely brutal rape…Only a madwoman could find it within herself to respond with galvanic ecstasy to such a painful, demeaning, absolutely horrifying experience. And after over five years of captivity out here, five years of being the wife, pet, slave, plaything and monthly sexual prey of this terrible ancient man-beast-god-thing, the nearly broken young woman fleeing through the wilderness found the prospect of losing her sanity more terrifying than everything else combined. Losing her mind would lead inexorably to the ultimate submission of her own private will, the loss of her individual integrity and her last scant hope of eventual escape. She would then belong body and soul, wholly and forever, to the monstrous creature even now closing in on her.
The twenty-three year-old human female formerly known as Lisa Marie Marks (how she clung to her identity!) struggled on. Top-heavy with her freakishly large boobs (surely these had attracted the incubus in the first place) and her big frizzy mane of long-uncut or tended fire-red hair, wincing at the sticks and stones that cut into her tender soles, she somehow made it into a forest of large, ancient trees. For several minutes she crashed blindly through the darkness, dodging trunks and cringing at the sound of her eternal Master gaining on her, until at last she emerged once again into brilliant moonlight.
A small glade opened up, the bright eldritch argent illuminating a region of bent, broken, storm-fallen trees. Panting for breath, mewling mindlessly with the extremity of her terror, Lisa scrambled among the stumps, until at last a terrifying roar of triumph rent the night just behind her. Unable to help herself, she looked back over her shoulder, hitched in her breath, and released all of her unbearable turmoil in a full-throated scream.
There he was: a bare step or two back, in his fully altered state. Over eight feet high, his big brutish head was crowned by its own mane of long, flowing, wildly unkempt hair. His locks were darkest brown compared to her own fiery red, yet even redder blazed the deep-set eyes that were fixed greedily upon her. The slightly snouted, bestial face was both monstrously ugly and yet somehow strangely, grossly compelling. Stiff whiskers bristled; thick lips wrinkled back and pointed teeth gleamed, and worst of all a long pink tongue hung out in slavering anticipation. Big, hulking shoulders topped a barrel chest, and the huge arms that reached for her ended in wickedly clawed fingers an inch in diameter. A short, wiry brown pelt covered the entire big torso, as well as the bunching, powerfully muscled ass and legs. Yet none of these terrifying changes in her normally human-seeming husband spurred on her spiraling terror like the sight of that enormous, throbbing, monstrous erection preceding them.
This biological weapon was pulsing hard and wickedly curved, jutting up well above the belly in its animal eagerness. The big red head-bulb at the tip was much longer, larger, and yet more pointed than that of a human male, tapering gracefully at the very end to ease insertion. A huge, tip-pitted arrowhead of urgent flesh, this fist-sized strawberry topped a bone-hard, sixteen-inch shaft that quickly swelled to a downright dangerous diameter. At the furry base it must have been three inches thick. Poor Lisa knew from painful experience that she would soon be taking the entire thing, repeatedly, in one or all three of her greedy orifices, and she quailed. Despite herself, despite the sure knowledge that her fear and struggles would only further inflame the beast's rapacious lust (and her own), she screamed and screamed and screamed helplessly at the sight of that incredible organ approaching. Distracted thus, she stumbled yet again, just as he reached for her. She fell on her big tits, her belly and the side of her china-white face. Sobbing then she tried to crawl, but his strong clawed hands immediately seized her by each ankle, and without effort he picked her right up in the air.
She hung upside-down in his grip, hands unable to reach the ground, her face only inches from that formidable crotch. The balls were the size of grapefruits, bursting with the month's usual copious store of seed, and the big curved god-cock bobbed with the pulse of the hot rich blood driving into it. Screaming again Lisa swung back and forth, knowing what was coming as the huge hands spread her legs wide and lifted her up toward that slavering mouth. Then the beast stuck its snout deep into her crotch, taking great snuffling sniffs of her fertile womanhood. The long, coarse tongue began to lick then, lapping her spread-open crotch and clit, and her frenzied but futile struggles escalated. Still, she was powerless to control the way her glands responded, and deep in her churning groin the juices began to flow. The lapping escalated then, along with slobbery sounds of animal gluttony and delight, and the hot blood burned in Lisa's inverted face.
Shame made her flush more than gravity, as she wriggled upside-down in that implacable grip and tried to deny the approach of an unconscionable orgasm. Unfortunately, neither her lover's frenzied attentions or her own animal response to it could be denied, and her sobbing screams took on a piercing note of tormented, reluctant ecstasy, as her crotch convulsed and spat out thick ejaculate for that incredible tongue to lap up. Still the beast fed, licking right up inside her, drawing forth and drinking her vaginal discharge until she was thoroughly slathered and soaked, her genitals red and inflamed and gaping with hot wet need. Then, without warning, he suddenly grabbed her by the hair, swinging her up and dropping her facedown atop the tilted length of an old fallen tree trunk at least two feet through.
The rough bark scratched her belly and breasts. Her oversize mams squashed down beneath her weight, the stiffening nipples sprouting more dimples and ducts with every second. Both her scrabbling arms and the insides of her thighs at last found purchase, clutching the curved bole of the tree convulsively. Conflicted on almost every level of her being, Lisa clutched the trunk like a lover and squirmed her body against it, unable to bear the suspense as her Master straddled the tilted tree and possessively gripped her flaring hips. Then he aligned himself and took her, and all those rational inhibitions fled.
That enormous organ raped her, its narrow pointed tip easing entry just enough to make the shocking size of the head and shaft that much more effective. Bone-hard and yet pulsing with life, it filled and stretched her already widely dilated womanhood almost beyond her ability to bear. The pain of its entry was tearing, tremendous, but so was the pleasure, as it pushed its way deeper and deeper, right up inside her body to the very womb. And then the hands found her shoulders, the rapist found his balance, and the hard pounding rhythm began, so relentless and unstoppable, hammering agony and ecstasy into her pinned and struggling form in equal incredible measure. Clutching the trunk, screaming and sobbing with hysterical intensity, Lisa experienced unbelievable depths of sexual subjugation coupled with simultaneous transcendent orgasmic release. Unable to reconcile the two or help herself, she came and came and came again, her orgasms as powerful and numberless as the vicious penile thrusts that constantly provoked them. At last, after perhaps an hour of this physical excess, she became dimly aware that she was being rolled over, that now her back was scratched by bark, her legs flung wide to either side and her massive breasts jiggling ripely, loosely, beautifully on her naked chest.
Above her, the big full moon leered evilly down, shining in her eyes. Then it was eclipsed by that hulking form, and that grotesque, bestial, savage-looking face. Her giant rapist's huge clawed hands were pawing at her front: squeezing, crushing, pulling at, wonderfully roughing up her tender, hugely swollen teats. Then he entered her again, and again she was lost to herself, her rational thinking ego evicted by some depraved primitive being that thought only to fuck, fuck, fuck; fuck, fuck and then fuck some more, until no more fucking could be done. That huge hard cock relentlessly obliged, stabbing her, battering her, splitting her along some crucial internal fault line until all of her once rock-solid self-conceptions crumbled into pieces and fell away. Mindlessly reacting to her lover's rutting heat, she began to fuck him back for the very first time.
Burying her fingers in shaggy pelt, clutching hard with her legs and cunt and bucking furiously with her back and hips, she gave that cock as good as she got, all the while coming and coming and coming her ecstasy-blanked brains out. Scaling peak after orgasmic peak, she pushed the intensity of their manic coupling with everything she possibly could, until at last her Master's snarling, plunging rhythm reached a superhuman pace. Then he began to howl, drool, and fuck her so hard and fast that she could only cling to him and gasp, knowing that this penultimate assault would necessarily be as short-lived as it was violent and overwhelming. Responding to this sense of immanence, an ultimate, apocalyptic nuclear explosion of an orgasm began to ripple through her. She howled and shrieked like a beast herself. Then right into the center of this self-contained supernova that incredible, monstrous, jack-hamming bludgeon began to spurt.
Her rapist lover flooded her with scalding seed, almost as hot and potent as her own climactic contractions. Her abused vaginal muscles clutched him, relishing every spastic shudder as he ejaculated, until at last he wrenched his hard length out of her. Still panting and snarling with animal release, still spurting out thick streams and gobbets of his copious seed, he reared back and roared up at the moon, simultaneously thrusting his hips out forward. Hot splats of demon semen struck his soon-to-be pregnant female, soaking her belly and breasts, shooting into her face, thoroughly defiling her. Undaunted, indeed exalted by this perverse baptism, the mad human writhing beneath him grabbed for that huge rod with both eager arms as it jutted up and out over her. Pumping and squeezing it urgently, desperate to get every last spunky drop, she gripped and kissed and licked it, rubbing its vein-ridged, rock-hard length between her head-sized breasts and all over her ripe young body. Yet even when it at last stopped working and spurting, when not even the most dedicated sucking could coax another pearl of white from the gracefully tapered tip, that monstrous organ remained fully erect, as urgent in its inhuman tumescence as ever.
The female wasn't surprised. It had been a whole month, after all, and such prodigious balls needed more than one such draining. She knew by now that her immortal lover intended to take her again and again, all night long until the moon went down, before finally dragging her back home to her cage, deep in his well-hidden caves. Undaunted by this prospect, wholly consumed now with demented lust, she laughed greedily up at her terrifying Master, challenging him. Somehow she rolled and twisted and squirmed back around until she was once again face down on the log, dangling breasts deliciously pressed. Then, making eager little yelps and whines of wholly animal arousal, she arched her back and offered up her even tighter hole.