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Bella came out of an uneven sleep. Had she woken a few times? She wasn’t sure, but whenever she looked up, the animal, or demon, or whatever it was, was still there, crouched down on its haunches, very still, looking at her.
It was quite light now, sunrise, even, on an otherwise beautiful summer morning somewhere deep in the nature preserve. She felt so very alone, and intensely terrified. Every part of her hurt. Her vagina was sore and stretched, as was her throat. Her arms, legs, hell, all of her was covered with various cuts and bruises. And she had the worst tummy ache!
This thing had just kidnapped and raped her. What would he do next? How could she defend herself? He was so strong, and so vicious! Her family would soon know she’s missing, she figured. But would they search for her here? This was a very restricted area. And so large and dense! People just didn’t come in here.
She rolled over, and with sheer strength of will, sat cross-legged and looked at the strange creature that had kidnapped and raped her. He was like nothing she had ever seen, even on tabloid TV, and nothing she could have ever imagined. It was about the height of a chimpanzee, but stronger, with a extraordinarily large chest and shoulders. The rest of it was very sturdy and strong. It was covered with coarse brown hair, which got darker, almost black, around its loins. The head was about the size of a human, and its face looked more man-like than that of a primate.
The jaw was large, protruding a bit. Its eyes were recessed and dark, and made the ears look a bit larger. The forehead and cheeks were covered with a shorter fuzz. Is this some kind of Neanderthal? she wondered.
But it was the nose that distinguished it.
It was hideous.
It was very flat, and the nostrils—large, about the size of quarters--were set almost flat to the cheeks. The nose was a ruddy gray-pink, and one of the few places which were not covered with the coarse brown hair.
Bella’s lower anatomy was in such agony from the gruesome reaming she had endured during the night. How long had he…fucked…me? she wondered. She surprised herself, using the word, fuck. It had felt like hours! Her vagina was still sore, stretched and bloody, and whatever he had done so deep inside her—penetrating her in some unnatural way—had given her that throbbing abdominal ache.
I can’t fight him, she thought. I can’t run away. He’s too fast. The two of them sat, quiet and still, studying and looking at each other.
The battered, dirty girl in the shredded pink nightie and the hairy humanoid.
“Can you understand me?”
Her voice was calm and clear, remarkable given her condition. Bella was a very intelligent schoolgirl, and had been brought up to be resourceful and confident.
The creature made neither motion nor answer, but continued to crouch on his haunches and look at her.
“Can you understand me?” Bella repeated. “Can you understand human speech?”
Again, no response.
Well, that didn’t accomplish anything. Had to try… she thought.
“You raped me, you know. You’re a horrible, evil, disgusting thing, and whatever you are, you raped me, and I hate you and wish you would go back to Hell or wherever you came from, you…fucking…animal!”
Cursing him didn’t accomplish anything, of course, but it made her feel a little better. But as soon as the words left her mouth, she realized that calling him a “fucking animal” was kind of stupid. He was, indeed, a “fucking animal.”
Yeah, that’s right. He’s an animal and he just fucked me. Oh, it hurts! I wonder if he’ll…do it…again?
Bella had read that one doesn’t try to run from dangerous animals, like dogs or bears, but must face them. Keep eye contact. Show no fear. Back away deliberately. She didn’t know what else to do. It didn’t work last night, in the dark, before he had fucked her. But now that he had had his…pleasure… with her, it was worth a try.
She carefully rose to her feet. The change in position rendered a stabbing jolt of pain in her thighs and hips. There were copious smearings of blood about the nylon skirt of her nightdress. But she bravely fought the pain; it made her vulnerable. She arose to a standing position, all the time facing the hairy humanoid, looking right at his insidious brown-black eyes the whole time.
He remained crouched, but raised his eyes, looking back at her.
“I’m going to leave now. I’m going to leave you, you filthy evil little monkey, and I’m going to go home.”
Bella backed away, feeling her way carefully with her bare heels. She continued back away, backing away, backing away, finding hope with every unanswered step.
Fifteen feet. The creature didn’t do anything.
Twenty feet. He was still sitting there!
Thirty…forty, forty-five feet…
Fifty!
And the thing hadn’t come after her!
I’m getting away! He’s letting me go—he’s done with me!
She backed into various trees and branches and things, felt her way around them, and kept backing away, carefully, but with greater confidence and speed. She had no idea which way would take her to the closest perimeter of the nature conservancy, but she was simply overjoyed to make good her escape.
Finally, she turned around, and started making her way frontwards, looking for any kind of trail or marker which might indicate the presence or direction of civilization. But this huge preserve had been set aside as a “wilding” area, and had absolutely nothing in the way of paths, walkways, or facilities. She had read tragic stories of people, lost in the wilderness, who moved in circles and perished. She tried to keep going straight, straight, straight, hoping that at some point she would encounter something that would give her direction, or maybe even an exit to the forest.
Bella could hardly believe her good fortune, to be free of the creature that had brutally violated her, forcing his huge, ugly penis so deep down her throat, and then raping her small little girlhood. It still hurt, oh, it hurt! But she concentrated on making sense of her wilderness situation, working her way though thickets, brambles, large trunks, saplings, pine needles, rocks, leaves and branches…then…
She looked up and froze.
There he was.
It was him, wasn’t it? It wasn’t another—there couldn’t be…another,…no, not two of these…things! It looked the same, standing there, twenty feet in front of her. Same brown hair, flattened nose, big hairy penis dangling between his thighs…
It was the same one. Unbeknownst to the schoolgirl, she had been moving deeper into the forest’s interior, where the creature had his den. And that, tragically, was not merely the beast’s destination.
It was Bella’s destination.
Her destiny.
Her…new home!
For it was there that the humanoid would take the girl-woman, to keep her during the gestation of its offspring, until Bella would give birth to its heir.
Bella did not know this yet—the animal was heart sank. She started to back away, but the creature moved to her right, forcing her to back to her left.
So, we’re back to this little game, are we?
She kept backing, but this time, it moved towards her, staying evenly apace, as she backed, backed, backed. She was aware of an especially insidious development: every time she started drifting to her left, he moved to his right, countering and correcting that change in direction. Same thing with the other side. She tried a more radical departure from the creature’s indicated direction.
That produced a growl.
Another try, and he moved more overtly, countering her, and issued a hiss.
He may not have possessed cognizant intelligence, but he knew what he was doing!
Bella kept moving back the way she was being “told.” Her feet were sore. Her pussy was wracked with the pain of her rape, and the pain in her belly was getting worse. There was the lingering ache of the beast’s penetration, so very very deep into her tummy, up into her womb, her fallopian tubes! Realizing that she could not escape the creature aggravated her various agonies. And there was still something else: the violent change in her hormones and body chemistry as the fertilized egg, the zygote, was already dividing and doubling, dividing and doubling, dividing and doubling, growing, growing, growing…into a humanoid baby!
The diminutive monster kept forcing her further into the forest. It was getting thicker, more wild. Finally she just turned and walked frontwards, and began to cry as she endured a prisoner’s forced-march at the behest of the hairy little satan. They were going uphill, somewhat, and an hour or so later the schoolgirl prisoner found herself in the midst of an especially thick stand of tall trees, which blocked out the emergent daylight. She looked up at the densely packed conifers.
She couldn’t see any sky.
But a hand on her rump moved her forward again. She was hardly paying attention, as she gathered the bloody, filthy and shredded nylon skirt into her grip and stooped through menacing pine branches. They seemed to reach out for her. Half of the nightdress’ top was ripped down, hanging at the waist, exposing a bloodied, pubescent breast. A bit of nylon still clung loosely to her shoulder, held up by a lone satin strap.
Bella was a far cry from the sweet, pristine schoolgirl of the night before.
Now she was the battered and beaten incubator of a hideous animal life form!
As they worked their way through the thicket, the thirteen-year-old stepped gingerly about the branches and pinecones. Smoother rocks appeared, offering easier footing. They moved amidst boulders and outcroppings, until she found herself looking at a ledge that towered over her. A“V”-shaped cut appeare, and at its rear, a crevasse, about a foot wide. Leaning against it was a thick log. The creature moved ahead of the girl, and rolled the massive thing effortlessly away from the wall. The simple-minded humanoid might not have gotten a grip on the use of tools, but he did know how to manage a barrier!
The hand on her ass pushed her forward again. Bella stumbled forward, and could now peer into it. It descended into darkness. The animal pushed her towards it.
“No. NO!” Bella screamed. “I’m not going in there!” The animal responded with a loud growl, but Bella could smell that entry into this animal’s den would be her doom. She backed off, then turned, ran, desperately trying to find her way through the thicket of coarse, violent branches that scratched and tore at her soft pubescent skin.
“No! No! Never! I won’t! NOOOooooooooo!!!” screamed the terrified girl. But her flight and her cries were aborted in just several feet, when heavy, powerful hands landed on her shoulders, and she went sprawling onto an outcropping of rough rocks. Her chin hit one, delivering a nasty laceration up towards her cheek, and bloodying her nose as well. Her little left breast met a similar fate, and was gouged afresh. Her right elbow, hip, and knee all met something hard, hurting Bella all over…more.
“No, no, no…” cried the sobbing child. “Nooooo….just kill me, you, you, fucking thing, you, just kill me now!”
Even if he could understand her pitiful plea, he would have done no such thing. Bella felt a powerful hand take a firm grip of her long hair--her once-beautiful, soft, fragrant baby-fine red-brown tresses. Her extravagant mane had once been the source of so much flattery for the lovely schoolgirl.--but no more! The hand grabbed it, and she felt her scalp being pulled backwards, and she was forced to arch her back as she was flipped over. On her back, she was pulled, dragged, across the ground, over the roots, branches, rocks and stones and pinecones, back, back, back to the crevasse.
Vainly flailing her arms and legs, Bella screamed in horror, pain, and utter desperationg. A loud, shrill, high-pitched feminine scream.
“Noooo! NOOOOO! Not that—not there—you, you, fucking monster, don’t-don’t—OWWWW!—I won’t—don’t take me, not there, not there, OWWWW! No, I won’t go in there, Ohhh…OHHHH, NOOOOO!”
She reached out for anything that would arrest her motion as she was pulled by her filthy, cum-stained auburn hair into the rock ledge.
Bella screamed again. She called out to God, she called out to anybody, she begged the beast, she screamed and hollered. The remnants of her pink nightdress were ripped away, left on the ground, as lovely, adorable, popular Bella, now completely naked and filthy and battered and bruised and bleeding all over found her head entering the vertical slit of the demonic beast’s womb-like lair.
“Oh, no, NOOOOoooooo!! Not this, oh..Mommy-mommy-mommy-I’m sorry-no-mommy-I-can’t-oh-please-just-kill-me-now-oh-it-hurts-mommy-mommy-mommy…!!”
Somehow her shoulders rotated and the naked girl fit into the rock slot, and, her scalp wracked with pain, he dragged his prey deeper inside by her long hair.
And down she was pulled, into the monster’s lair.
Down a narrow passage way, into a rock cavern.
Down, down, down, into a cold, stony, silent dark.
Every nerve on her young, slender body was aflame with pain, and her young soul burned with terror and dread.
Several more excruciating yanks and Bella was swallowed up in the den. She moved onto her stomach, and tried to get up on her hands and knees, but he pulled on her hair again, and Bella was now dragged forward again, and her breasts, belly, thighs and knees were now pulled across the rocks and debris on the floor of grendel’s den. She was being pulled down a passage way that was about twenty feet long, descended about ten feet lower, and opened into a much larger chamber that was the humanoid’s well-hidden domicile. It took only a half a minute or so, but seemed so much longer, and then Bella—scratched, bruised and bleeding all over her naked pubescent body—was crudely deposited in her new home.
Desperately, she tried to crawl back up the passageway, but a powerful, hairy arm looped around her waist and pulled her down. Then she was pushed down onto her left side, and the arm kept her in place, actually pulling her close and tight to him.
Crying, babbling, calling out to God and Mommy and Daddy, she made various attempts to extract herself from the beast’s obscene embrace.
To no avail. He had such a powerful lock around her! He held her possessively, like a greedy child with a prized toy.
Crying, and hurting, hurting, hurting, oh, so much, Bella finally managed to lay down on her side, actually snuggling in against the chest of the humanoid. She lay there, with that gargantuan-strong arm holding her in place.
And she wept. It crossed her mind that this was how she had seen Daddy hold Mommy in their big double bed, cuddling on Sunday mornings, snuggling and loving each other, fitting like two spoons nestled tightly. And here she was, raped and mated by some sub-human creature, held underneath his hairy arm in an obscene parody of matrimonial love.
The humanoid had no understanding of affection or tenderness, of course. Directed by his simple instinct, he was simply protecting the incubator of his offspring. Somehow he knew that Bella had to be quieted, settled, and cared for, so that the incipient new humanoid life deep inside Bella’s belly would grow and thrive.
Forced to stay still, Bella did quiet down, and the new life within her, now firmly implanted in her small womb, took in nutrition and continued to grow. She was in shock, and as that condition subsided, more pains and hurts made themselves known. So she just lay there, in the cool of the cavern amidst the leaves, rocks, dried bones and hardened scat that littered the floor of the animal’s lair.
She had no choice.
Bella lay there.
Hurting, frightened, brutally raped, and now, pregnant.
Bella, lovely, slender, popular auburn-haired Bella, was now a mother-to-be!
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