Bella and the Beast

Bella and the Beast

Part III

       The beast was quite close to her.  He was crouching, and his pin-point yellow eyes were about  even with her hips.  In the dark,  pressing herself back against the boulder, Bella felt that if she reached out, and down, she could touch the face of whatever this thing was.

       Not that she would.  The little girl was filled with terror and a stomach-churning revulsion, as she felt mortal fear for her life, and the latter because she correctly sensed that it was her female self that was the true nature of this thing’s interest in her.  Her understanding of sex was merely that of a very young schoolgirl--an eclectic mix of  academic anatomy, fairytale romance, and schoolyard trivia.

       But now she was alone, deep in woods where humans were not permitted entry, woods where “nature” was legislated to “run free.”  And something very strong, very free, very “natural,” and very, very male had chased her.

       The eyes edged closer, and Bella could discern the creature’s primate body at her feet.  She pushed herself back against the rock, and tried sliding her body to her right, but it moved to her right, also.

       Then she felt its hand touch her.

       On her body.

       Right at her crotch!

       Through the nylon of her nightdress!

       Oh, my nightie…my birthday present…my pretty pink nightie!

       Tears streamed down the girl’s smooth, pink cheeks.  She knew, whatever was going to happen, was going to happen.

       Now.

       He moved his hand about her, randomly tracing the lines of her crotch, exploring, through the light nylon, Bella’s smooth, hairless pussy.  She was so afraid—and the adrenalin generated by her terror supercharged the estrogen and other female hormones and further intensified the beast’s animal lust.  Bella cried, aloud now, and began shaking with dread and loathing, all the while the thing toyed with the skirt of her nightie and poked its hand and stubby fingers about her pristine girlhood.

“OHHHH!  Please!  Somebody, help, HELP!”  She called out into the empty dark. “Nooooo!  NO!  Not that, OHHHHhhhhhhh!” 

The pre-teen so craved  deliverance, and yet she was transfixed by the animal’s intimate probings.  Then she felt him pressing against the top of her thighs, and found herself opening her legs, and two crude hands were working their way up against her little-girl cunt, amidst a tangle of nylon folds. 

Then its face was pressing in, right against her little pussy!  She could feel the heat of his, or its, breath, right through the thin nylon.  It was breathing hard.  Actually, he was inhaling, deeply imbibing the rich, provocative aroma of her little-girl cunt.  She could feel the moist, hot breaths.  A foul scent arose from its mouth, littered as it was, with odd pieces of decayed garbage, small animals, and carrion, all  lodged in its ancient, powerful teeth and jaws.  The smell rose up from his face and assaulted her, as he pressed his fingers and face into Bella’s lap, deeply imbibing the aphrodisiacal fragrances of her unsullied girlhood.

       Bella pressed herself back on the rock, grabbing the nylon skirt in her fists, sobbing.  She rocked her head back and forth, and her hair, dampened with sweat, whipped back and forth across her face and shoulders.  Then, in blind panic, she pushed back against the humanoid and tried to squeeze herself to the side.  But just as instantly, the powerful grendel deflected her vain blow, and rose upright.  At about four feet, he was just a little shorter than his prey.  Standing, his primary length of penis—the outer sheath covered with hair—rose up, collecting loose folds of her nylon skirt atop it, and Bella felt—for the first time—the powerful masculine organ, all hard, hairy, and horny—pressing against smooth bald skin of her pubescent pussy!

       The thing was now standing right against her.  With its hands, it pushed the terrorized child hard, hard against the boulder, one hand on her tiny right tit, and the other had her left arm pushed backwards in an unnatural, painful twist.

       Bella looked right into its hideous face, close enough now that even in the dark that she could discern the subhuman features—the large, protruding jaw, the wide nostrils, fat cheeks, those piercing yellow eyes.  But it was something else that paralyzed the pre-teen girl, something further down, as she felt his crotch, and his long, thick, hairy thing moving pressing against the soft, smooth skin of her thighs, her belly, her cunt!

       It moved all around her intimate girl regions, nestling often in the line of her vagina, and, although a bit entangled in the drape of her nightdress, the thing would rub itself up and down, up and down, up and down.  It was then that she became aware of something new, something different, as the beast’s inner penis began to emerge:  long, slippery-wet like a tongue, with a large, bulbous head.

       Bella became dizzy, a bit faint, as the darkness of the woods intermingled with the darkness of semi-consciousness.  Crying, she uttered, a “No,  no…no…not this, oh, oh, oh--no..no.. ohmygodohmygodohmygod…NO!” And she slipped to her knees.  The creature propped her limp form up and against the rock, and the blow to her head shocked her back to semblance of consciousness.

       Bella was kind of sitting back, her ass on her shins and heels.  The humanoid was so enchanted with the silvery pink of her nightdress.  His nocturnal eyes could see it clearly.  The back was snagged a bit on the rock, and the rest of the skirt had puffed out about Bella’s young body. 

He crouched down and fondled the hem, which was adorned with a band of bright silvery satin.  Bella didn’t notice his distraction, because right in front of her face was the extension of his cock!  It emerged, a half-foot of length to its hairy encasement, and it reached out from his animal loins, proud and ready to perform its duty of mating.  It swung left and right, in front of Bella’s face.  As blood returned to her brain, she could see the thing,  in the dark,  right in front of her face, moving back and forth, occasionally striking her nose or chin, or brushing against her cheek, her temple.  A few times it got caught in her red hair.  It was wet and big and as thick and muscular as a sea eel.  As the beast’s yellow eyes bore down upon the somewhat collapsed schoolgirl, the massive penis  had a hypnotizing effect on her. 

       Involuntarily, Bella reached out and touched the  thing.  It was sticky, but she wrapped a small fist around it, not quite enclosing it within the confines of her tiny hand.  She took her left hand, too, and held it, steadying it, gripping it with a gentle firmness, involuntarily embracing--even caressing!—the monster appendage, the destined  instrument of her ruination.  She didn’t even know what she was doingb—was it some kind of hormone-induced psychosis?—but she did it anyway, nauseous with loathing while she slid her little manicured hands up and down the hard slimy pole.

       The creature remained motionless, couching before his enslaved mate, while she ministered pure animal pleasure to him.  He had successfully mated before, several times, some centuries ago, when there were more of his own specie to consort with.  But females of his kind were now so few and widely scattered over the planet, and mating with a female of this other specie was a new experience, one orchestrated by some very primeval  hormonal agenda.  The mixture of pubescent hormones and animal testosterone—not to mention a peculiar presence of pheromones—was readying him.

       Bella knew what she was doing—masturbating a dangerous primate—and was as repulsed as she was frightened, but she couldn’t help herself, as she continued to move her gentle little fingers up and down the blood-and-lust engorged penis.  The humanoid stood upright, leaning over the girl, and grabbed a shock of her hair and steadied the both of them.  The combined length the two penile sections was now about two feet, and from her sitting position, Bella could barely reach all of it, but she rose off her hips a bit, and her two palms found the large tip, thick and full and bulging to the sides.  Her dainty hands embraced and massaged the tip, and returned down the length, down, down to the hairy outer sheath, which she also stroked and massaged.  This part of his anatomy was especially repulsive to the grossed-out schoolgirl, but something compelling, unknowable, and very, very evil told her just what she had to do. 

       Bella’s dainty fingers massaged, stroked, and ministered to this animal, and she splayed her fingers, letting her neatly manicured fingernails work into and through the thick mat of pubic hair.  The top sections rested on Bella’s shoulder, and she cradled it against her neck.  Her long, red hair fell softly about the huge prick.

Down, down, down through its chaotic pubic hair, Bella located the seat of animal lust, its testicles.  They were each about the size of a softball, enclosed in a tight scrotum, as gnarly and hairy as the rest of its body. 

         Bella shut her eyes and shuddered with shock.  With her palms upright, Bella felt out the creature’s balls, lifting and massaging them.  She was completely conscious and aware of what was happening—that she was deep in a forest where she would not be found or rescued, that this thing, this monster, had complete power over her, and was going to, to, to….fuck her!  And that it could do anything it wanted with her. 

       And yet, she continued to masturbate the thing, with a sophistication she could not account for!  She held the thing’s balls, moving her palms under and around them, feeling them, large and heavy and laden with animal semen that was destined for her young, girlish cunt!  They started feeling warmer, and maybe a bit larger and heavier as she moved her hands about the scrotum, back up the hairy shaft, gripping it, stroking it, and back down to the creature’s balls.

       Bella’s body, sexually immature as it was, was responding to the situation.  She was breathing heavier, her pulse increased, and her hands were moving faster, lighter, softer, then harder and tighter, over her animal master’s reproductive apparatus. She didn’t know it, but her virgin pussy was generating juices in anticipation of being fucked, and these juices were emanating scents that were exhilarating to the male animal.

The schoolgirl didn’t know what she was doing—but she was doing it—vile and disgusting as it was!

       Bella’s hands moved upwards, back to the hairless inner cock that was now pushed all the way out.  She rose to her knees, put her hands together, encircling the thing, sliding them up and down the entire length of the mucus-covered thing.  It was thicker, and she could feel the blood pulsing through it.

       The creature stood quite still, except that he was holding the edge of her skirt with one hand, flicking it this way and that.  Even in the intense dark, he could make out the satin sheen, and it merrily entertained the simple creature.

And Bella kept running her hands up and down the lengths of his shaft, stroking and squeezing it, concentrating the blood lust throughout its length.   His primitive intelligence could not explain sexual foreplay, let alone the bizarre interplay of human and animal chemicals that orchestrated this instinctual interplay of the female upon the male.  But he was being prepared to mate, and that much he understood, and it was incredibly pleasurable!  His alpha male viciousness was tamed by the aromatically enticing human girl-woman, clad beguiling in the pretty pink thing that shimmered and fluttered about her nubile body!

       Bella was under orders, following an agenda she detested as her hands moved up and down the slimy hard monster cock, she loathed and was inexplicably attracted to.  The little beauty moved unsteadily to her feet and—and—wrapped her slender arms around the foul thing, and hugged it, pulling the thing against her nylon-clad body in a tight, impassioned embrace!

       “Wby am I doing this to this…this…horrible thing?”  she asked herself, but she was on her feet, and the extension of the beast’s massive penis reached up to her chest.  She looked into its eyes, those seedy yellow balls glowing in the arboreal dark, and felt afresh a dread that filled her heart and a revulsion that tightened  her guts and her privates.

       But still she embraced the penis, holding it and stroking it like the furry pink unicorn she had been given only the evening before, stroking it, cradling it against the small swelling of her pubescent breast, and her hands moved up and down the thing, up and down, from the big fat tip to the hairy sheath and even back down to the animal’s ballsack, where she resumed her play with the beast’s balls.

       It emitted more stench, assaulting Bella’s senses with a foul essence of bacteria and fetid grime which had collected in a dank enclosed place for decades.  All the same, Bella continued to pleasure the fuck-pole, and began to rub her face against it, stroking it with her cheek, her temple, and letting the bob of her soft auburn hair fall over and about it.  Then she found herself placing her lips on the tip, right at the top of the fat head!  Tears rained down her peachy-soft cheeks as she obeyed the inarticulate commands, that unspoken voice deep within her soul that told her what to do, and now to open her mouth and lick the foul thing!  Her hands kept on stroking and pulling on the shaft, and Bella began to lick the slimy thing, adding her saliva to its own foul mucus, preparing it for mating, for fucking, for raping her nubile little body.

       There was so much to lick, and Bella was such a little girl!  But she dutifully dragged her tongue over it as best she could, and was as obedient as if a rapist had a gun to her head. 

       Her animal-master was as frozen as a statue, arms at his side, obedient to his preparations for mating.  There was an occasional growl or grunt, but he was mostly silent, breathing in long, hot and wet breaths to oxidize the final hormonal preparations his body.

       Then Bella moved her mouth to the top of the monster’s cock.  She knew what she had to do—oh, it was disgusting, so indescribably gross!—and she wasn’t sure she could do it, but she opened her small, delicate mouth, pursed her lips over her teeth, opened as wide as her jaw  would allow, and slid her mouth over the head of the creature’s cock!  It hurt, it hurt! But she stretched her face, and moved her mouth further down, and somehow managed to get the entire fat head of the eel-shaped prick into her mouth.

       She could hardly breath, and it still hurt, but she rotated her head left a bit, then right, and back and forth, mixing in a bit of up-and-down motion, pressing her tongue, and then gently spinning her mouth this way and that over the thing.  She moved her hands up to the top section of the the humanoid’s rigid penis, sliding her palms up and down it, while she moved her head over and about the thing.  It was so despicable, and little Bella cried, her silky hair flailing about as she vainly tried to get more and more of the monster’s meat into delicate mouth!  She rose to her feet, leaned over, and tilted her head forward.  She aligned the back of her mouth with the upthrust angle of the beast’s mating stick.  Bella leaned forward, and down a bit, and somehow the tip lodged at the back of her mouth, into the top of her esophagus. 

       She was beyond her gag reflex, and the thing—somehow—but painfully!!—actually entered her throat!  And the fat, bulbous tip moved down her throat, like an oversized piece of poorly chewed meat!

       Then she felt herself being pulled forward, down.  Her chin hit the dirt, and powerful hands pushed her head backwards.   Bella lay prone on the ground, her head forced frontward, slightly up. The beast was on his knees, leaning over her.  He lunged forward, and the entire length of his fat, oversized cock pushed out, filling her mouth, and pushing down into her throat, and down, down, down her esophagus.  Lying on the ground, Bella’s mouth was aligned with her throat like a carnival swordswallower’s. 

He was oblivious to her agony while he raped her mouth—and throat!—moving her this way and that, giving his fuck gear the full pleasure treatment.  He kneeled over the prostate thirteen-year-old, driving a cock of almost two feet’s length, in and out of her mouth.

In and out. 
       In and out, in and out, in and out.

It felt like a closet rod was being shoved in and out of her throat!  Half the assault was driven by the animal’s body motion, as he rocked to and fro on his knees, driving his primary penis right up to, and into, the girl’s thin lips. Even in the arboreal pitch of night, Bella could sense his massive balls, inches from her face, swinging from his belly and bouncing on the forest floor.  His oversized genitalia had been secreted inside the protective fleshy folds of his belly for several decades, and the stench of the harbored bacteria nauseated the civilized schoolgirl.   Then there was the thick, pink, inner penis, that shot out, retracted, and shot out again and again and again, pushing its way down Bella’s throat, nearly to her stomach!  The creature’s face was roughly over Bella’s little ass, but to him, the commingled smells of her fertile human body—estrogen, sweat, blood, urine, shit, other things, but, oh, especially the estrogen!—wafted up to the ugly holes of his nose, driving him to a fervent, burning lust.

The oral rape continued.  Only the turgid dick of the monster shoved all the way down her throat prevented her from vomiting.  The beast pulled backwards on his haunches, but lifted Bella up by her hips with his powerful arms, pulling her hips and thighs—and cunt—into a crude embrace.  The nylon skirt of Bella’s nightie fell forward, and the creature pressed his face into her pussy, inhaling the aroma of pristine human girl.  He pushed her down, much harder, and several inches of the hairy penile sheath were painfully shoved into Bella’s mouth.

The animal was beside himself with lust.  He raised her up, lowered her down, and raised her up again, ashe slid up and down the monster cock.  Her delicate mouth was stretched beyond limits as she was forced to accept—over and over and over again—the fetid sheath, and the thick inner cock darted up and down her throat.  The tight grip around her waist and hips was nasty, too—it was hard to breathe. Her legs dangled forward, sort of resting on the animal’s shoulders, and all the while her nightgown fell in a bunch where their chests met. 

The schoolgirl was shocked, not to mention disgusted, to find that she was reaching forward, had located his scrotum, and was carefully cupping and massaging his testacles.  Revulsion was added to the pain and violation of her oral rape.  Yet she couldn’t help herself.  Something unnatural directed her fingers as they worked their way through the foul, damp hair at the bottom of his belly, servicing and pleasuring this animal that was viciously impaling her mouth and throat.

       Bella kind of knew what to expect, but on another level she didn’t, and she was caught by a foul surprise.  She felt the powerful shaft shudder and tremble inside her hands.  Then the eel-like tip expanded, and a blast of hot, sticky salty-sweet fluid flooded her throat, shooting all the way into stomach!!  She tried to pull her mouth off, her head back, but she couldn’t extract it, and a huge glob of the creature’s semen again filled the tight confines of the schoolgirl’s throat. Another blast of ejaculant pushed its way into throat and found its way to her stomach, filling it, and backing up to her  esophagus.  Before she knew it, two, three, four more blasts of animal cum had forced their way down her throat, landing in her already-sickened stomach with a heavy thud.

       Large, fluid gobs were oozing out of the tight space between her lips and the cock!  They seeped out, running down her chin, and onto the forest floor!

       It was foul-tasting, salty with a strong overtone of sweet decayed protein.  Only a person who has been in the presence of decomposing flesh could know just what kind of taste and stench the creature’s semen produced! He lowered her to her feet, and the young teen girl managed, at last, to pull back and slide her mouth off the fat head.  No sooner had she done so, and the creature grunted and ejaculated again, and still another blast of animal cum shot out, hitting the shocked girl right in the face!  It had the viscosity of paste, and slowly dripped down her face onto her small breasts.  The bodice of her nightgown became smeared with the stuff, sticking tightly to her little tits and waist.
       “Ugh—OH, oh!”  Bella blubbered through the stuff as she ineffectually wiped the stuff away from her face.  It clogged her nostrils, and as she opened her mouth to breath, she inadvertently sucked some of it in, and it hit her windpipe, making her choke and gag.   In another five seconds or so she had some clearance, but the humanoid was far from finished, and two, then three smaller ejaculations shot out of his cock, hitting Bella on the face again, the side of her head, and the top of her chest.

       “Ugh—UGH!” 

       Bella leaned back, trying to wipe the stuff away, but only smeared  it over face.  She pushed her hair back but the animal goo had soaked her once soft, lovely auburn locks like a vile salon treatment.  She sat back on her legs, scraping and wiping, but mostly spreading and smearing, the stuff over her.  The creature’s cock lowered a bit, and the male nozzle was aimed right at her, and he came again, again, and again.  The stuff was hitting the terrified schoolgirl, landing on her head, her body, and just covered her little pink nightie! 

       The girl was beside herself with terror and revulsion.  The humanoid remained immobile, except for some minor redirections of his prick, as he unloaded still more barrages of cum upon the girl.  She sat down on the forest floor, and started to cry again, moving her hands all over her, and her body was soon covered with viscous white cum.  She was getting hysterical. Her throat hurt like hell, she was alone in this remote area with this unknown dangerous beast, who had just raped her mouth—and his cum was all over her head and face!  It continued to ooze copiously down onto her shoulders, chest, breasts, body, and lap.  Bella wailed as she futilely tried to scrape the foul stuff off, but she just covered herself with it.

“No, no, ugh!—OH!—No, no, no, UGH!”

  Bella didn’t know it, but covering herself with his semen was the final preparation of the Darwinian melodrama she had involuntarily but obediently been playing.  The beast was too stupid and primitive to plan or participate in any kind of courtship—he was as much at the mercy of this hormonal ballet as Bella was!  Having been attracted to her pre-adolescent fertility was just the first part of the  mating drama for him.  Now that her nubile estrogen was combined with his  testosterone-laden semen,  the humanoid’s imbecilic mind and body were ready for actual mating..

Bella got to her feet.  She didn’t know what to do.  She kept scraping her nails and fingers over the foul stuff.  It was now coagulating on her.  Her nightgown stuck to her skin like wet wallpaper, and her hair was matted over her head.  She scraped some of it off her eyes, away from her nose and mouth.  Bella was crying and babbling incoherently.  She didn’t know what to expect now, and had no idea what she might do.  This entire situation was so weird, so repulsively different from anything she could have ever imagined in her young, protected life.

Bella turned away from the humanoid, and took a tentative step away.  Then another.   And another.  Disoriented as she was, a faint ray of hope flickered in her bleakness.  The thing had never let her take a step unchallenged!

She took a few more steps into the darkness, but had no idea in which direction.  She was so very lost!  She wrapped her arms around her cum-covered body, tucked wet dreadlock-like coils of hair behind her ear, and walked, or, more accurately, staggered, away into the dark. 

He’s letting me leave!  she thought. Ohmygod, ohmygod, he’s done, he’s finished, he’s done and he’ll let me leave!  Bella allowed herself a slight feeling of relief.

She moved into the dark, bumping into trees, her bare feet hitting and getting stubbed on rocks and things.  Her nightgown caught on something here or there, and got ripped in a few more places, but Bella was oblivious to this in the growing hope that she could safely, albeit discretely, make her way to safety.

She moved further into the absolute dark of the nighttime forest, feeling her way through branches and bushes.

But the beast knew exactly where Bella was, of course.

The tragic truth was that he was anything but done with the soft, fertile teenager!

He had sat on his haunches for a while, basking in the pure pleasure of a very successful ejaculation.  His simple memory had forgotten just what a delight his long-unused sexual apparatus could provide!  He played with his penis for maybe a few minutes while his uncanny ears tracked his mate’s location in the forest.  The penile extension retreated into the hairy sheath, where it would await further developments.

Noiselessly, the humanoid began a leisurely amble after his young, human quarry.

She had not gone far.  He was still in control.

            She would be his, and more so.

       And so very soon!

       He silently stalked his mate through the inky dark, moving agilely about logs and objects that the girl hit her tender feet on.  Momentarily, he was close behind her.

       The girl.

       The fertile human creature, this girl!

       Bella was completely unaware of the presence of the beast, right behind, here.  On through the vestal dark the child-woman stumbled, until, confused about her location, she halted, trying to get her bearings.  She could make out nothing.  The thirtheen-year-old turned around, and—oh, no!  NO!—there, right there—a foot away, in the dark, there they were, those eyes, those hideous, evil yellow eyes!  Right there, looking at her! 

       The girl had been so heartened with her prospect of escape, but now,  this!   Bella let out a loud, high-pitched girl-scream, that died in the woods.  She reached out, and swatted at the head containing those seedy little eyes.  The blow,of course, had no effect whatsoever on the two-hundred-fifty pound beast.  Then, in blind panic, she turned and ran.

       Into the dark.

       Into the deep, dark, dense woods.

       She didn’t get far, of course.  In mere steps, Bella hit a tree trunk.  She moved to the side, and ran a few more steps, and tripped over a branch.  She gathered herself, and lunged forward, and her forehead hit a dangling branch.  Sharp, broken branches scraped her side, catching on her pink nightie, snagging it, ripping it more. Crying incoherently, Bella yanked it free, shredding one side of the satin skirt, and moved forward, where her shoulder hit—hard!—another tree trunk, and she kind of glanced off it, around it, and took perhaps twenty unobstructed steps until she hit a toe on a rock—oh, it hurt!—but it hardly stopped her, and madly, desperately, she lunged forward, heedless to the new bruises and cuts and injuries the wild woods inflicted upon her tender skin.  Her adrenalin propelled her onward, and the girl soon found herself ensnarled in a thicket of thorny weeds, further cutting the skin of her young legs, and grabbing at her filthy, cum-soaked  nightie!

       She balled parts of her nylon skirt in her fists, freeing it, and willed herself through the brambles.  The humanoid, if he had personality and consciousness, would have been sadistically entertained by her painfed and pathetic flight.  But he just moved after her with measured pace, carefully adapted to the wild environment as he was.

       The schoolgirl encountered several yards of clear forest floor, covered with deep inches of compacted needles.  Bella slowed down, feeling her way with her feet, crying, and sobbing.  She had to at least attempt escape, she knew.  She had a very strong will to live, but somewhere, deep down in her soul, she knew it was all in vain.

Bella knew she was at the complete mercy of the dwarf grendel who had brought her here, and raped her mouth.

Mercy.  Mercy!  There was no mercy here, not from this thing, whatever it was.  The creature, despite its small size, was a monster, and the girl knew it was incapable of mercy or sympathy or anything.  

Only vicious, selfish lust!

She turned backwards, and saw the yellow eyes motionless, just several feet away in the dark gray of the midnight forest,  The  beady eyes forced her to back away, and she eased backwards into the center of the clearing.  Here, she could see her way around a bit.  She looked up, and there was a large opening in the forest canopy, and a crescent moon cast a weak but discernible light down upon the girl.  It was the most visibility she’d had since entering the preservation land.  Now she could make out the hulking mass of the humanoid’s body, Not quite the size of a chimpanzee, crouching at the edge of the treeline, malicious eyes fixed upon her.

       Bella settled her heart a bit, and backed away, into the very center of the  clearing.  She had heard that one never tries to run from a bear.  She guessed that might apply to this thing, too.  It remained still, watching her, as she began to make her way to the opposite side of the grove.

       But Bella was terrified, so very terriefied!   How had she come to this situation, alone with this bizarre primate that wanted to rape her!

       She was absolutely alone in these absolutely dark woods with this absolutely evil creature.

       She knew no one would come to rescue her.  No one knew she was missing!

       She knew both fight and flight were impossible.

       She knew, more than anything else,  this thing, whatever it was, wanted her body!

       And she knew that he was going to have her.

       He, or it, was going to fuck her.

       Rape her.

       Mate her!

       Bella turned, walking slowly away.

       Then, Bella fell forward.

       Rather, she was pushed forward.  The humanoid had come up behind in its stealthy manner, and pushed her.  Bella landed on the packed needles on her hands and knees.  Then the thing was atop her, and she was flattened under the massive weight of the diminutive, muscular monster!  She heard it breathing.  She craned her neck around, and there were those vile eyes looking down at her.

       Strong stubby fingers moved into her matted red hair.  They started  at pulling the glued coils of her long hair, spreading them out.

       Oh, no…! she thought.  Someday she would have wanted a boyfriend to have toyed with her hair.  But not this, this… thing!  Then she felt the thing lower its body on top of her.  It, he, it…whatever it was, was so heavy, so heavy!  She felt crushed, hardly able to breathe.  But amidst the pressure, Bella could feel the thing’s penis moving against her little ass, sliding up and down, nestling in between her buttocks!  It was the hairy part.  Through the pasty folds of her bunched-up nightdress, she could feel that, the hair, the larger girth of the bottom half of its cock.  It was moving up and down her ass crack, up and down, up and down!

       .  The futile escape attempt had cleared Bella’s mind.  Awash in adrealin, she was hyper-aware of every minute detail.  Even as she, or rather, her body, obeyed the unspoken commands of this bizarre Darwinian dance, she knew what was happening.  The schoolgirl spread her legs, as wide as she could, under the oppressive weight of the thing.  Unconsciously, she had to cooperate with her destiny.  She hooked her hands behind her knees, pulling them forward even more, stretching her legs as far apart as possible.  The thing responded by digging his hairy tool harder against her, rubbing his hairy cock up and down her tiny ass.  The dirty, tattered nylon was working its way upwards—up her thighs, then the pubescent curves of her tiny ass, and before long, what was left of her pretty pink nightdress was a sticky bunch of dirty nylon gathered at the small of her back.

The skirt fanned out to the side of hips upon the needles of the forest floor.

       Then the creature settled down her body, and the shaft was right below her ass.  Bella lay still, anticipating and accepting the inevitable.  She stretched out her arms, and balled her fists in anticipation of being mated.  Her thighs were stretched out at right angles to her torso, but bent at the knees.

       She could feel the beast’s inner penis, thick and still wet with its previous semen, slither out of the lower sheath, and push against her hairless pussy.  It pushed against her smooth cunt, instinctively finding its way to her vaginal crack, and the plump, snake-like head moved up and down, and left and right, in a kind of exploratory maneuver.  Bella was motionless as the thing, demonstrating a volition of its own, found her cunt crack, and shoved its way inside the dry, thin, outer lips of the thirteen-year-old.

       “Ohhhhh, no, no…” gasped the schoolgirl.  “Ugh……oh, OW!”

       She could feel the animal breathing on her nape.  It emitted low, quiet grunts.

       With the this first, shallow, penetration, the monster’s cock kind of flattened itself, and slipped inside, but just inside, Bella’s virgin girlhood.  About two inches of head oozed in.  Then it regained its round dimension, and started twisting, rotating left, then right, left, and right again.

       “Ugh—OH!”  Bella gasped, “OWWWWW!”

       The creature’s prick had now located its center, and, getting thicker, it began to move in, slowly, surely, relentlessly.  It wasn’t at all as fast and violent as when it had pushed its way into her mouth and down her throat.  This was far more…deliberate!  The prick  pushed in more, in, in!  Inside the tight confines of the teenager’s little pussy,  the pink snake-like thing resumed its natural, thick girth, and--much worse for the little girl—its natural length!

       Lovely Bella gasped, and fought for breath.  It hurt, oh, it hurt!  The pain intensified, rising to a crescendo of female agony, and the schoolgirl let loose with another loud, soprano shriek of pain.

       “AIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEeeeeeeeee!!”  The invading male pushed in further still, and was now pushing against—and right through!!—the thirteen-year-old’s maidenhead.  “NOOOOO!…oh, OHHHH—OWWWWW!” screamed Bella, as the pain of it ripping her hymen was added to the cruel stretching of her pubescent cunt.

       Bella screamed and screamed, but the sounds of her torment was lost in the thick woods.

       She was alone.

       Alone, in this isolated forest clearing,with a small but powerful monster, who was fucking her, shoving his—or its—oversized cock deeper, ever deeper into her tight little cunt!

       A human male would have anticipated, felt, and morally appreciated, breaking Bella’s cherry.  But not the beast.  Oblivious to the presence (let alone its significance) of the tender membrane, the thing’s cock just continued its merciless push, deeper into the girl’s tight and tender tissues. 

       There was no fucking motion, not yet anyway.  The creature didn’t perform any kind of sexual intercourse as humans practice it.  It was just an animal.    It just had this strong, muscular thing sliding slowly but inexorably from its primary penile shaft, and penetrating the tight confines of the pain-racked girl. 

“No, no, oh-god-oh-god-oh-god-oh-god, please, no, it hurts, ohmygod it hurts!” moaned Bella.  Pinned under the massive weight of the dwarf monster, she could not adjust her position to find any relief—let alone hope to escape. She could barely breathe!  It seemed like a half-hour of stretching and filling and more stretching, with no relief, as more and more of the beast’s cock exited the hairy sheath and shoved its way into the thirteen-year-old virgin. The hard, thick penis was now firmly planted deep, all the way inside her.

       The creature himself still made no body motions.  He just lay hard atop the girl’s backside, all two hundred fifty lean pounds of bone and muscle, pressing her into the forest floor.  She could sense his ugly face around the crook of her neck, and feel his hot, fetid breath.  His grunts were uttered right into her ear!  But his penis—his penis!—had a life of its own.  It withdrew  back into its penile sheath, and then shot out immediately, right into her small cunt-crack, hard and deep into her sore pussy!  It pulled back out, and re-entered, with the same animal fury of the previous penetration.

       It just slammed into the virgin.  Repeatedly!  Each time was deeper, and, it seemed to Bella, each penetration made the cock thicker and harder.

       “Ugh—OW!”  Bella gasped, as the monster’s penis commenced its own instinctive fucking rhythm, withdrawing and re-entering her again and again with hard, piston-like thrusts.  Over and over, it mercilessly shoved its way into her, stretching and deepening her vaginal cavity.  The females of the creature’s specie sported long, wide, almost cavernously deep vaginas, and the creature’s cock had evolved to fit female dimensions matching its own.

       Bella was nothing like that!   But the penis had neither reason nor empathy, only a primordial drive to deposit its semen deep, deep inside!   It pounded away at her bloody, battered pussy as though it were hoping to enlarge her to accommodate its own beastly size.   Sexual adrenalin coursed Bella’s brain as she endured the violent assault.  Although she was in a state of shock, she was acutely sensitive to each and every painful motion inflicted on her.

Or in her.

The beast’s cock had a mind of its own, driving in and out, in and out, with hard piston-like jabs as it sought to enclose itself completely inside the diminutive girl’s vagina.

       “Ugh-ugh-ugh!   UGH!  Oh-OHHHHH!!—OWWWW!”

       Their bodies were motionless, except for the penetrating thrusts of the cock into Bella’s tiny cunt.  Bella bled profusely from the ripping of her maidenhead and the abrasions upon her tiny cunt.  Even with the blood and some natural secretions, Bella had woefully insufficient lubrication for the humanoid’s oversize prick.

       She lay there, flattened out, crying and wishing that something, anything would happen to end her ordeal.  Anything!   She began hoping for death to free her from the excruciating pain.  Yet in the midst of her agony she worried that her family would never recover her body.

       The rape of beautiful little Bella went on and on. And on and on!   The penis was still seeking greater enclosure and depth, and it seemed that climax would be impossible without it. 

Something was frustrating the massive cock, hindering its orgasm, and so prolonged Bella’s horrible ordeal.  For the beast, the animal pleasure of fucking a female was secondary to the agenda of inseminating her.  And so it continued, each thrust up her tiny cunt an increased pain and injury.  The humanoid—or rather, its penis—was seeking the egg that it had been informed of by Bella’s first, premenstrual hormones.

The very first egg of Bella’s very first ovulation! The monster’s penis was going to inseminate her, and impregnate it—and would not be denied!

As it pounded away, the tip of its cock flattened, and became smaller.  Out of its tip a kind of appendage emerged, about the size of a pencil—and almost as pointed!  If viewed on a sonagram, the creature’s penis would have resembled a clown’s animal balloon—sausage-like, with a smaller extension protruding out of the tip.

Except that it was pointed.  The extended tip grew and grew, pushing deeper into Bella’s horribly wounded girlhood.

Then it found her cervix.

       It pushed against the tiny rosette that separated her vagina from her immature, constricted little womb.

       Bella screamed in a fresh onslaught of bloody injury as the thing pushed its way right through her cervix!  She didn’t know just what was going on, deep within her, but she knew it was very unnatural, it was much deeper inside her, and it fucking hurt!

       The hard thrusts of the beast’s penis eased as the pointed thing slid through the tight, collapsed little sack that was the thirteen-year-old’s actual womb, proceeding further in with the sharp, painful point.  The penile tip probed further, seeking the elusive egg.  It turned left, sliding into one of her Fallopian tubes.  It moved up about two inches, only to sense insufficient female hormones.  The main shaft of the animal’s cock continued pounding away at her pussy, remained deep within the girl, attending to its evil agenda. It backed out, and moved right, correctly discerning the Fallopian tube containing the tiny, precious egg that was not yet a day old.

       It slithered upwards, a half-inch at a time.  Bella was quiet and still, her face shoved into the leaves and twigs,  sobbing in agony and despair.  Her lovely auburn tresses were a tangled, matted mess entangled with semen and sweat and dirt and needles, and her dainty pink nightgown was now just a ripped, filthy rag disheveled about her body.  Bella cried, her body limp as she endured her ultimate violation.

       The worm-like protrusion further probed Bella’s deepest feminine anatomy.  Deep within, she felt something happen.  It felt searingly hot, and it created a pressure that was even more painful than the previous penetrations.

       The subhuman creature issued a loud cry into the silent forest, a kind of growl mixed into a howl.  It was ghastly, piercing the night, and terrifying the violated virgin even more.

       Then--the beast ejaculated

       Right in her Fallopian tube!

       It smothered the egg with a large gob of semen, stretching the thin filament with an oversized bubble of thick, viscous humanoid cum.  It came and came, filling Bella’s deepest recesses with more semen.  In a hot flash, Bella’s Fallopian tube was filled with the stuff, from her ovary  right down to her womb.  For several minutes it remained quiet and still, its penis extended so very, very deep into the thirteen-year-old’s female anatomy, issuing little gushes of humanoid semen deep within the girl.  Her Fallopian tube, filled as it was, was like a painful gas bubble deep in her belly, and it hurt like hell.

       Then the thing began to withdraw, leaving further gushes and emissions of sperm inside her.  It retreated down the tube, but continued to ejaculate, filling the girl’s Fallopian tube, then her womb, and finally her vagina with more and more of its animal juice.  With the cum still gushing, it backed out of her womb, and finally, finally! it slowly oozed out of Bella’s tortured body.

       Its mission was complete, and the humanoid pulled back from Bella’s bruised backside.  A large strand of cum stretched from its cock, across the crushed leaves, to Bella’s pussy crack.  He sat on his haunches, studying his mate with his nocturnal eyes, fascinated in an imbicilic manner with the sight of his cum oozing out of Bella’s hairless cunt.

       Finally, Bella could breathe a bit, and straighten out her legs, which had been pushed apart at such an unnatural perpendicular.  Deep within her belly, her Fallopian tube and her womb were packed full of the beast’s semen.  Oh, how she hurt!  From her ravaged throat, to the vicious violation of her virgin cunt, to the unnatural pressure of alien fluid deep inside her young belly, Bella was racked with pain and could hardly move.

But she couldn’t sense the real tragedy occurring inside her nubile body, at least, not yet.   Millions of the strange specie’s sperm cells had surrounded her egg, every one vying to penetrate the egg’s cell wall, determined to get its humanoid DNA into the human egg’s nucleus, and to merge the two.

       Bella started crying again.  She was so scared and confused.  Only thirteen, and what other human girl or woman had ever experienced something like this?  Kidnapped, and brutally raped—twice!—by a monster from Hell!  At least the creature was letting her rest and recover a bit now.  She wondered if he would kill her, or just leave her alone and go off into the dark of the nature preserve.  She cradled her face with a forearm, and slid her right hand under her tummy, to her vagina.  It was so very sore!  She started rubbing and massaging it, sliding a finger just inside her pussy lips.  It was so wet!  She hadn’t realized just how much semen had been shot into her.   She rubbed and stroked and massaged it, easing the pain somewhat.

       The humanoid continued to lean back on his haunches, watching her with a non-comprehending fascination. Bella noticed that the sky was getting a bit light.  She could see him better now this humanoid thing.  It was man-shaped, but about the size of a small boy, covered with dark hair, and so incredibly muscular! 

What they were both waiting for, unawares, was taking place deep inside the schoolgirl’s tummy.

       Finally, one of the sperm cells became a winner!  Based on some unknowable Darwinian alchemy, with its rat-like tail  flagellating away like hell, it pushed its way through human egg’s cell wall, coursing through the jelly of the cell protoplasm, locating the egg’s nucleus.  It broke through the nuclear membrane, blasting  its animal DNA into the human DNA like a microscopic shotgun blast.

       No longer was it the beast’s DNA.

       Nor was there any of Bella’s human DNA left inside her tiny egg.

       The two merged together, matching chromosomes and genes.

       Lovely, young Bella was now truly mated!

Bella lay on the fecund floor of the deep woods, prone and in pain.  The remaining  mass of monster semen began to work its way down her tube, through the collapsed sack of her immature womb, flowing and oozing out of her body.  Insensate, the beast sat on its haunches, patently waiting. He could smell the mix of Bella’s hormones and his prolific semen, and, in his imbecilic way, he was pleased and contended.

       Bella’s pains began to ease somewhat.  She even dozed somewhat, ignorant of the evil event that had just taken place in her belly.

       The fertilized egg, now a zygote, slid ever so slowly down her Fallopian tube, lubricated by the abundant semen the monster had injected into her.  They remained there for several hours.  Bella rested, napped, recovered.  The beast just sat there, obedient to a Darwinian agenda it could not possibly understand.

       The dark sky lightened, and the pinkish gray of a summer morning emerged.

The zygote exited Bella’s Fallopian tube into her womb.  There, it found a miniscule crack in the mucous lining of her womb, and tiny stretches of tissues and blood veins began to grow, connecting the zygote to her tiny, youthful womb.

       

       Thirteen-year-old Bella was now pregnant!