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“I am not interested in your human justice,” he says. “Stop fighting me, or I will have to hurt you, and I do not want to.”
I hit him with the baton again, of course. I’m not going to stop fighting for my life because the creature abducting me asks me to make it easier for him.
Retaliation comes swiftly. One of his big hands leaves my body and returns quickly in a harsh slap. He just fucking spanked me. Hard. His hand stays on my ass, using the grip to keep me aloft as his wings beat harder and he puts on a spurt of speed. I’d like to say that is the end of it for the thrashing, but it is not. Every time I so much as move, one of his big hands slaps my ass hard enough to make me yowl. I get the impression that he is easily strong enough to hold me with just one of his hands, so the other three are free to hold, and grip, and roam, and punish.
He snugs me tight against his body, and again I feel that thick and insanely long thing beneath his pants, pressing against my belly.
There comes a moment, when you are so far out of your normal every day reality that you forget how to act at all. I see it a lot in people who have been the victims of crime or unfortunate circumstances. They go an odd sort of blank and start reacting on instinct rather than on common sense, or their every day routines. That is happening to me now. I am being spanked in the skies above Brooklyn, my ass thrashed first by one hand, then another, big palms whipping over my sport leggings that provide fuck all in the way of protection. It hurt from the very first slap, but now it is starting to absolutely ache, and sting at the same time.
I hear myself start to whimper. I barely recognize the sound at first. I am not a whimpering, moaning, begging sort of girl. I am tough as fucking nails, and when ex-boyfriends, yeah, more than one of them, tried to spank me in bed, I’d just laugh at them.
I am not laughing now. I am trapped against the hard body of a monster and that monster is punishing me for failing to submit to my abduction.
“OW!” I hear myself gasp. “Ow, okay, fuck!”
Those big, deep red eyes look down at me. “Learning your lesson?”
“The fuck I am!”
That’s an instinctive New York response. I can’t help it. But it does not help the situation at all. The monster grips me even more firmly, one arm around my back to stop me from falling, another hand clamped on the back of my neck to control my head, and the other two absolutely whipping my ass with a flurry of harsh slaps that make my flesh sting and squirm so much I feel my crotch rubbing back and forth against the hard rod of what has to fucking be his monster cock.
Then it gets worse. Then those two free hands start to peel my leggings down over my ass. I wasn’t wearing underwear. Have to take a trip to the laundromat and haven’t gotten around to it. So when he peels my leggings down over my hot, sore ass, he finds nothing but bare skin to spank. He does so, at least a dozen times, until I am whimpering, and hot tears are gathering at the corners of my eyes.
He’s hurting me. Punishing me. He’s treating me like a very bad girl who deserves to be spanked long and hard. I find myself writhing in his grasp, not holding onto him but trusting him to keep me where he wants me as those slaps rain down on my poor ass, making the skin feel tighter and nearly volcanic in heated intensity.
Just when I think I cannot take another spank, his hands grip my ass and spread my cheeks. I feel his finger swipe down low between them. He’s touching methere. My lower lips are greased with what I have to shamefully admit is desire.
I hear a chuckle, and then his mouth opens. What extends from the interior of that oral cavity is like nothing I have ever seen or imagined before. He does not have a human tongue. Instead he has something much, much longer that unrolls out of his mouth like a party blower, but one with no perceivable end.
I squirm, horrified, but it does nothing. He has me where he wants me in the moonlit sky. I have entered his realm and now he has taken me for his own.
His tongue snakes down between us, the curled tip of it finding my clit with unerring accuracy. I let out a moan as he starts to pleasure me in the midst of my crying pain, that fuzzy, strong, monstrous tongue toying with me with all the prehensile skill of an elephant’s trunk. He is feeding on the nectar of my sex.
I feel my wetness being spread around my lower lips and clit. I feel the slight tickle and then firm touch of his tongue as the furred surfaces wrap around my clit and squeeze.
“FUCK!” I curse suddenly, bucking against him. The arousal coursing through me is making it impossible for me to stay in a state of complete fear and rebellion. Instead, I find myself wanting to give into him, wanting more of this release.
He spanks me again. Harder than before, but somehow it hurts less. It makes me release more juices, though, makes me wetter, gives him more to curl that strange tongue into. He is making rough, dark, guttural sounds of enjoyment as I become his sustenance.
I am being pleasured and fed upon by a ravaging monster creature. This may be the last sexual experience I have before my death. I suppose that’s technically true of all sexual experiences, but it makes this one in particular feel very intense, as if I feel every nerve ending in my body individually. His lust matches mine. It has been a long time since I let any man fumble his way around my body. The moth handles me differently.
He’s pleasuring me into submission. That’s what he’s doing. He’s stopped my struggles by overwriting my processes. I should feel cheap, or terrified, or maybe outright sick, but the way I feel as he holds me and works that talented, slick, furred tongue around my lower lips and folds is enough to make me nearly come then and there.
But the moth is not done with me, and he clearly does not intend to stop with tasting and teasing alone. No. I feel the cool air around us gusting against my heated ass and nethers as his big hands hold me open, putting my most intimate parts on lewd display.
It takes me a long moment to realize that he has unleashed his cock with his spare hands. I feel the head of it probing my soaking wet pussy, soft tendrils playing over my lips for a moment before the hard, intense thickness of his rod surges forward just as all four hands pull me down and I am filled several inches deep, as far as his monster cock will go. I breathe in a gasp, my mouth open in a silent scream.
“More,” he growls, pushing deeper still. I did not know there were greater depths, but he finds the final measure of me, still with several inches of his rod remaining outside.
“Fuck!” I curse, finally giving voice to the intensity of his penetration. “Oh my fuck… what are you doing… my god… my…”
I don’t know what I’m saying. It’s nonsense, a blend of appealing to deities and cursing all creation out at the same time.
He’s fucking me now. His four arms hold me in place as his hips pump up against me, thrusting his cock as deep inside me as I can possibly take it. I look helplessly up into his face and reach out to grasp his neck as I am sternly fucked by this absolute abomination of nature.
This isn’t an act of lovemaking. It’s an act of domination, and possibly punishment. He warned me to do as he said, and when I failed to obey first he deployed a hand-thrashing and now he is having me endure the sensation of my very bare and unprotected human pussy wrapped around the hard surging of his monster cock.
Flying above the city I swore to serve, I become a fuck-doll for a monster of incredible strength and absolutely zero morality. My life is in his hands, and my sex is wrapped around his surging dick. I give into the sensation, because it is so intense there is nothing else I can do. The wind whips through my hair and the stars twinkle down at me as I writhe and grind, making a spectacle of myself as I am dragged back and forth along the impossibly large length and girth of his maleness until a soul-shaking orgasm ignites at the very core of me, and I start to come on him, my pussy spasming around his cock with a death grip that not only announces my climax, but demands his seed.
