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Man or Beast - 1 (FM, beast)
by Diana Svensson (diana_svensson@yahoo.com) 
Date: September 1999 



Disclaimer: This story contains graphic descriptions of sex and
violence (not in combination). If it is illegal for you (due to your
age or location) to read about such things, you really should stop
reading right now. Also, if you don't want to read about such things .
. . DON'T!

Copyright: You may do as you please with this story. Although I would
appreciate it if you left the story intact (including the notes and my
e-mail) I'm not going to sue you if you don't. 

Thanks: I would like to aim a big thank you at BillyG, for all his help.

Note: My first story of any length worth mentioning, with any plot
worth mentioning and any characters worth mentioning. It really needs
more work (proofreading and a lot of tweaking & tinkering) but I'm too
fed up with it now. So, here it comes. I had to divide it in two
parts. The first part is pretty boring. Any comments, good or bad,
especially constructive critique, are extremely welcome. E-mail me at
diana_svensson@yahoo.com (English = second language. If I seem stupid
I'll use that as my excuse. :)


Man or Beast, part 1 of 2    (By: Diana (diana_svensson@yahoo.com))


   Emily Sanders was happy. In fact, she was very happy. Her vacation
was turning out perfectly, by far surpassing her wildest expectations.
At first she had been reluctant about going out into the middle of
nowhere, alone, but now she thanked herself for being brave.

   Normally she was far from the adventurous type. When a friend of
her father's offered to loan her his cabin, her first response was,
"No way!" He told her to think about it - and she did. It was her
pride that finally made her accept.

   She mentioned the offer to some colleagues at work. Her friend
Sally agreed with her that it really wasn't such a good idea for a
city girl to go out into the wild on her own: 

   "You wouldn't wanna get eaten up by some hungry ol' bear, would ya,
Em?"

   Emily didn't want to get eaten up by anything. Still, she grew more
and more excited with the idea of seeing the forest and the mountains
up close, for real.

   In the end it was Dennis Larson who tipped the scales in favor of
going through with it. He came up to Emily in the coffee room and
stated, with a superior smile on his lips, that no woman, even if she
had the guts to try it, should be allowed to venture into the
wilderness on her own - she would just get lost or hurt herself.

   Emily had always had a streak of defiant pride in her, and she
really couldn't stand Dennis' attitude towards women. He was a
condescending, chauvinistic bastard. This time - Emily decided - she
was going to prove to him that women could be both brave and able to
take care of themselves. The next day she declared to Sally - making
sure that Dennis Larson heard her every word - that she was going to
accept the offer and spend her vacation out in the wild.

   Emily reveled in the surprised look on Dennis' face. "This is
almost as good as giving him the great big kick in the balls he
deserves," she thought to herself and smiled broadly.

   Later that same day, Dennis entered her little cubicle with a
feigned look of worry on his face. 

   "Emily, a young lady such as yourself shouldn't be going on such a
trip all alone," he exclaimed. 

   "I see," Emily replied, knowing what was coming - Dennis had tried
hitting on her before - always with the same charm. 

   She vividly remembered the day she saw Dennis have an argument with
a lady friend on the company grounds, right outside an open window she
was near. 

   She saw Dennis try to hand the woman a dozen roses and receive a
slap and a view of her backside as she walked away from him in return.
In apparent anger he tossed the roses in a garbage can and started off
towards the office building. Then he stopped, turned around and
retrieved the flowers from the garbage can. 

   A few minutes later, back in Emily's cubicle, Dennis entered with a
big smile on his face, wielding a dozen roses, and told her that he
was taking her to dinner. She declined, of course, and she heard
Dennis mutter about "Ungrateful bitches," under his breath. 

   "Are you sure you really want to do this?" Dennis' question
returned her focus to the present. 

   "Yes, Dennis, I'm sure."

   "Well then . . . I had made plans for my own vacation, but I shall
change them and come with you instead, just to make sure you get
through this vacation alive." 

   Emily had expected some sort of come on, but this was over the top.
He was acting as if it would be very generous of him, and with her
safety in mind. Emily suddenly felt like a pressure boiler. She stared
angrily at him.

   "Yeah, right! You would like that, wouldn't you?" she almost shouted.

   "Wha . . . I'm only offering to look after you," Dennis replied,
trying to look hurt through the evident surprise on his face.

   "Sure, whatever. The answer is no," Emily said, her voice calmer
now, and turned back to her work, ignoring the man behind her back.

   Dennis stood there for a few seconds, trying to think of something
to say, then gave up and angrily stomped out of her cubicle, mumbling
something about "Women . . ."

   Emily smiled, surprised and delighted with her own boldness and the
way she had handled Dennis. She usually didn't have it in her to be so
assertive towards men. She wouldn't go so far as to say they
intimidated her; she was just a bit uncertain about how to handle
their attention. 

   Emily seemed to get more of that attention than she really wanted.
She knew she wasn't a bad looking woman, but she didn't think of
herself as extraordinarily pretty, and she most certainly did not
flaunt her looks. Her clothes were always conservative, she kept her
long, dark brown hair in a tidy bun and she wore very little makeup.
She thought her body was nothing special. She was slender, almost
skinny, and had a sort of frail look about her. Her hips were a little
bony. Her breasts were firm and shapely but quite small. All in all,
no centerfold material. 

   Still, men would sometimes turn their heads as she walked by. Emily
couldn't figure out why. She didn't understand men. Sometimes they
could be sweet, kind, charming and just wonderful. Sometimes they were
quite the opposite - self-centered, uncaring, tactless brutes, only
after one thing. Emily had come to think that the good side was often
just a clever disguise a shrewd man would use to get that one thing
from a woman. She hoped that theory would be proven wrong.

    Emily had nothing against sex; she just wanted something more from
a man. Actually she liked sex, and she masturbated quite frequently,
taking great joy in the wonders of sexual climax. Sex with men had
never been that great for her, though. 

   When she was 14 she got really drunk for the first time - and lost
her virginity. She didn't remember much of the act itself besides the
sudden pain and - moments later - the guy collapsing on top of her,
already half-asleep. What she did remember was the shame she felt
afterwards. The worst part was that she didn't even remember who the
guy was, and that made her feel like a slut.

   But she had gotten over that first episode. She knew she was not to
blame, that she was no slut, and that she wasn't the only woman to
have a less than perfect first time. Sadly, her subsequent sexual
encounters hadn't proven much better. Many times it had felt just like
a repeat performance of that first time. The pain wasn't there, but
neither was the satisfaction she craved. Most men simply didn't posses
the skill or the capacity to push her to the heights of ecstasy. She
was 28, and the best lover she had ever had was still her own hand.

   The shortcomings of her sex life were the last thing on her mind
now, though. It was the beginning of her third day in what she had
come to think of as heaven on earth, and she felt better than she ever
had before. 

   The cabin was simply adorable. It certainly wasn't big, and not
overly luxurious, but its cute little windows, its open fireplace and
the comfortable old furniture made her feel perfectly at home. It
looked nice both from the in- and outside. It was the location that
made it perfect, though.

   Emily was a city girl. Up until two days ago her impression of
nature had been limited to parks, beaches, and the occasional, distant
glimpse of the real thing - besides pictures and film, of course. Now
she could hardly believe what she'd been missing. The scenery outside
the cabin was . . . breathtaking. She could not remember ever seeing
anything as beautiful.

   The sun shone from a clear, blue - really blue, not smoggy gray -
sky, creating patterns of light and shadow on the ground below the
crowns of the huge, magnificent trees. Everything seemed to go in a
wonderfully warm hue of green and brown, even the moss-covered rocks.
And in the distance were the mountains . . .

   The mountains had made a profound impact on her. When she first
laid eyes on them she had been awestruck. Looking at, and thinking
about, them almost brought tears to her eyes. They seemed so close in
some way, like she would be able to reach the foot of the nearest one
if she walked towards them for an hour or two, but she realized it
would probably take days in reality.

   It wasn't only the things she saw that amazed her though. There
were smells, too. The smell of fresh, unpolluted air, and the scent of
warm forest. And sounds. The whisper of the gentle breeze through the
trees, the soft murmur of the little brook she had stumbled upon, not
far from the cabin. Oh, and the feeling of the soft ground under her
newly bought hiking boots. She was mesmerized by all of this -
spellbound.

   Emily had spent most of the first day sitting on the wooden bench
in front of the house, just watching, listening, smelling and feeling.
There was a feeling of serenity she had never experienced before, and
it soothed her, effectively dispatching of her anxiety about being
alone, far away from civilization.

   She had taken a short course on meditation technique once, but
never quite gotten the hang of it. She didn't seem able to really
relax and let her mind go. Now she didn't even have to try. She could
close the floodgates of her brain on that boiling torrent of thoughts,
leaving the riverbed of her mind empty and exposed to the sensations
of shining sun, fragrant forest and whispering wind, just as easy as
shutting her eyes. 

   After her first day of revelation she had gone to bed with a big,
silly grin on her face and slept more soundly than she could remember
ever having slept before. She woke up feeling like a new person.

   She felt totally refreshed and eager to greet the new day, not at
all tired like she usually felt in the mornings. She enjoyed the cool
feeling under her feet as she put them down on the floor. She
stretched like a kitten, then set out for the little kitchen. After
getting bread, butter, cheese and some other groceries she sat down at
the table to have breakfast.

   Emily surprised herself by spreading a thick layer of jam on her
first sandwich. She usually took care to prepare and eat meals suiting
for a proper and mature woman - that meant not putting a ton of jam on
your sandwich, like some little kid. Today she didn't care. After
hungrily eyeing her jam with sandwich for a couple of seconds she
stuffed it in her mouth and chewed. It was wonderfully sweet. Once the
whole thing was gone she gingerly licked her lips and the jam that had
stuck to the corners of her mouth.

   After finishing her breakfast Emily decided she was going out to
explore the surroundings, but first she was going to take a shower.
She went into the little bathroom, let her robe slip off of her petite
body, reached into the shower stall and turned the faucet. There was a
loud *KLONK* and nothing more. No water. "Damnit, I knew this was too
good to be true," Emily sneered. Then she smiled - she had an idea. 

   About a hundred meters from the cabin was a pond - she had seen it
the day before. Emily slipped her robe back on, stuffed her feet in
her boots, went outside and trotted off towards it.

   As she reached the pond she hesitated for a moment. The water was
perfectly still, the surface like a black mirror. There was a thin,
milky mist drifting just over the dark water. It was beautiful, but
there was something about it that made her feel ill at ease. She
wondered if anything could live in a pond like this one. Fish perhaps?
Or . . . Emily frowned at herself. "There are no such things as
monsters," she thought and smiled at her own silliness. Still, she
couldn't blame herself; there was something mysteriously dark and
foreboding about this place. It felt like it would be a crime to break
the perfect stillness of the surface.

   Emily shrugged. Again she let the robe slip from her shoulders,
leaving her naked except for her untied boots. She had never gone
skinny dipping before, and a couple of days ago she wouldn't even have
given the idea a second thought. Now she felt a little excited about
it. She stepped out of her boots, tiptoed over to the edge of the pond
and dipped a foot into the water. The temperature didn't seem too bad.

   Emily took a deep breath and jumped right in, causing a big splash.
The water hadn't felt so cold when she dipped her toes in it, but now
it felt freezing. She surfaced and gasped, just barely stifling a
shriek. Then she thought, "What the hell, I'm all alone out here,
none's gonna hear me," and yelled at the top of her lungs. When her
scream died out she had a little giggling fit, which was unusual for
her. She swam around for a couple of minutes, getting used to the cold.

   After a little while it wasn't at all unpleasant. She started to
enjoy the water's cool caress against her nude body. The pond was
quite deep, so she had to tread water to keep her head above the
surface. Soon she realized that the combination of the chilly water,
the rhythmic flexing of her legs and the thought of being buck naked
out in the open was getting to her. She was getting horny.

   Mental images started popping up in her brain . . .

   Emily felt something grab her wrist and started pulling her down.
It was the monster from the black lagoon! She screamed. Just as she
was about to be pulled down into the depths, a brave and handsome hero
appeared in the water. He dove down with his knife, killing the
monster and saving her from certain death. When he reappeared, asking
if she was okay, she threw herself in his arms, kissing him. Together
they swam for the shore, ending up on a sunny beach. They kissed again
. . .

   From that point Emily's fantasy evolved into some very steamy sex
on the beach.

  Emily put her hand on her breast. Her nipple was rock hard, probably
more due to the cold water than her hot feelings. She pinched it
lightly and grinned at the delicious jolt that shot through her body,
down towards her lower regions. 

   After massaging her breast for a while she let her hand slip across
her body, down between her legs. She cupped her sex in her hand,
squeezed gently and began to rub herself. It felt nice, but it didn't
take long for her to realize that it was going to be quite a challenge
getting off like this. Masturbating while treading water was awkward
to say the least, and the cold was starting to make her numb and
insensitive. But she kept at it. After several long minutes she could
feel her body starting to react in earnest to her ministrations. She
shuddered and began rubbing faster. She let out a moan, which sounded
louder than she had intended, but that didn't matter.

   Suddenly she yanked her hand from her crotch and froze. She was
being watched, she was certain of it. She looked around nervously.
There was a rustle from the tree line and she panicked. She threw
herself towards the edge of the pond, heaved herself up and started
running towards the house, nude and barefoot. 

   Once inside she slammed the door shut behind her and started
laughing. That pond sure had her acting like a little girl. She was
lucky she hadn't stepped on something sharp. She paced around for half
a minute, then got dressed. Looking out through the windows she
couldn't see anything suspicious. She tried putting the incident off
as the result of an active imagination, but it wasn't that easy.
Finally she decided she had to stop acting like a silly schoolgirl and
go get her robe and boots. She did, and as far as she could tell there
wasn't a soul around.

   She spent most of the second day walking around in the forest
nearby the cabin. She felt a bit like a little kid in a really big
candy store. The majestic trees fascinated her. She would walk up to
them, feeling the texture of their bark and inhaling their scent. She
had no idea what the different types of trees were called, and she
wished she had brought a botany book with her.

   When she returned home it was way past dinnertime, and she was
starving. After she had her dinner - canned goulash - she went to bed
and slept soundly until the next morning.

   And now it was the third day. Today she was going for a really long
walk. She had prepared herself by eating a steady breakfast and
packing a bunch of sandwiches and a thermos with coffee in her backpack.

   She set out towards the mountains. She knew she wouldn't reach
them, but she had to pick a direction.

   It was an absolutely beautiful day. The sun was shining and there
was a light breeze. She was so happy and excited she bounced a little
with every step she took. If she'd been any good at whistling she
would probably have struck up a tune. 

   She found a narrow and fairly straight trail to follow, and walked
on for almost two hours. She came to a large clearing where the trees
gave way to a lovely pasture with grass and flowers. She was in fairly
good shape and didn't feel tired yet but she decided on taking a break
anyway. After finding a nice rock to sit on in the middle of the
pasture she took out her thermos and a fried egg sandwich. 

   The coffee and sandwich seemed to taste better than usual, probably
because her good mood and the long walk. When she was done eating she
replaced the thermos in her backpack and started walking again. There
were several trails leading away from the pasture, and she picked a
broad and well-trodden one.

   She walked and walked, never growing tired of the scenery around
her, even though it all looked much the same. She passed a few forks
in the trail, but didn't take much notice of them. She didn't stop
walking again until she felt herself starting to get really hungry.
There was no green pasture in sight this time, so she simply sat down
next to the trail and unpacked her food. She ate all that was left and
decided it was time to start heading back for home.

   Emily started walking in the direction she'd just come from. She
didn't get far. Ahead of her the trail split and went off in two
different directions. She couldn't tell which one she'd been on just
minutes earlier. "Uh-oh," a nervous little voice in her mind went. Now
what? She walked slowly on the leftmost path for a couple of meters,
intently studying the scenery on both sides. It looked familiar. 

   She brushed away her nervousness and started walking along the
trail. She walked for several minutes, growing more and more anxious
as she didn't see anything that she recognized clearly. After about
ten minutes she decided she must have picked the wrong way. She
stopped, pondering whether she should turn back and try the other way.
She looked into the forest to her right and was relieved to discover
that she could actually see the other branch of the trail from where
she was standing. She took off towards it through the thick vegetation
figuring the shortcut would save her at least twenty minutes.

   Reaching the trail she started walking towards home. Pretty soon
she got to a sharp turn which she was sure she hadn't passed in the
other direction. She was starting to get really nervous by now. Coming
to the conclusion that the leftmost fork must have been the right one
after all, she turned to her left and again headed into the forest.
Ten minutes of desperate searching for the other path and she knew she
had made a big mistake. She was lost. She didn't even have a trail to
follow. All the happy feelings she had felt an hour ago where all
gone, replaced by fear.

   Emily had no idea what to do; she just felt like crying. The
closest thing to a plan she could come up with was trying to walk in a
straight line away from the mountains. She did, or at least she tried
to. When she was just about to give up her hope of ever finding her
way back, she heard a familiar sound. It was the murmur of a brook.
She remembered seeing one the day before, it wasn't at all far from
the cabin. Immediately hope returned to her and she started walking
towards the sound.

   She couldn't find it. Whichever direction she walked the sound
seemed to grow weaker and weaker. After a while she was beginning to
think she was hallucinating. But she did find something else - a
trail. "Something at least," she thought and started walking along it.
She walked and walked . . .

   Desperation was starting to well up inside of Emily. She looked up
at the sky - it was getting darker. The sun was getting closer and
closer to the horizon. Her legs were aching, her feet were killing her
and she was getting hungry. This wasn't good at all. Why did she have
to be so stubborn? Much as she hated to admit it, Dennis prediction
had been right. Emily cursed herself and her pride.

   She walked on - there was nothing else she could do. The trail she
was walking on stopped abruptly and gave way to dense forest. She
turned around to start backtracking when all of a sudden a sound
caught her attention. It sounded much like a branch being broken. She
stopped and listened. There were more sounds, coming from behind her,
cracks a snaps and - was that heavy breathing? She turned in the
direction of the sounds and tried to see its source, but all she saw
was thick forest. 

   "Hello?" she called out in a low, broken voice. No response. "Is
anyone there?" she tried, louder. 

   The snapping and cracking sounds stopped, but that terrible
breathing noise was still there.  Emily was scared. What if it was
some big, dangerous animal? She started slowly backing away from the
sound. Then she heard some sort of snarl. Emily let out a little yelp,
turned around and ran for her life. She ran and ran, blindly, until
her breath felt like fire in her lungs. She stumbled, scraping her
elbows as she fell to the ground, gasping for air. She tried to get
up, but her legs were like jelly; they couldn't carry her weight.
Sobbing she crawled up against the trunk of a large tree and tried to
make herself small and unnoticeable.

   She lay still, breathing spasmodically, trying to listen. At first
there was nothing. She didn't dare move an inch; she just lay there.
Then she heard something. Steps. Emily couldn't help it, she began
crying loudly, thinking her last moment had come. She didn't want to
die like this.

   "Hello?" a voice called.

   A wave relief overcame Emily. She stood up on her jelly-legs and
ran towards the voice, tears streaming down her face. Fifty or so
meters down the trail stood a man in green camouflage pants and a red,
checkered shirt, with a gun over his shoulder.

   "Well, hello there miss, what . . ." he started to say, then Emily
was clinging to him, sobbing loudly.

   "Thank God, thank God, thank God! I thought you were . . . I'm
lost! Oh, thank you!" Emily let out a stream of words and a stream of
tears.

   "Woo, calm down, you're okay, take it easy," the hunter said,
patting Emily's shoulder, "What happened to you, miss?"

   "I . . . I got lost, and then . . . I heard some . . . these sounds
and, I started running . . ."

    "Well, it's alright now, would you just calm down a little?"

   "I'm s-sorry, I was so scared."

   "It's okay. What's your name lady?"

   "Emily Sanders."

   "It's nice to meet you Emily, I'm Jack. Now, what in God's name are
you doing out here all by yourself?"

   "I'm . . . I rent a cabin somewhere around here, I was just out on
a walk, then I got lost."

   "All alone?"

   "Yes. Stupid, huh?"

   "Well, this is no place for a lady to be walking around all by her
lonesome," Jack said and started stroking Emily's back.

   Emily had almost stopped sobbing now, and was starting to feel
embarrassed about clinging on to this strange man. She let go of him
and tried to take a step back, but Jack kept his arms around her.

   "Thanks, I'm okay now," Emily said and again tried to take a step
back.

   "That's good, Emily," Jack answered and dropped his hands to her
bottom and squeezed.

   "Hey!" Emily exclaimed, put her hands on his chest and pushed
herself away from him, "what are you doing?"

   Jack looked to be about 45. He was big, at least 6 foot tall and
probably weighing over 200 lbs.

   Jack looked at her with a grin, showing his yellowish teeth, "Don't
you think I'm entitled to a little feel after saving you like that?"

   "Uh, no," Emily said and backed away another step from Jack.

   "Well, I think I am. In fact, I think I'm entitled to a lot more
than just a feel," he exclaimed, a hint of anger in his voice now. He
took a quick step forward and bridged the distance Emily had just
built up between them.

   Emily tried to turn around, but Jack caught her in his arms. She
struggled to get lose, to no avail, as he was far too strong for her.
Her behind was mashed against his pelvis and she could feel the bulge
of his penis pressing against her butt. "Nooo!" she whimpered as his
hands found, and roughly kneaded, her breasts.

   With a scream she stomped down on his foot and tore free from him.
Knowing she couldn't outrun him, because of her stale legs, she turned
around to face him just as he came storming at her. "Nooo!" she
shrieked loudly this time, and kicked him hard, right in the groin.

   Jack toppled over. Emily turned around. She staggered away from
him, crying again. Her legs would barely carry her. And what if she
could run away from him? She could never find her way back to the
cabin without his help. She wondered why she hadn't just let him have
his way with her. Now he was going to be furious, perhaps he would
kill her. It was that bloody pride of hers; it was going to cost her
her life.

   She could hear him cursing behind her, "Fucking whore. I'm gonna
kill you, you cunt!" Emily lost her footing. She fell to the ground,
again scraping her elbows. She lay still, crying hard. Maybe he
wouldn't hurt her if she gave herself to him? She didn't get a chance
to think about that plan of action.

   The air was pushed out of her lungs as a heavy kick landed on her
side. She was rolled over by the force of it. Jack was standing over
her, looking down at her with an expression of burning rage on his face.

   "I'm gonna kill you, bitch, but first I'm gonna fuUUU!" With a roar
something dark came flying through the air, hitting Jack and taking
him with it along its path towards the closest tree. Jack and the dark
shape collided with the trunk, making it shiver with the impact.

   Emily looked up. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Over by
the tree Jack was wrestling with a large, dark, furry creature, and it
didn't look like Jack was winning. The furry beast was snarling and
growling.

   "Aahhhhhhhhh!" Jack's scream of terror was abruptly cut as the
creature's head shot forward and back like a snake's. Again, and
again, and again the head darted forth and back.

   Emily was transfixed by the scene in front of her. She couldn't
pull her eyes away from the sight of the creature sinking its teeth
into Jack's face and body. Ropes of blood and tissue flew through the
air every time its head pulled back, staining the trunk of the tree in
crimson and making splashing noises as they landed on the ground.

   Emily felt the blood start to rush from her head. Her field of
vision was already narrowing as the creature stopped mutilating Jack's
dead body, stood up - on its hind legs, like a human being - and
turned towards her. She saw its bloodstained coat of fur, she saw its
large, bloodied teeth, and she saw its eyes - bright blue, human eyes.
"I know what this is," she thought, as she fell into darkness.



Continued in part two. 
