Bella and the Beast

Bella and the Beast

Part 5

Advisory

             This is the concluding part of the “Bella and the Beast” narrative, save for an Epilogue which discusses other persons and matters.   So far, our tragic young heroine has already endured—and survived—bizarre, violent, degrading, painful, and very dangerous ordeals at the hands (and loins) of a strange, Neolithic humanoid creature. 

       Suffering even more horrible is yet to come.   If you are unable to handle the graphic depiction of psychological hurt and gruesome, bloody injury of a perfectly normal and innocent young teenager, then you would be wise to discontinue this story.

The remainder of this sexual horror story is not for the squeamish!

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       Time became a vague and fluid commodity for Bella.  Her wounds began to heal.  Cuts and lacerations scabbed over, and her joints and muscles didn’t ache so much.

       Her pussy remained very, very sore for a long time, though.  Sometimes the girl would just lie in a fetal position, massaging and gripping her wounded crotch and tummy, trying to alleviate the injury to her tender tissues within.  The humanoid had evolved with larger females, and little Bella was anything but.

       The first few days were very bad. She was hungry, didn’t know where she was, and alternated between despair and hope for rescue or escape.   Pain came and went, in different parts of her body, with varying intensities. But always, her tummy ached, and her pussy was sore and bloody. .  She was hungry, thirsty, and afraid.  Her captor came and went several times.  Each time, the naked girl would crawl up the passageway on her hands and knees, but each time she found the log rolled across the opening slit, like a stone across the entrance to a tomb. She hoped desperately for an opportunity to escape, but it didn’t look possible. She couldn’t get near the passage way when he was present.  Even when he was asleep, he wakened instantly, usually with violent anger, when she approached it.   The creature was savvy with a keen animal intelligence.

       And such was her plight for the next year.  And a year it would be, at least!  This creature required a longer gestation period than a human baby. 

       A full year!   Bella started to live literally hand-to-mouth, not knowing how long she would be there, what her fate would be, and as time was a blur in the pitch dark, she had no idea how long she had been held captive in the monster’s lair.

Her captor brought in various things to eat.  Some were palatable to her human diet—fruits, vegetables, packaged food items that he had stolen or scavenged from trash bins, homes, wherever. They were usually partially consumed—by real people!—but usually spoiled.  There would be the occasional piece of properly cooked meat, a rare treat for the imprisoned child-woman.  On the other hand, he also killed and consumed small animals and pets.  These he would partially eat, and bring the rest of the raw, bloody carcass back to the cavern for his mate to eat.  Usually she preferred hunger to raw animal flesh.  There were times she was so hungry she actually ate them!  And every time she did, made the next time a bit more palatable. Eventually she learned how to find the most chewable, edible parts of raw animal flesh, tear it away, and consume it.

Even in the absolute dark of the cave.

       Water and hydration was a frequent problem.  Fruits and vegetables offered some moisture.  There were a few places were dank water seeped into the den, and the naked girl would crawl to these spots, lower her head, and lap it up. There was the presence of urine in it, but Bella managed to adjust to the hideous reality of her plight in ways that would have freaked her out back in civilization.

       But there was yet another source of nutrition and hydration for her.  It at first terrified her, but in her world of sinister looking-glass reality, she adjusted to and accommodated all sorts of bizarre things.

       The creature had been sexually abstinent for decades and decades, and his penis and testicles had been enveloped in his crotch, save for a nub of penis necessary for urination.  Sex and reproduction had escaped his stupid attention for several decades, until the waft of Bella’s fresh, young estrogen had awakened it.

       Mating (or rather, raping) Bella proved to be an intensely pleasurable experience, even to this imbecilic humanoid.  Now he craved more!

       Something informed him that further penetration of his huge apparatus into Bella’s pussy could jeopardize the well-being of the baby creature she was carrying.  But he had now experienced the delight of plunging his prick down Bella’s throat!  One occasion he returned to the lair, feeling full of himself, with a freshly killed pedigree dog in his grip.  He threw what was left of it at Bella.  But this was early in her captivity, and she did not yet have the hang of pulling out edible pieces of raw flesh, which she could successfully chew and swallow. 

       Bella sat there, in the near-absolute dark, with her knees pulled up to her little A-cup breasts.  They had begun to swell, and she was awash with female scents and hormones created by the pregnancy of which she was otherwise unaware.  Bella examined, then cast away, the offering of dog flesh.  It seemed he sensed her ingratitude.  The humanoid grabbed her by her hair, and pulled her to a straightened position  Then he pushed her on her back, her torso inclined uphill,  with her head tilted backwards, and he quickly lowered his crotch above her head.  The long, hairy cock rose, erect away from his crotch, hard and true. Then he was leaning over her.  His face was roughly over her cunt, and his genitals bobbed against her face.

       “NO!”  gasped Bella, but as she opened her mouth, the fat, stubby tip of the beast’s hairy shaft was crudely shoved in, right between her thin lips.  “Uuuuuh…ARGH!” she gasped, and Bella was suddenly choking on the four-inch-thick hairy dick as it was rammed deep into her mouth, firmly hitting the back of her mouth, pressing against her throat.

       It was pushing against Bella’s gag nerves, and her gut churned with revulsion as she vainly tried to twist her head to get her mouth off the thick, muscular girth pushing against her throat.  Her stomach tightened, her throat lurched.  Huts tried to repel the foul thing, but the beast was far too strong:  he held her hips steady with one arm, and had a hand on her head and neck, preventing any deviation of her head or mouth.

       Bella gagged and choked on the thing, which only grew thicker and harder as the monster’s sexual excitement took over.  There was no pulsing to his penetration—just a hard drive, ever harder into the girl’s painfully stretched mouth.

       “Uggggh…Uhhhh…MMMRGPH!”

       Bella choked, and the creature growled and kind of grumbled in some crude communication of sexual pleasure.

       Or was that a threat, demanding compliance?  Bella eased her head down against the rock floor, and tried to relax her muscles.  The less tension, the easier it would be, she figured.

       Then the wet, muscular, serpentine inner penis emerged.  Having a bit of experience at face-fucking, it just shot out, pushing down Bella’s throat, filling and stretching her esophagus.  The hairy base remained crammed into her mouth, filling it completely.  But the rest of his cock?  It drove in, pulled back out, and drove back in.  In and out, in and out!

       In, out, down Bella’s throat, and back into the sheath.  The thing just moved up and down her throat, over and over, over and over, faster, faster, faster—a foot long,  it slid up and down her esophagus, fucking her throat!  Bella lay on her back, rigid, the powerful humanoid  looming over her, as he raped her mouth again, fucking her throat all the way down down to her stomach.

       In, out, in, out!  Bella’s ordeal went on and on.  The massive rape cancelled her gag reflex.  As much as it hurt, Bella could accommodate  the big, eel-like thing as it moved in and out of her throat, fucking her, raping her.  The cock kept plunging into her throat, picking up speed, faster and faster, with piston-like rapidity.  The rest of the beast’s body was as still as stone.  Only that foot of hard, pink penis moved, into Bella’s throat and up, down and up, until finally it pushed out its maximum length, and the snake-like head pushed way deep into Bella’s stomach, and ejaculated a massive blast of semen, right into her gut!  The penis retracted, then immediately  pushed its way down, and the head was again deep into her stomach, as if a carnival sword swallower had shoved a closet rod down her throat.

       And Bella’s gut was hit with another shot of the beast’s cum.

       And another.

       And still another!

       Each ejaculation was probably about a coffee cup’s worth of the animal’s cock juice.  The humanoid was inordinately endowed—in the dark, Bella could sense his massive testicles swaying over her head while he raped her mouth and filled her guts with his cum.

       She felt a few more bursts.  He wasn’t quite done.  The hard slimy penis continued its piston-like thrusts into her.  Successive ejaculations were reduced, and Bella’s empty stomach was now filled with the creature’s semen.  The rate slowed down, and finally stopped, but the cock was still impaled in her throat, still hard, and little flows and gushes of cum continued to flow out of the bulbous tip, working down to her stomach.

       The thirteen-year-old girl had no idea how long she had been fucked in her mouth, but it was a long, painful time, whatever it was.  She lay beneath him, quiet and still, and recovered her breath.  Bella felt the cock begin to soften and retract its way out of her throat, larynx, and mouth, leaving behind residual gobs of inhuman cum behind.  She managed to swallow these, too.  The last bit, ejaculated into her mouth, was sickly sweet and disgusting, but she generated a bit of saliva and somehow swallowed the stuff. 

       When he was all done—and she was sure he was finished fucking her—she crawled away several feet to a little nest of leaves she had made for herself.  Bella curled up in a fetal position, and cried.  She cried for the pain, and the indignity of being raped by some kind of hairy primate.  She cried for being alone in the dark, being separated from her home and family, for being naked, and for not knowing whether she would ever survive this nightmare.

       Bella cried herself to sleep.

       And that is when the first nightmare occurred.    She was deprived of anything civilized, subsisted on the most vulger and primitive of diets, and could only manage occasional, faint glimpses of indirect sunlight up the passageway.   Her stomach had just been forcibly pumped with about a liter of animal jizz, and was working its way through her alimentary tract, where it would be digested;  she would benefit from  a vulgar nourishment of proteins, carbohydrates, and a fair bit of much-needed hydration.

       Her master grunted.  Stringy drips of his semen trailed over her face, as, like a selfish human husband, he retreated to his nest and quickly fell into a contended sleep.

       Left alone to recover from this latest violation, Bella fell into a fitful sleep. 

       But not a peaceful one.  She began to have bizarre dreams, and then graphic nightmares.

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       Bella saw herself.  She was older, in her mid-teens, and preparing to go to a party.  A bright pinksilk  dress is spread across her bed.  It is gay and elegant with a cute bodice cut to just above her perfect teenage breasts, and a full skirt that should swish and sway about her slender adolescent legs. 

Mummsie comes in.  Bella is has put on grown-up lingerie: a satin bra, matching white shimmery panties with attached suspender garters, and a frothy taffeta underskirt.   Mummsie picks up the dress, and it floats over her the girl’s auburn  head, down her shoulders, her white-satin bra, her rustling half-slip.  Mummsie zips it up, and ties a big lavender sash on her back with a big bow.  Mummsie kisses her and  leaves, closing the bedroom door.

       Bella sits on the bed.  Isn’t there supposed to be a big party?  A man comes in to her bedroom.  He is short, but powerfully built like a dockworker.  He is old, old enough to be her father.  Bella stands up—“Isn’t there a party?  I’m going to a party!”  He slaps her across the face, and Bella spins away, her beribboned red hair flying about her face, her skirt fanning out across the bed.

       “You’re the party!”

       Bella tries to sit up, but he punches her in the stomach.  “My tummy hurts!”  the girl moans.

       “Not as much as it will, very soon, too,” he growls, as he quickly strips his clothes off.  He is soon naked, and he has a short, muscular body, and he is very very hairy, like a Sicilian.  Oh, I hate Italian men, moans the girl.

       He climbs onto Bella.  “I will fuck you and put my baby in you,” he chuckles as his hands move all over her young teenage body.  “I want your titties!!”  he exclaims, and he rips the top of her beautiful pink party dress down.

       Through her white satin bra, he squeezes her breasts, and keeps saying all sorts of dirty things, “Yes, yes, very nice titties, they feel so good, they will make lots of milk for my baby!”

       “No, no, I don’t want to, where is my Mommy?”  Bella cries.

       “She will not come.  She gave you to me—you, and your tender young  body!  I am here alone with you.  I will do what I want with you, here, on your bed, Bella, I will fuck you, I will fuck you and put my man-thing deep into your pretty little body, and I will fill your little pussy with my semen, and then you will have my baby!”

       Bella pushes at him, but can’t.  She looks at her hands, and her palms are scratched and bleeding.  His hair!  He’s so hairy!  It’s scratched and cut her hands!  It’s like steel wool!  He pushes her down onto the bed, pinning her to the soft fourposter bed.  In the big mirror on her bureau, , Bella watches herself get raped.  He lowers his face to hers, and presses hard, wet kisses on her tender mouth.  He pushes his tongue into hers, digging it deep into her mouth, deep, deep, deep!  How could it be so long?  She feels his tongue at the back of her throat.

       Bella wants to throw up.  This is so sick, so disgusting!

       But she can’t.

       The man breaks the kiss, and lies on her.  His face is buried in a pile of freshly shampooed auburn hair, soft and fragrant, and he growls into her ear.  “You feel good beneath me, Bella.  You are making my penis very hard!  It is long and hard and wants to enter your virgin body, and shoot my sperm into you—sperm which will make my baby! 

He takes hold of her pretty fashion bra, right between the cups, and pulls it away with a powerful yank, throwing it on the floor.  Where did I get such beautiful breasts?” she strangely wonders, as they are large and full and firm and push nobly off her ribcage, without any settling. The man is squeezing and fondling and mauling her beautiful, proud breasts.  It must hurt! She thinks, but she can’t feel any pain, because she is watching herself from a distance, across the room, and the man plays with her tits with wild abandon, squeezing them, pushing them apart, flicking her nipples, sucking on them, biting them.  He lowers his face to her chest, and licks her nipples.  They—they, they stand up, firm and dark pink! He keeps saying, “Your breasts, your breasts, so perfect for my baby, you will make me a good baby!”

Her dress is pushed most of the way up her legs.  It falls about the bedspread, mixed with the shiny white of her petticoat.  She is wearing heels, and the tops of very costly stockings, clipped to white ribbon garters, are in full view.

Did her mother buy her this lingerie?  She has a vague image of opening birthday presents in front of her father.  Her father—her father!—gave them to her on her birthday!  Numbed, Bella lied on her back on her bed, while the man is ravaging her body and ripping her stockings and panties away, the bridal-quality lingerie her father gave her!

       Bella is pinned to her four-poster bed.  She looks up at the floral bed canopy, then at the mirror.  His mouth is on one of her breasts.  She can’t feel it, but he’s sucking her tit.  He sucks it and sucks it and sucks it.  His other hand is on her other tit, and he is tweaking that nipple between his thumb and middle finger.  It is large and pointed, standing up, as he twiddles his finger, all the while sucking the first breast.  Then he moves his mouth to her right tit, and starts sucking that one, too.

       His mouth still on her tits, he slides down her body, and pushes her dress all the way  up, exposing her light brown, red-tinged pussy.   Yards of shimmering pink satin are pushed to her sides, falling over the sides of the bed.  The hem of her skirt reaches the floor.  Mice are running around the floor—where did they come from?—and rats, too!—and they duck inside the silken folds of her the edges of her skirt.  The skirt is shimmering and shaking in the light as the rodents move about underneath her feminine finery.

       Some are climbing up inside her petticoat!

“Mommy!  Mommy!  Please, come help me, stop this man, he’s going to rape me!  And there are mice—and rats!”  The door remains closed,  Why did Mummsie put me in this beautiful dress, and leave me all alone in my bedroom for this hairy man to come in here and rape me?

       The man pays no attention to her cries and screams and tears. He rises onto his knees, and puts his hands on her breasts.  Straightening his arms, he bears down on her chest, and  squeezes her.   Now she can feel how it hurts—it  hurts a lot!  He squeezes them, then slaps them, left and right, and her large mammaries rock from side to side from the blows!  He kneels between her widely spread legs.  He has a huge penis, long, thick and hairy—so hairy!  It is standing up, hard as steel, looming over the girl’s bruised, teenage body.   He pushes her taffeta petticoat up, and it joins the dress, bunched over her flat teenage tummy, the glistening white taffeta falling away to Bella’s sides.

       The mice and rats find their way deeper into her skirts.   Bunches of them are scampering throughtout the folds of her skirts.  What are they doing, what are they looking  for?

       Bella knows what is coming next.  She opens her legs wider.   Why is she cooperating?  she wonders.   In a moment, the hairy beast of a man is lying between her smooth, slender thighs, and she sees his naked hairy ass rise slightly upward, and sharply fall down.  The auburn-haired teenager  looks deep into the mirror, and  sees herself shudder with  pain as his cock has entered her, violating her, plunging deeply and painfully into her young teenage cunt!  She is a virgin, and he rips through her maidenhead with heedless lust.   Bella screams and  writhes in agony as he mercilessly rapes her.  The thick hairy thing has gone deep into her fertile pussy, and he pumps away, his hips  rising and falling, rising and falling as he withdraws and slams his foul manhood back into her, over and over and over and overr!

       Now Bella is standing over the bed, looking down at herself, being violated, aghast. Her legs extended from beneath a flurry of white taffeta petticoat and pink silk party dress.  Her body rocks back and forth, and her firm breasts, rising above the shreds of her bodice, jiggle and sway about as the hairy man  violently rapes her. Her legs are stretched wide, and her feet dangle over the sides of her bed. One high-heeled satin pump has fallen off, onto the floor.  Another, with shredded nylon stocking about her ankle, is kind of dangling off her toes.   He is on his hands and knees, rocking back and forward as he fucks her, fucks her, fucks her.

       “Yes, Bella, my baby, my baby will be in you, you will bear my baby, Bella, my baby, Bella…”  Her little pussy is stretched and hurting.   “Please, stop, please, please…I didn’t do anything to deserve this, please, please, I beg you, stop,” Bella sobs.  The pain in her crotch is intense and unabating.  Bella’s rocks her head back and forth, sending her glossy red hair flying about the tasteful floral bedspread.

       He continues to rape her, and Bella’s bloodied hands are gripping the bedsheets, holding balls of crimson-stained cotton, and the rape continues, the man’s hairy haunches rising and falling as the long, hairy cock continues to violate  her young body.

       It was the mice that first emerge, climbing their way up her rustling skirts, attracted by the smell of girl-flesh and sex.  The rapist ignores them, and they start scampering around the bed, then jump onto her body, and run about her neck, shoulders, and beautiful firm breasts.  A few burrow into her lovely, long auburn hair, and are digging their claws into her scalp.   Two start licking a nipple. One manages to find its way into her ass crack, and is burrowing its way towards her asshole.

       Then a long, Norway rat emerges, gray-brown and hairy and big and fat, coming out of the pristine white of her petticoat.  The man continues to fuck her, oblivious to the rodents, as his body rocks forward and back, pummeling her virgin pussy with his long, hard dick.  Over and over, he exclaims what a wonderful birthday present she is, how beautiful she is with her dress ripped open, “like a pretty present your Mommie and Daddy gave me!”  he exclaims.  “And I will give you a birthday present—you will give birth to my baby!”

       His eyes are fixed on her lovely teen face while his long prick pummels her sore, tight girlhood.

Meanwhile, the rat claws its way out of the waistband of her petticoat.   Bella watches it as it moves to her arm, and starts  sniffing her armpit.  Bella is  paralyzed as it pushes  its snout against her armpit, nuzzling it, sniffing it, then licking it with a long, dry, raspy tongue! 

       Another rat pokes its snout out from the silken folds her of her skirts, along with several more mice.

       The man is still viciously and selfishly raping her,  inseminating her, impregnating her.  Bella thrashed beneath him, and her skirts billowed about, revealing more rodents. She can feel the man’s semen entering the tight confines of her pussy, but he keeps raping her!  Meanwhile, mice are digging their claws into her flat tummy, her chest, and one is even at her pussy!  The rodent’s claws are digging at the top of her cunt hair, while the man’s cock continues its assault on her cunt   She grippes the sheets, kicking her legs  in revulsion, as a rat climbs onto her rib cage and approached her left tit.

       The mice at her crotch dug their little heads into her cunt hair, heedless of the human penis being thrust in and out.  But her cunt is  moist, emitting intense female scents which excite the mice.

       The rat at her tit ambles up.

It sinks  his teeth right  into her nipple!

       More mice were  in her hair, and a mouse in her crotch started nibbling at her outer cunt lips.  Other mice were poking their snouts in her ears, crawling over her face, licking her lips and nostrils!  More mice and a few rats emerged from the folds of her skirts, and were running over her legs, arms, and head!

       Her cunt was in pain, inside and out, from the penis and the biting, and the rat on her chest was gnawing aggressively at her protruding nipple, drawing blood, tearing off the pretty pink tissue as it chewed away.

       And the hairy man’s penis grew larger inside her as he continued his rape.  More and more, his  hard, hairy cock  was forced into lovely little Bella, deeper and faster and harder and deeper,  and he kept exclaiming, “My baby, Bella, yes, you will bear my baby!  I will plant my seed in you, and you will bear my baby, Bella, yes, my baby, Bella….Bella….Bella!”

       The rape went on and on, and hurt so much, and Bella felt so dirty and ashamed and violated…

       The mice continued to run all over her, and more rats emerged from her skirts, biting her, tearing off pieces of her skin and flesh, and the mice also started biting her…

       Then she felt a burning inside her sore pussy.  He was coming in her, and his semen was hot!  Another blast of cum hit her insides, burning her more, and she felt like her cunt would explode!  “Yes, Bella, now you have been taken, possessed by me, and my seed will unite with your egg and you will have my little hairy baby!” 
       He withdrew.  His cock was still hard and upright, and a stream of semen shot up, arcing in the air like a boy peeing in the woods, and landed all over her face and chest.  Her hair is fanned out on the bed, and balls of gooey cum land on it, then on her face, her mouth, her breasts, and the rat, too.  Bella pushed herself up on her elbows, crawling backwards as the dirty, hairy man continued to ejaculate over her.  She pries the rat off her breast, but it takes  an inch of nipple and skin in its jaws with it. 
       Bella crawls  off the bed.  Her dress is soggy and pasty with cum.  She  rips and pulls her dress off.  Rat were hanging by their teeth off her other breast, her armpit, her tummy.  A mouse had crawled into her asshole, and only its tail was sticking out, wiggling and twitching.  Another mouse was halfway inside her cunt, its hindlegs kicking and clawing to get all the way inside.  Crying hysterically, Bella crawled into her closet, pulling and swatting at the rodents.  She crawled inside, pulling the door closed.

       The closet was full of snakes…

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       Bella awoke from that first of many nightmares.  The cave was quiet.  Her throat was sore, but she felt better.  The beast’s semen had been beneficial as source of nutrition and hydration.  Oddly, she was the better for it.  But it had raped her again, and she felt all the more violated and victimized.

       She did not know, yet, that she was pregnant, and that made the impregnation nightmare all the more horrifying.  She had just turned thirteen, and pregnancy was a very alien and unwelcome concept, something involving “adult” women and her very distant future.  The most sense she could make of her situation, so far, was that she was some kind of sexual plaything for some kind of evolutionary throw-back.  And that was part of her reality, but only a small, coincidental part.

       She had  rare opportunities to creep up the passageway and enjoy a bit of indirect light. Out in the real world, Summer was ending, and the daylight hours were shorter. Her humanoid master never allowed her to approach the passageway when he was present, checking her with menacing growls.  Further, most of the creature’s absences were at night, and, imbecile that he was,   he was always diligent to roll the log back over the entrance slit of her tomb-like cavern.  Mostly, Bella existed in near or absolute dark.  With time, she knew the precise lay-out of the place from memory.  Naked and barefoot, she had felt her way everywhere.  There was no exit, just the passageway.  There was a large, flat wall on one space, and it dropped to a tight crease on another.  She organized  nest for herself in a little hollow with leaves, where she cleared out sticks, rocks, and old bones, tossing them into the low-ceilinged corner she designated as a trash pit.  This allowed her to lie down or curl up with a slight degree of comfort. She combed the cave floor carefully, clearing it of bones—many were sharp and pointed—and rocks. There was lots of scat around the place, some old and dried, other more…fresh.  She tossed that into the trash pit, too. This “housekeeping” was important to her, giving her a semblance of control over her captivity.  But it constituted her only connection to civilization.

       And so Bella existed, hoping desperately for rescue, but she knew that was a very, very remote possibility.   Other times she contemplated her own death, considering suicide, or wondering whether her owner would kill her.  For reasons she could not fathom, she knew neither of those alternatives would occur. 

Something told her she was to be kept alive for some other reason.

       He continued to bring in various kinds of food, and periodically raped her orally, always depositing massive ejaculations of cum into her stomach.  After each occasion, she found she didn’t need to eat for a day or so, as her body processed this “food.”  She lived for pilfered human food, but lots of what she was given was carrion, wild berries, freshly killed animals, whatever.  Sometimes she was ravenously hungry, and there was no telling how long her humanoid mate had not provided for her.  Other times there was too much food, and she had to dispose of the excess in her designated trash pits, where it rotted, smelled, and fouled the little puddles of water that appeared from time to time.

       Bella began getting massive tummy aches.  Oftentimes they were caused by her bizarre diet, the loneliness, the chilly damp of the cave and the oral rapes she periodically endured.

       But after a while—it was a few months, not that Bella kept track of time—she noticed that her breasts were beginning to really swell.  This didn’t mean anything to her, because she realized her pubescent body was ripe for maturation.  But when her belly began to swell—along with increased stomach aches and enlarged breasts, the young teenager finally knew the truth.

       She realized that she had been suffering from morning sickness.

       Oh, no.  On, no-no-no-I’m not, It can’t be—me, pregnant! No—it’s just not possible! I’ve never even had a period!

       But pregnant she was.  She spent a great deal of time brooding over this—time she had in abundance. She didn’t think different species could mate.  But she had been a very bright schoolgirl in the life sciences.  Bella figured that this creature was close enough to her human genome to have successfully mated her.

       And so she hated him even more.  She eventually concluded that he was a rare representative of some obscure, nearly extinct primate, and that he was resisting extinction by mating her.

       Bella had all sorts of names for him.  “Bastard.”  “Son-of-a-bitch.”  “Asshole.”  “Cretin.” “Demon.”  “Shit-for-brains.” “Neanderthal wannabe.”  And so on.  But she stopped calling him “Motherfucker.”  That was too painfully close to the truth.

       Time crept on in the cold darkness. The creature would increasingly  push her on her back and orally rape her, and these incidents filled her with semen, a bit less terror—she was used to it by now—but more nightmares came.

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       It was her thirteenth birthday, again.  She has gone to sleep, wearing her pretty pink nightie.  The stuffed, white plush unicorn is sitting on her night table.  It is the middle of the night, and a bright, silvery moon floods her bedroom with its mystic light.  Bella wakes up, and looks out the window.  There is a white horse outside—her unicorn! There is no stuffed animal on her night table.  The unicorn—it’s out on the lawn!   It’s come to life!

       Delighted, she slips out of bed, the skirt of her nightdress pushing up her thighs as her feet alight upon  the floor, then slips  down her slender legs to her knees.  It is a warm Summer night, and in her excitement, she takes no time to dress, or even to grab a robe.  She opens her bedroom door, and steals down the hall, down the stairs.  Her birthday nightdress puffs about her lithe legs as she lightly trots down to the front door.  She steps outside, into the warm, moonlit summer night.  Walking across the soft lawn, the nylon of her nightdress ripples about  as she approaches the magnificent beast.  He is tall and white and sinewy!   He utters  a soft “neighhhhh” of recognition as she approaches, and snorts.

       “Unicorn?”

       …(snort)…

       “Are you really my unicorn?”

       He stomps a forefoot, pawing the lawn.

       Bella reaches out, and strokes his head, then runs her fingers through his mane, and finally is stroking and rubbing his neck, shoulders, flanks, and back to his head.  Big dark eyes look at her affectionately.

       “Can I ride you?”

       The steed remains still.  Bella moves to his flank, and pulls herself upon his back, swinging an athletic leg up and  over.  Soon  she is sitting upon the muscular beast.  She adjusts the skirt of her nightdress, and pink nylon flows down her sides, spread across the back of the animal, and down the flanks, covering her pretty legs.

       She is bareback upon the steed.

       Her naked loins stradle the muscular back of the large mythic beast.

       “Let’s go!”  Bella cries out gaily, and nudges his flanks with a slight  push from her heels.  And then, smoothly, powerfully, nobly, the unicorn is galloping across her lawn, then across the street, through back yards, and over fences and hedges with an ease and smoothness that would defy real equestrians.   Bella is in mythic heaven, as she looks at the three-foot-long unicorn atop her steed’s forehead  pierce the night.  She grips his mane and he sure-footedly flies through the night.  Long, auburn hair whips behind her shoulders, and light silken pink nylon billows and blows about young  legs as her sturdy stallion  gallops and gallops, gallops and gallops.  Then they are in a large field, far from civilization.    He slows and stops  at a high stone wall.

       He is  barely breathing heavily.  Bella, however, is breathless with excitement.

       “Had enough for a while, boy?”

       She slips down, and her silken skirt drags behind her as her smooth buttocks slide down the hide of the creature.  She alights barefoot on the field, flicking her auburn tresses over her shoulders, down her back.

       “Wow, that was something!  Where are we, fella?”  She is petting and stroking his head.  Oh, how she loves her mighty unicorn!

       He snorts, and shakes his head, the mane tossing back and forth.  Tthen he backs away.  Bella steps towards him, but he backs away, bowing his head.   She reaches for the unicorn, and touches the tip of the large bone, wrapping her delicate  fingers around it.  She makes a fist, then runs her hand down it, then back up.  Bella puts her other hand on the long, hard protrusion, and soon her hands are softly gripping it, pulling on it, caressing it. It is hard and smooth and pointed.  Bella is enchanted by it.   Feminine ministrations are all over it, pulling on it, stroking it, both hands feeling the smooth, hard pole, running her small hands  from its base, up to the tip.

       The steed is becoming more agitated.  He shakes his head, and finally lunges forward, knocking her down on the grasses.  Bella lands on her firm teenage butt, and her nightdress blossoms out in a circle.

       “Hey, what was that all about?”  she exclaims merilly. .  “I thought you liked that!” 

       The unicorn responds with a snort.

       Bella returns to her feet, and approachs her pet.  She reaches  out for the unicorn’s horn again, and puts both hands around it.  “I love your horn, boy,” she cooes.  “I don’t know….there’s something….I just, well, I just love it!”  And she continues to caress it.  Then  the steed rears  back, and rises  up on his hind legs, high, his forelegs kicking at the air, as he issues a loud, “Neighhhhh!!!”

       Bella retreats in fright and astonishment, backing up against the stone wall.  She can see the stallion’s penis in the moon light. It is huge, hanging from his rear section, waving menacingly at her.  It is big—getting bigger—and something is beginning to emerge from inside it—a length, of, what—more penis! There is cock inside the cock, and it is coming out!

       Bella presses herself back against the wall.  The unicorn lands onto four feet again, and approached her, his head down, the horn pointing out, and down, at her.  He stops a few feet from her, and lowers his head, as though he is about to graze.

       The tip of the horn is  about knee-level to Bella.

       It moves forward, between her legs, and then rises up. It hooks the hem of  her nightdress, gathering it in a large drape as  the tip moves up, up, up between Bella’s young, slender legs.

       She presses herself back against the stone wall, frightened and confused. The animal raises his head, slowly, slowly, lifting the pink satin  with his horn.   She can tell that his eyes are focused on her…crotch…as the horn travels  slowly upwards, collecting more nylon skirt on its tip as it continues its journey.

       Bella presses herself back against the hard rock with all her might; of course, it does not give way.  Finally the horn tip is at the opening of her virgin pussy, and she can feel it moving up and down her cunt lips, up and down.  It doesn’t  enter her, but it is exploring the most intimate part of her anatomy.  The thirteen-year-old is  as still as stone, barely breathing, as she endures this shocking and terrifying action of her beloved pet!

       A few minutes pass, while the sharp tip of his horn lightly pokes and digs around Bella’s crotch.   The unicorn steps  backwards, and the material of her skirt is stretched tight, pulling away from her body  by the pernicious  pole.   She looks  down, and sees  the tip rip through the nylon, slowly at first, then a long, hard rip.  The unicorn pulls back, pulling the skirt tight, and he rips  it asunder, starting with a hole around the schoolgirl’s crotch, then down the front, all the way to the ribbon-trimmed hem, which is also torn apart, leaving a dangling piece of satin trim falling about about Bella’s trim ankle.

       “He—he—he ripped my brand-new nightie!”  Bella gasps, as she surveys the ruined lingerie.  “What—why—he just ripped it, tore it, with his—his—horn!”  She remains still, paralyzed and bewildered,  pressed back against the stone wall.

       The unicorn steps forward, his head lowered again, the horn protruding forward—but now it looks  menacing.  Bella reaches forward, thinking perhaps she can assuage its anger or viciousness or whatever it is that is disturbing it.  She barely touches the thing, and he flickes his head—and horn—to the side, batting her hand away in undisguised rejection. 

       The tip of the horn slips  inside the halves of the ripped skirt, and begins to move up again, in between her legs.  Bella squeezes her legs together, but to no avail.  The thing digs into the skin of her right thigh, drawing blood.  She feels the cut, and the blood oozing down her thigh, her knee, her calf.  She has never been cut before, not like this.  She feels, well, violated!

       And that’s when the truth hit her. “ Unicorns are pure!”  she thought.  “They’re PURE!   Ohmygod, I was touching his horn…his horn…his horn has sexual feelings!  OH, no, oh NO!”

The horn has returned  to the top of her thighs.  She clenches her knees tightly, and tries to push it away.  It won’t budge.  She strokes it, hoping to placate the strangely belligerent steed, but it snorts, shakes  his head, and  turned his horn away from her.

“Please, Unicorn, don’t be angry—I only want to be nice to you—please, please…I didn’t know—I just want…to…”

The unicorn lowers his head, his eyes glaring at the pretty schoolgirl.   The horn is  poised, straight out, even with her knees.  The point moves between her legs.  Bella squeezes her legs tightly together and every muscle in her young body is rigid.  The horn travels up between her thighs, scratching her soft skin.  A trickle of blood emerges from the crease of her joined thighs.  Bella sucks in her tummy.  The sharp point moves up, higher, scraping and scratching the soft skin of the girl-woman’s inner thighs.

It is at the thin, pink lips of Bella’s hairless cunt.  The point of the horn slides inside. Bella presses herself back against the rock wall, mortified with fear and dread.  The unicorn’s head is steady, almost flat on the ground, as he raises his head, pushing his horn into the virgin’s cunt!  Slowly, steadily, perniciously, the sharp-tipped horn moves into her, up, sliding through the dry, tight tissues of the young girl.

Bella gasps  as he continues this  penetration.  She feels a stabbing pain—then more pain—oh, it’s agonizing!   More blood trickles, then flows,  down her thighs.  She begins to get dizzy, but escape into unconsciousness eludes her.  The horn moves up, up, slowly—the point reachest the top of her pussy, and, and….it’s not stoping—not stopping stopping! 

IT  IS NOT STOPPING—It is  GOING IN DEEPER--DEEPER!!

Bella feels her immature pussy  ruptured as the  sharp stabbing point against, and then pokes through her cervix.  It is  now  agonizingly horrible.  The white unicorn continues to lift  his powerful head, and the horn on its forehead proceeds  up another slow, excruciatingly painful two inches.

The horn enters her little womb, mercilessly pushing up, up, up.  Her womb is aflame with pain, and more blood flows down the girl’s creamy pink thighs.

Then it penetrates  her abdomen, piercing the membrane that contained her guts.
Bella is frozen with adrenalin, staring ahead almost vacantly.  She enters a state of shock, but is still fully conscious.  Her senses have not yet shut down—she feels every injury of her impalement.

Blood pours copiously out of her gutted cunt now.

The horn moves  up another inch, two inches, three inches more!  The horn is deep in her belly, skewering her intestines and other organs, and her abdomen is fast filling with blood.

She tries to scream, but nothing comes out.  Her larynx produces only  a weak, pathetic gurgle.

The thing was now deep into her abdomen, and Bella can  take it no more.  She gasped for breath as more blood spills down her legs—it is gushing now, and she is covered with crimson, from her vagina to her feet.

The lovely girl gasps and inhales, now clenching her tummy, reaching vainly for the base of the pole that is impaling her, but she can’t reach it.  She loses her balance, and startes falling forward.  The beast pushes  his head directly between her calves.  The unicorn is directly beneath her, and Bella’s blood is pouring all over her pure white hide and mane.   He stabs upwards  at, and through, her girlhood.   Bllood drips down, down, down from his  penetration of Bella’s pristine young body.

Bella is becoming a bit feint, but not enough to blot out the sensations of injury and doom wracking her.  She breathes  in short staccato breaths.  The horn is now deeply  implanted in her belly, and all the way up to her stomach.  This is also ruptured, and her gastric juices leaked into her duodenum, mingling with the copious blood there.

Bella’s  face is  white with the shock caused by blood fromfrom her brain. Her mouth gapes wide-open.  Her eyes are glazed,  staring straight ahead.  She beholds  the massive haunches of the white unicorn, hard and firm with male muscle, but beyond that the moon-lit nightscape is  a hazy void. 

The animal lifts  his head higher.  It is even with her knees, now;  then it is  between her thighs, and  the horn tip is alongside her heart, barely missing it.   It threads  her throat, pushing  up, up to her mouth.  The unicorn’s muscular neck lifts his head all the way, and Bella’s blood-soaked torso slides downward.  Her ripped pussy lands atop  the steed’s head, her crimson-smeared  thighs straddling his temple and jowls.  With this last upward motion , he simultaneously flicks  his strong neck down. Bella’s head snaps backwards, forcing  her face upwards.  Hher mouth aligns with her throat and the hard, pointed bone that was completes  its vertical imaplement. Thehard horn emerged from Bella’s mouth, scraping against her nose.

The schoolgirl is now completely impaled on the unicorn’s horn, from her tight, bleeding cunt, all the way through her torso, up to and out of her mouth.

There is not much consciousness left inside the lovely child’s oxygen-starved brain.  But in her nightmare of consciousness, Bella sees  herself lifted high on the steed’s head, her arms dangling like a raggedy-anne doll, and her creamy-skinned legs, drenched with her blood, hung limply astride the mythic beast’s head. The ripped skirt of her nightie, heavy with blood, flaps about.   He gallops about the field with the girl impaled atop his head, as though her were showing off a trophy.  Finally, with a massive lurch of his powerful neck, he catapults  the limp, half-dead  body of the girl onto the field, where it lands in a crumpled thud. 

The dreaming Bella is barely conscious, aware only of total agony  and impending death.  She is yet aware of the unicorn galloping around her in a tight circle—some kind of ritual dance? Finally, at last, he halts  at her twisted legs, and paws her with his forefeet.  After breaking several ribs and crushing her nose, jaw, and cheek muscles, he rises  upon his hind feet.  Through blurry eyes, she looks up at his huge cock, hard and pointed and stretched to its full length.

Something sprays  out of it, like large white balloons.  Big, white bubbles, floating softly, slowly through the air, shootingt out of his big, big cock, up into the air in a long arch, they floated down, down, down, landing on her—her face, her body, her pink nightgown, all over her—covering her with his animal semen.

The unicorn stays  upright on two rear hooves for some time, ejaculating over and over, until her blood is  thoroughly mixed with animal cum.  It is the last thing Bella was aware of in this recurring nightmare, except that he ran over her many times, trampling her body beneath huge, hard hooves, and then finally galloping off into the mystic dark of night.

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       Bella did not know how much time had passed in her dark tomb.  The occasional  glimpses of a bit of indirect daylight offered no guidance to her body clock.   In the constant chill, she lost track of seasons, but she was pretty sure winter had passed.

But she did know that her belly was growing.  Morning sickness came and went, but eased up as she moved into the next phase of pregnancy.

       All she could do was sit about the cave, eat the wretched offerings her captor brought her, and exist.  She re-lived all of her life, and plotted out the rest of it should she ever manage an escape or get rescued.  She prayed in irregular increments, as she fluctuated between hope and despair.  She contemplated suicide, but didn’t know how to effect it, except for maybe stabbing her wrists with a sharp bone.

       There was nothing to interrupt or define the passage of time.  The only variation was how she felt, and what disgusting food item was given to her.  Even his oral rapes had become routine, kind of.  He would come in, holding some piece of meat or collection of produce or bakery items he had gathered, and grouse around for a while.  She knew he had sex on his mind when he came over and sniffed her cunt or stroked her grimy hair.  Even in total dark, she could detect his emerging erection.  At first, she tried to satisfy him by masturbating it, hoping to forestall another oral penetration by jerking him off.  But that only excited him the more, and resulted in more violent rapes of her mouth Then he would push her towards that sloped area, and Bella would “assume the position,” lying on her back, feet upslope.  He would drag his long, smelly primary penis over her face and dig it into her hair a bit, while his penile extension began to emerge. 

       Then Bella would tilt her head back, and open her mouth.  She had learned just what angle offered him the best angle, and he would plant the nub of his prick on her lips, and push the hard, hairy end deep into her mouth, filling it to the back.  Then the rest of his prick would emerge, going down her throat.  Sometimes it kind of eased down, other times he was especially excited and it would rocket into her throat like that of a horny college boy.  Either way, it usually hurt, and Bella never got used to these rapes. Not psychologically, not physically, and not morally. Now that the objective of pregnancy had been achieved, the pheromone-induced enchantment of the first rapes was never repeated:  she was totally aware of every rape.

       She hated this creature.  Bella contemplated ways she could kill him, but nothing feasible ever entered her bright young mind.  She couldn’t imagine getting an effective blow on his head in the dark, not even with a good-size rock.  Or stabbing him deeply enough with a sharp bone.  Every time he left, she tested the log at the entrance, but it was always in place when he was absent, and she could never budge it.

       There was one event that was unusual, so strange that it was as close to a “relationship argument” as could be managed between the child-woman and the humanoid.  Bella continued to maintain “housekeeping,” in the sense that she had, by feel in the dark, cleared the place of loose rocks and garbage, depositing them in the “trash bins” she had designated.  She also relieved herself in out-of-the-way locations, and gathered up the humanoid’s shit.  It wasn’t much, but it was the only way Bella could manage to maintain any semblance of control over her life or her identity as a thirteen-year-old human girl.

       It was during her “home chores” that she discovered something.

       A bit of nylon cloth.  It was dirty, and encrusted with dirt and blood, but she knew what it was—the remnant of her pink nightie—what she had worn when she was kidnapped and raped!  Bella thought back.  When she had been kidnapped, he had forced her towards the cavern.  But at the entrance, when she had fought back, he had dragged her by her long auburn hair into his lair. 

       It was then that the nightdress had ripped off her—and had, to her thinking,  remained on the ground outside, all this time!  Her heart sank as she realized that what might have been a marker to her whereabouts for searchers was not, and had never been, available as a marker of her presence in the vicinity.  But she picked it up anyway, holding it, fingering, stroking it.  It was something from the real world—an emblem of her previous life!  She laid it out on a flat rock, her fingers serving as eyes, and examined the pathetic remains of her birthday present—her once pretty, pink nightie.  About a half, maybe more, of the skirt was there.  Some of the bodice.  Both straps were ripped.

       She lifted it up, and slid the filthy garment over her head,

remembering when she had opened the gift box and how thrilled she was to receive it.   It had been her parents’ present—her first adult lingerie!  It had felt so good, next to her skin, lying in bed that night…that night…the night she was kidnapped, raped, incarcerated, impregnated!  S

Now, she was fat with humanoid baby now.  The thing was ripped enough that it covered her, somewhat.  Bella spread the wider section of nylon skirt over her legs, smoothing it and touching it.

       It was a pathetic totem of her life as a civilized girl—and such a wreck!  Like her captive life!  Bella began to cry, as she ruminated on how happy her life was as a thirteen-year-old schoolgirl, and what a wretched existence she now endured as the creature’s concubine incubator.  How she hated and despised the vile hairy demon who had selected and mated her!

       Bella was deep in thoughts of revenge alternating with self-pity when she heard the log being moved aside up the passage way, and the beast descended the passageway into the den.  She suddenly realized that the nightdress had been inside the lair for some time—he had obviously recovered it long ago, and brought it inside as some kind of trophy or totem.

       Or…fetish? Bella was too young to know about sexual fetishes, but a flash of memory hit her and she remembered how he had fondled the nightdress several times during the night he had abducted and raped her.  The pink nylon had some kind of enchanting influence on him, seeing how he had recovered it, kept it, and, interestingly, hidden it from her!

       He was at the entrance to the cavern now, and Bella was chilled to think that whatever was going in his stupid brain, this nightgown was important to him!  Like a child caught with a forbidden possession, the schoolgirl quickly started to pull it over her head, but too late:  the humanoid, with his excellent night vision, had caught her.  She heard him coming through the dark towards her. Bella stopped, frozen with confusion and fear.  The beast was upon her in a flash.  He picked up a bit of nylon skirt, gently tugging it at her, and growled.

       “What’s the problem, you ugly shithead?”  Bella retorted.

       Grrrrrr……

       “Hey, I’m just putting on my clothing.  It is mine, you know!”

       He pulled at it again, a little harder, but almost careful not to rip the fragile thing.

       “I don’t get much chance to be fashionable, you know, you soulless stupid girl-fucker.  Look, I’m carrying your baby, or whatever it is you put inside me, the least you can do is let me keep what’s mine!”

       Bella’s voice rose to high pitch.  She began crying.  Is this what I’m down to?  she thought. Arguing with a stupid animal over a ripped scrap of  nylon?  But it’s all I’ve got!  Bella hadn’t cried in quite a while, but the pent-up hurts caught up and she let out a torrent.  She started to crawl away from her captor, holding the skirt carefully so as not to rip it any more, when the  creature pushed her forward, and she sprawled onto her big pregnant belly, with an “ummmph!”

       She tried to craw away further, and managed to get to a little ledge, which contained a kind of a recess.  He shoved her ass, and her protruding stomach fell into the hollow.

       Then she felt the animal moving to her rear.  She tried to get up, but he pushed her down again, forbidding her.  She had learned not to resist these “directions”—he could be vicious and vindictive in his emotionally stupid way.  He started touching her, sort of like when he had first kidnapped and raped her.  He hadn’t done this in some time—he usually just shoved her onto her back and forced his prick into her mouth—but this time he was touching her hair, her back, and she could feel that he was fingering and playing with the nylon. This was something new:  he was sort of stroking and fondling her!

She started to get up, but was rudely pressed down again.

       Her face met rock, and got bruised.

       Again.

       The thing was playing with her skirt, pinching it, lifting it up, and watching, with his nocturnal eyes, as it fell down her ass and legs.  Bella lay there, powerless to resist, as he toyed with her, and occasionally pressed his face against her ass crack, savoring the smell of her newly adult body.

       Then she felt him straddle her body.  This surprised—and alarmed—her. He had shown no interest in her vagina since that first, vicious rape that had impregnated her.  He had relieved his libido only by fucking her mouth and throat.  He wouldn’t… she thought, No, he couldn’t…

       Bella’s fears were confirmed in a horrific moment, as she felt the nub of his prick nestled at the bottom of her ass crack. Then, then—

       A shooting pain entered her asshole, as the inner cock emerged in a flash, penetrating hard and deep into her bowls. 

       “Ooomph!  Ohhhh…Oh, no…UGGGH!” 

       Bella tried to crawl forward, but she was pinned by the animal’s intensely muscular frame.  The cock continued in, again, deeper, and Bella felt another jab of  rough pain. The rosette of her asshole was crudely stretched  wide, and her rectum was violated with the vicious viper of his hard pink penis.

       As with his other rapes, he moved his body little, if at all.  He just kept her pinned hard against the rocks, while his massive cock rammed into her, driving deep and hard into her bowls.  The thing exited the external penile sheath like a piston, fast, in-and-out, driving into her asshole.  It explored greater and greater depth, pushing hard and rough  into her nether regions.

       The girl, now fourteen, lay in the dark, suffering, as the stabbing prick impaled her soft tissues, and was soon covered with blood.  It penetrated the deepest reaches of her rectum, where it jammed its way in and out for many long, agonizing minutes.  Then it pushed and prodded its way into Bella’s colon.  The miserable schoolgirl had endured so many painful indignities at the hands—and cock—of the humanoid beast.

       And now this!

       She clenched her fists and tightened her face. There was nothing she could possibly do, but simply hang on and hope she wasn’t seriously wounded.  The thing continued his rape, and had a good ten or twelve inches of animal cock shoving up the schoolgirl’s backside with each thrust.  Bella let out a grunt or an “ugh!” with every reaming of her virginal asshole.

       The rape went on and on.  The animal was, well, an insatiable animal.  His uninformed libido had somehow learned to stretch out sex for maximum pleasure, so there was no indication of where he was in terms of sexual excitement—the fucking just went on, and on, and on.  Every time Bella thought asshole had been stretched as far as she could be, she would experience a new stabbing of sharp pain as he found a different angle or managed a deeper penetration.

  There was more to this assault than the mere animal pleasure of, well, fucking.

       He was deliberately, maliciously,  raping her.  In his incognizant crude little brain, he was actually punishing her by raping her—in her asshole!

       And so this new violation  went on.  The child-woman could hardly breath, even with her belly and chest pressed in to the hollow in the rocks.  The rape progressed, and all Bella could do was grip the rocks, and endure the reaming of her butt.  It was over almost as fast as it began.  There was no increase in speed, grunts of  pleasure, or any kind of indication that he the animal was finishing.  But suddenly she felt a gush of heat in her guts, a powerful pressure inside her buttocks,  and she knew he was ejaculating

       He came in her, and came in her some more.  Not only was there the warmth of the semen, but Bella experienced a definite sense of pressure as he pumped his cum into her.  It was kind of like when he raped her mouth, filling her stomach, except this was further down, and up her asshole.

       When he was done, he withdrew quite quickly.  There was none of the slowing down, diminishing gushes of cum she was familiar with when he raped her mouth.  He just finished and the penis was retracted into the outer sheath, and he was finished.

       Except for one last thing.

       Bella felt a pull on the shredded nightgown that was still around her, and then it was ripped off her back.

       He took the thing back, and the prostrate, pregnant girl could hear him scampering back to the corner where he kept his nest.  The bastard! she  thought.  The only thing I’ve got—it was my  fuckin’ birthday present—he kidnaps me and rapes  me, on my fuckin’ birthday—it’s mine, and he takes it and keeps it! 

       Bella started to crawl towards the humanoid’s personal area. .

He growled.                

Bella backed off. Such an otherwise despicable shred of blood-stained, filthy material, it was now something of value.  The humanoid would keep the trophy.

As the girl lay in her nest and brooded, two horrendous truths hit her:  Her master got a sexual kick from the possession and touching of the soiled nightgown, and—worse—they had just had a “couple’s argument!”

Which he had won.

       Sometime later on, he left to forage or hunt for food.  As usual, Bella checked the cavern entrance, and sure enough, the heavy log was rolled in place.  On her hands and knees, fat and pregnant, Bella crept back into the lair.  She crept over to her captor’s nest, careful not to get cut on some sharp bone—she could maintain “housekeeping” only in “her” area and the common ground.  She felt around, and found the bit of nylon.  She took it back to her little nest, clutching it, this pathetic souvenir of her previous, normal, happy life. 

       Bella found a little area that was still smooth and rather clean, and held it to her face, caressing her cheek with it.  Connected to memories of herself as a happy daughter and innocent schoolgirl, she fell contentedly asleep.

       For a while.

       She fell asleep, only to have a fresh nightmare darken her troubled soul.

       Like so many, it started out with a happy scenario.

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       Bella saw herself sitting in some kind of a stand, under a tented canopy.  She looks to her side, and there is her father—he’s a King!  And Bella is a Princess!  He is wearing a royal red robe, and has a light golden crown, adorned with filigree of oak leaves and gems.  Bella wears a pink gown, with large, full sleeves, a scoop neckline that shows her emerging,  maidenly breasts, and a long, voluminous skirt.

       All in soft, dainty pink!

       Save  for the white petticoat.  A satin flounce glistens in the morning sunlight.

       All the nobility of the kingdom has come out to watch knightly combat.  A knight, all in white , rides his war steed to the royal stand and salutes Bella’s father.  He then lowers his lance to the Princess, and Bella drapes a long, pink chiffon scarf on the tip.  The knight catches his Lady’s color, and fastens it to the plume of his helmet.

       It streams  gaily behind him in the breeze, as he trots out to the field of combat.  In the distance is the adversary—a swarthy knight, in black armor, on a black stallion, with a black lance.  He bears a black color on his helmet.

       The official approaches the center of the arena, and signals for the joust  to commence.  The two knights trot towards each other, lances erect.  Next,  they cantor.  Finally, with lances lowered, they charge centerward at a fierce gallop.

       Unexpectedly, the pink scarf on the plume of the White Knight is blown forward!  It whips forward, and somehow gets wrapped around the helmet visor!  He can’t see!  He gallops on—and in an tragic instant, the Black Knight’s lance hits his breastplate, and he’s dismounte!  He stumbles to his feet, and reaches for his broadsword, but the Black Knight has reversed, and charges. The sword is no match for the lance, and he is mortally impaled at the separation between the breastplate and the abdominal armor!

       Bella’s champion has been dismounted—defeated—killed!  He lies on the field of battle, blood pouring  from the gaping hole in his armor.

       The Black Knight dismounts, and stands  over the White Knight’s corpse.  He reaches down, and rips off Bella’s pink scarf.  Triumphant, he marches to the Royal viewing stand, and presents it to the King. Bella is white with misgivings.  She looks at her father.  He is ashen-faced.  The Black Knight clenches the pink chiffon, waving it, wordlessly—claiming the victor’s spoils.  Her father, the King, weeping, averts his eyes from his lovely, innocent daughter.

       He nods his ascent.

       The Black Knight has won Bella!  Crying, she buries her head in the folds of her silken lap.  Rude hands grab her arms, and she is stood up between two black-robed hooded figures.  They lead her down the stairs and present the Princess to the victor.  He points to the center of the field with a nod, and they lead the lovely teenage princess there. 

       “Stand still.  Do not resist!” one of them growls into her tender ear.  “Disobey him—displease him in any way—and it will be much, much worse for you!”

       Bella stands in the middle of the field.  All the eyes of the kingdom are upon her!  The Knight approaches, his helmet removed, exposing a dark, hairy face and unkempt hair.  He has a large nose with large nostrils.  He approaches her, and lowers the bloody tip of his lance to the hem of Bella’s silken gown.  With the hooded figures at her side, Bella stands there, and the crimson-tipped lance  lifts up the hems of her gown and her petticoat.  Her young breasts heave with fear and shame.  Up, up, up—her skirts are lifted, exposing her modesty to all!  Slowly and methodically, the lance lifts the Princess’s skirts.  Bella can feel the cold, steel-spiked tip, still wet with her champion’s blood, on the soft inside skin of her thighs.  Then it is brushing against her silken pantaloons, and finally the sharp thing nestles at the inside top of her thighs, right against her crotch.

       Bella stands still, enduring the humiliation of her intimate regions exposed to public view, and the tip moves in and out, right against the crotch of her pantaloons.  Through her costly undergarments, the Princess feels the cold, hard, sticky-wet point of the lance crudely explore her privates.  Right in the middle of the field, before all!  Bella breathes harder, and begins to sweat, as her body responds against her moral training.

       Finally the Black Knight drops his lance, and her skirts flutter down.  The attendants step forward and unfasten his armor.  Underneath the steel skin, he is completely naked; Bella beholds his strong, muscular, hairy body!  She looks at his loins—and beholds a massive penis, emerging from a thick nest of black pubic hair, hard and upright, pointing right at her!

       Bella’s arms hang limply to her side as the black-haired knight steps forward.  He takes her head in his hand, pushing her long, auburn  hair back over her shoulders and back.  Grabbing her glossy locks at the nape, he points her face up towards him, then wraps her silken hair around a big, hairy fist.  The girl stands compliant and passive as he presses his lips against hers, hard and wet, and the innocent girl is kissed for the very first time.

       She feels his tongue, and is shocked--long and snake-like, it is  pushed into the inner reaches of her mouth!

       “Thou art my wench, now, Bella.  Thou art a bitch, no longer a princess, and nothing but a dog’s mate.  And I will mate thee, Bella, here and now!  And I will show unto the assemblage what a whore thou art, Bella!  Look at thy bosom, my whore, and behold the passion that burns within thy breast!”

       Bella glances  down, and, indeed, her chest is heaving. His hands are on the neckline of her pink silk gown, and he rips it down to her waist!  She lifts her hands to cover her corselet-encased breasts, but he bats them away.  Bella covers her face in shame as she hears the crowd of nobles and peasants cheer and laugh at her humiliation.  But he pulls her hands down, and slaps her face several times, sending her long red hair flying back and forth. The black-robed attendants hold her arms, pinning them to the small of her back, and the Black Knight slides his fingertips down inside her corselet, and cups her apple-sized tits. 

       Bella feels heat flush her face, and, strangely, her breasts feel warm—no, hot!—as the Knight’s large hands cup and fondle her teenage tits!  She is slightly aware that the attendants have pulled down the back of her gown, and are cutting away the drawstrings of her corselet.  Their task accomplished, the Knight withdraw his hands, and grips the white satin undergarment, yanking it away.

       Bella is held there, her arms immobilized behind her, stripped to the waist!  The Knight’s hands return to assail her bosom yet again.  She is in her mid-teens, and they are evenly round, firm, and sag not.  He places his massive hands over them, and massages them, cupping them, fondling them crudely, yet not forcefully.  The young princess can do nothing but endure the humiliation as her body is manhandled for the very first time.  The shame is somehow compensated by warm feelings deep within her maidenly bosom.  Bella is under the thrall of the muscular, hairy Black Knight:  he looms before her, naked, his huge manhood hard, upright, and proud!—indeed, he is brazenly naked—his manhood rampant!—before the entire kingdom!

       “Thy countenance is as red as thy tresses, Princess Bella!”  he mocks.  “Is it shame?  I daresay, nay, thou slut!  It is passion—yeah, it is lust—pure, maidenly lust!”  He grabs her crudely by her young breast tightly nows, and pulls her towards him. 

She tries to pull back, but cannot break the powerful grip of his fingers on her bosom.  “Nay, nay, thou hurtest me, my Lord!”  she squeals.  But the desire to submit to this beast of a man exceeds the pain and humiliation.

       Bella finds herself pulled against him.  A massive hand has gripped her auburn hair at her nape, and pushed her head to more wet,  obscene kisses.  The other is at the small of her small derriere, pulling her tightly to him.

       Through her gown, through her petticoats, she can feel his mighty hand on her ass, pulling her against his huge cock.  Bella feels faint.  She is experiences sensations she had never dreamed of—his wet lips, and his tongue, assailing her mouth, and that huge, hard cock pushing against her, through her clothes.

       And the certainty that before long that massive penis will despoil her unsullied body!!

       Bella’s breathing is hard, and her heart is racing.

       He stands back and looks at her.

       “Pull up thy skirts, Princess!  Show the kingdom thy privates!”

       Woozy, she grips a fold of pink silk, and pulls it upwards.  Then another handhold of pink, and then more.  Her gown is pulled up to her waist.

       The flat of his hand strikes her cheek, reddening it even more.  Bella’s long, auburn hair flies across her face.  Then her other cheek receives a blow. Her hair whips forward, then over her shoulder and back.  She lets go of the gathered silk, and it drifts down.

       “All of thy skirts, thou whore!  Skirts and petticoats alike!”

       Another slap, and the enchantment of public lust takes flight.  Bella is freshly aware of her plight—her gown stripped to the waist, the conqueror’s victorious power over her—his nakedness, and the upright proclamation that he will have his way with her, right here on the field of battle, before the assembled masses!

       Bella begins to cry.  She bends down, and gathers up the hems of her full skirts, scooping them up to the top of her thighs.  Suddenly the Knight is upon her, pulling her head back by her hair.  He glowers into her eyes, and his foul breath blasts her senses.

       “To the top, slut!  Show thyself!  Lift thy skirts to the top!”

       The humiliated princess pulls the bundled silks and linens higher, to her waist.  Her white, silk pantaloons, stained at the crotch with the blood from the victorious Knight’s lance, can be seen by all.

       “Now keep thy skirts thusly until I command thee otherwise,” he growls.  He takes the lovely Bella, forcing her by a grip on her hair, and leads her to an edge of the crowd.  It is the burghers and some lower nobility.

       “Shall I deflower the Princess?”  he cries out.        They answer  with catcalls and cheers in the affirmative.  Then he leads her towards a sloped area, populated by various nobles and citizens of the realm.   “What shall I do with Princess Bella?”

       Cries and shouts ring out.  “Fuck her!”  “Despoil her!”  “Deflower her!”  “Ream the little cunt,” cries a young girl.

       Bella begins to cry anew.  With her gowns held up, and her firm, apple-sized breasts exposed, Bella is lead around the tournament field.  I thought they loved me, she thinks, as group after group calls for her to be fucked, violated, raped, beaten—and worse! He passes by the bishop.  Young clerics laugh and joke in Latin, while the monsignor splashes holy water on the Black Knight’s rigid loins.  She sees that many men are fondling very willing maidens.  In the atmosphere of unbridled lust, maids and matrons alike are lifting their skirts, or have already been thrown onto the ground with swains lying between their energetic thighs!

       Finally she is brought before the royal viewing stand.  A lord has shoved his hand inside a young lady’s bodice, and an older duke has bent a maiden over a chair.  Her dress is pushed up, and the duke’s cock is planted deeply in the arse of the damsel. 

Her father sits there, white-faced and stunned.  His kingdom is being led astray by rampant lust, and the fate of his precious princess is in the hands, nay, the loins, of this evil conqueror!

       “Behold thy daughter, Your Majesty!  Behold the fruit of thy marriage bower, this pure and pristine princess, the loveliest in the kingdom!  I shall now reveal to your very eyes the lustful whore that she really is!  Look at her crotch, Majesty!  Behold the blood of the downed champion!  Before thy very eyes, the blood thine eyes are witness to will be the crimson of her deflowered maidenhood, covering my bastard prick when it impales he immaculate body!”

       Without further ado, he reaches to her belly and grips her pantaloons, ripping them off in an effortless pull.  Bella is shocked, and lets go of her gown.  It floats down in a light, puffy circle.  The Black Knight reaches for the bodice of her gown, dangling inside-out from her waist sash, and yanks it. 

       Yards and yards of delicate pink satin fall to the earth,  sliding and floating down her glistening white  petticoat.  Then a strong fist yanks at the drawstring of her petticoat, pulling it asunder, and the voluminous white garment floats down Bella’s slender, teenage legs, billowing atop the mass of pink silk.

       Bella stands in the middle of a pink-and-white blossom—naked.  Her lovely teenage body, her firm breasts, her tiny flat waist, the curve of her newly mature hips, and her downy red pussy are in full  view of the entire kingdom—and her father!

       She is  so scared, and so ashamed!

       And she knows fully well  what shalt  happen next.

       And verily,  she so  wants it to happen—yea, how she wants it!

       She deceives herself, thinking she just wants to get it done and over with.  Her champion had lost—been killed!  She belongs to the Black Knight, the prize of mortal combat.    Yet her eyes are affixed upon  the Black Knight’s hairy loins!

       He steps onto the remains of her garments,  spread over the grass. With one motion, he grips Bella’s right hand, and twists  it to the small of her back, and with the other, he takes  ahold of her hair, twisting her red tresses around his fist, pulling her head back.  He again kisses her, shoving his tongue into her mouth.  This time there is nothing between his loins and hers, and she feels  his huge prick pressing against the bottom of her belly.  His crotch is covered with coarse hair, scratching the creamy skin of her belly.  Her senses concentrate on that focal point—his loins against her!  He yanks her arm and her hair upwards, and she rises to  her tiptoes.  His penis slips in between her thighs, and she involuntarily closes them, squeezing the huge organ.  She lowers her heels, squeezing the cock, undulating her hips. 

       Bella goes woozy.  “Soon,” she thinks, “it will be deep inside me—he will take me—right here, right now!  Right before my father and the entire kingdom, he will possess me, ruin me!”

       Next she is pushed backwards, landing on the spread of pink skirt. She looks up at the Black Knight.  She can still see how huge, muscular, hairy, and ugly he was. 

       Without being told, she opened her legs.

       He kneels down between her thighs.  He reachs for her small, delicate hands, and puts them on his hard, upright cock.  She knows what she has to do.

       She has no choice.

       She will be obedient.

       Yeah, even  willing!

       He leans over the petite princess.

       Bella takes hold of he tip of his cock, placing it  at the opening of her little  cunt, positioning it between her thin, pink pussy lips.  With two fingers, she spreads her pussy lips apart, and the big bulbous tip of the prick nestles just inside her. 

       The cock is in posittion, just inside her virgin cunt!

       Princess Bella  puts her arms out to her side, arching them out and away from her shoulders, and awaits the violent, imminent assault.

       There is no wait.

       Instantly, he forces  his way into her tight cunt—deeply, hard, all the way.  He roughly shoves his fuck-stick in, right through  her maidenhead, ripping the fragile emblem of purity in a horrendous instant.  Bella arches  her back, and emmits a loud, soprano scream of agony as he impales her virgin cunt. Her scream is heard up and down the fair grounds, and is answered by cheers and vulgar catcalls.

Bella screams, and screams again as her girlhood is viciously plumbed and stretched.   He forces his way into her, entirely filling her small anatomy  with his malicious manhood.

       He withdraws, only  halfway, growls, and plunges back into her, somehow shoving even more of his meat  into the young princess.

       She screames. “Nay, nay, thou art…nay I can’t!  Prithee, prithee, desist, thou art ruining me, oh, how it hurts!”   Bella’s head rocks to and fro in anguish, and she feels him penetrate her  again, and again, and yet again, as he pummels her suffering pussy with vicious thrusts.

       “Thou art truly  ruined, Princess,” the Black Knight sneers as he plies her sore, stretched pussy.  “Thou art a slut in thy soul, and now thou shalt have a whore’s body, in sooth!”  With that, he settls down to a somewhat leisurely fucking.  The crowd also settles down to a constant murmur, interspersed with occasional shouts and cries of “Split the Princess asunder, worthy knight!” “Wilt thou bugger her also?” and so on.  Most are standing about the edge of the battle field, but many others are fornicating in wild abandon.

       She looks up, to the side, and can see her father  looking down at her.  His face is motionless, like stone, save for tears trickling down his cheeks. “Father, father…” she cries, and her heart is rendered as she sees  her father’s pain and disgrace as he beholds her deflowering.

       Bella bleeds copiously from the vicious rendering of her hymen.  As her cherry’s blood  coagulates, she begins, involuntarily, to secrete her natural feminine juices.  Along with the forced stretching of her young cunt, the girl’s pain begins to subside, becoming merely  uncomfortable. 

And then something extraordinary happens.

The Knight’s thrusting begins to generate a soothing warmth.  Bella no longer thrashes about atop the grass and the remnants of her silk gown.  The warmth in her crotch grows, and glows, and—it starts to feel better, and then it is good—very good!  Something wonderful is happening in her loins as the hairy giant drives his massive cock into deep into her lovely body. 

Unawares, her hands migrate to the Knight’s hips.  Before longt, her palms take hold of  his buttocks as they rock up and down upon her.  Bella moans in unexpected, perverse pleasure, and she is squeezing his muscular ass cheeks.  She tilts her head back, looking up at the blue sky, which begins to assume different shades, and then various bright and heated colors shoot and move across her eyes as her heart pump her senses with more blood.  The entire crowd can behold her young breasts, firm and round atop her ribcage, heave up and down, and sway side to side, as she arches her back, twists her torso,  and gasps for breath.

       Princess Bella gives  in to lust—both the brutal lust of the Knight to rape and possess her—and, verily,  her own!  His black eyes meet her soft green ones.  “So thou art relishing thy fucking, eh, Princess, my hearty whore!  Every wench craves the cock of the Black Knight!”

       “Yea, yea!” she gasps.  “More, more—plough thy prick deep to my nether regions, my lord, prithee, and  faster, too!”  And the Princess, overwhelmed with lust, encloses the muscular warrior in her limbs, pulling herself up to him in tight embrace.  The display of passion provokes the crowd to fresh outcries, and scattered applause for the Black Knight’s prowess as he arouses the pristine Princess.

       The rape continues at a frenzied pace, and the assemblage is filled with wonderment as he plies her body at great length.  At last, the Knight feels  that exquisite  heat rise and concentrate in his massive shaft. From the corner of her eye, Princess Bella beholds her father, the King, still as stone as he gazes upon the violation of his virgin daughter. But  Bella is now riding a tide of pleasure, with waves both teasingly small and ecstatically large, as she lustfully receives the Black Knight’s thick hog into her diminutive body. Her slender legs wrap around the Knight’s hairy backside, and she bucks her hips up to meet his crescending thrusts.

       Her loins are aflame when the huge, hairy Knight abruptly climaxes in her, filling her with a mighty spray of manly cum.  She feels  a distinct puddle of warmth deep inside her belly, which spreads and  grows  as he pumps more semen into her with deep thrusts and hot spurts of his evil seed.  Bella squeezes the Knight’s organ with her pussy muscles, gasping and moaning.  She wraps her slender legs around his powerful haunches ever more fervently,  and her cunt is aflame with desire as she pushes  up to meet his last thrusts.

       She feels a few more splashes of heat in her belly, and the Knight is done.

       He has raped her before the entire Kingdom, and despoiled her before her father, his nemesis, the King.  He pulls back, and withdraws.  His penis is still large, somewhat erect.  A strand of sticky cum stretches from the tip of his cock, leading down to Bella’s  cunt crack.  He rises to his knees, looking down at the ruined princess.

       Bella thrashes her body about the crumpled silk gown and petticoats, back and forth.  She reaches up for his cock, taking hold of it—Everyone can see she wants it back in her cunt!  But he bats her hands away.

       “Nay, do not stop my Lord!  Continue, go on—I want more, it is good, so very good!  Fuck me, fuck me more, my Lord, I am thy whore, thy slut!”  When it is apparent that there will be no more fuck, Bella turns her head to her side, whimpering, holding one hand to her face in shame and disappointment, and rubbing her crotch with the other. Her shame is great, but greater still is her lust for more of the Black Knight’s cock1

       Bella is  pulled to her feet by her hair.  Then something is put about her neck.  She wipes her eyes.  It is an iron collar, with a long length of chain!  She dutifully lifts her long, red hair off the back of her neck and back, the collar closes and a lock is attached.  Bella stands still, naked before the Kingdom, except for the collar.  One of the black-robed squires takes a black wool robe, and throws it over his master’s head, and he is clothed with material as coarse as his hairy hide.  Even still, all can see the point of his prick pushing out  against the folds of the robe. 

       Pulling the chain, he leads the nude Princess to the royal stand.  “Behold thy daughter, Majesty.  Now you see her for the wanton whore she truly is!   I will take her into exile with me in a far land, where she will serve my lust with both obedience and lust!  And she will bear me bastard sons and daughters both!  Princess, nay, Slut Bella will continue the bastard bloodline from your throne, the lineage you yourself commenced when you sired me! And when I have a quiver full of bastard heirs, born by this blooded bitch, your daughter, my sister,  I shall return to claim the Kingdom by right of arms—and blood!”

       The King remained  speechless as his illegitimate son led his half-sister,  the naked Princess across the center of the Field of Combat.  She sobbed as she looked at so many faces she had known, whom she thought had loved and respected her, faces she was not likely to ever see in her capacity as princess and lady.   At the center, the Knight mounted his travel steed.  His squires had loaded his armor and bags onto mules, which they led along with his war horse. 

       The Black Knight departed the Kingdom, his prize whore—naked, collared, and chained—following on bare feet behind.

       The leaves in her hollowed nest rustled as Bella rolled onto her side, trying to manage a position that would provide some degree of comfort.  She was as miserable as ever.  The nightmare had been so very vivid—she remembered every appalling detail of it!  Every time she had it, it became more extravagant with gruesome detail.  Her asshole and rectum were so painfully sore, and the shit she just had to take didn’t help. 

       And worst of all, the creature’s baby inside her had become so very, very big, and was kicking and moving about her stretched-out womb with powerful vigor. Every day! Its movements had grown with her belly, from occasional (and unpleasant) to frequent (and painful) to nearly constant (and agonizing).  Bella had given up on her “housekeeping,” and no longer cared whether the den was littered with bones, cans, bottles, banana peels, or even the rotting carcasses of carrion.

       The schoolgirl hardly cared whether she lived or died now.  She just existed. Time didn’t exist in her black netherworld.  She desperately hoped her nine months would finish soon.  She didn’t know that the infant humanoid inside her required a gestation of fourteen months—and would be twice the size of a human baby! 

       Not only was more time required, but it passed excruciatingly slowly.

       The pregnancy proceeded on its own tortuous schedule.  Bella didn’t know that she had passed a birthday, and was now fourteen. Nor did she notice, at first, that the kicks, pushes, and movements were not only a bit more painful, but also a bit more different.  Before long, the schoolgirl felt a gut-wrenching twist of her insides, and she knew this was different.  She screamed and hollered, rendering herself hoarse.  Before long, she was reduced to gasps, grunts, and moans.

       Lots of moans.

       Bella was in labor.  There was no telling how long it lasted, but every second felt like minutes, and every minute was an hour, and every hour was insufferably long.  The infant beast inside her pushed, twisted, turned, kicked and seemed to claw at the insides of her womb, her abdomen, her very soul.  And her body retaliated, convulsing and squeezing, pushing, trying to expel the thing.

       Eventually, birth actually commenced.  Her water burst—or rather, sprayed the rocks lining her nest.  Her abdomen squeezed, contracted, and pushed, and her hips convulsed and her legs kicked and thrashed.  Bella felt herself being ripped asunder.  It was as painful as a medieval torture machine, yanking her legs hard apart—except that it was a powerful entity between her thighs that was pushing her into such an agonizing split! 

Bella reached between her unnaturally spread legs, and could feel the head crowning.  It was wet, of course. Bella could see nothing in the absolute dark.   Bella felt something very irregular and—relative to her petite size—huge,  emerge from within her hairless vagina.  She squeezed, pushed, gasped, and pushed, pushed, and pushed some more. She moaned and moaned, and her body shuddered from the vicious assault from within her belly.

       The pain was more than anything she had experienced, worse than the humanoid’s rape of her virgin pussy, or the punishing sodomy of cramming his mammoth masculinity up her asshole or down her throat.  It hurt, oh, how it hurt!  And the entire thing seemed obscene in a way she could not comprehend, but sensed deeply in her gut.

       And then it was over.  Whatever was in her, was out.

       Born.

       Bella had been mated, and this…thing…had been bred in her.  She reached down, her hands feeling their way in the pitch black, and found something that was wet, warm, and, well, in the dark, seemed human.  It had two arms, two legs, a body, and a head.  She picked it up.  She explored with her hands.  The head seemed, well, sort of normal.   The shoulders were quite large—that explained the agony as it exited her pubescent birth canal.   She found the umbilical cord, still intact.  It came out from her vagina, as thick and as tough as a garden hose. 

She continued her exploration of her…her…her…baby. 

       It seemed so strange to think of everything in these terms.

       She had a baby.

       A baby.

       That meant that she—little Bella, once a happy girl, a schoolgirl, daughter, friend, sister, all that—was now a mother.

       A mother!

       Her hands moved further along the still-wet torso, down to the hips, which were wide and sturdy, like the shoulders.

       She felt a penis.

       So, I have a boy.  A boy…

       A boy…something.  A little baby…boy…something or…other. Whatever this thing is that I’ve just birthed.  Anyway, it’s male.

       Bella gently lay the newborn on the crushed leaves of her nest, between her knees, and lay back.  The thing was lying still, breathing rather noisily. It never cried.  It just, well, breathed in small, staccato, nasal breaths.  The fourteen-year-old mother leaned back against a rock,  musing on what had just happened and what it meant, wondering about what would happen next, when it did.

       There were more convulsions of her sore, wounded tummy, and Bella went into secondary labor.  She squeezed and pushed, but at least whatever was inside her didn’t fight back!  It took several more minutes of painful labor which was hard, but not as rough as childbirth.  Then she managed to expel the afterbirth, along with a few feet of umbilical cord.  The stuff slid out, landing in the leaf nest next to her son.

       For the first time, the humanoid—the father, her mate!—showed some interest in his “family.”  She heard him crawling over.  She couldn’t see in the dark, but the creature knew what he wanted.  He picked up the afterbirth and sniffed it. Then he took the umbilical cord in his two powerful hands, and snapped it apart.  He picked up the placenta, and returned to his section of the den. Bella could hear him feasting on it, as his strong teeth greedily tore into it, and he bit and chewed away with the tearing and smacking sounds that Bella knew all too well.

       Her captor devoured the placenta greedily, then lay down to sleep. Bella and her newborn lay in her nest, quiet and still.  The pain of her stretched birth canal began to ease, and she dozed, with one hand resting atop the infant creature at her side.  He was dry now, and she could tell that he was covered with hair like his father, only softer.

       Imprisoned in the monster’s lair these many months, Bella’s life was so convoluted that the presence of the strange infant was not all that disconcerting.  She lay back on her bed of arranged rocks and leaves, caressing the thing, somewhat as if it were a pet, but more for what it was—her child.  She played with ideas as to whether she should give it a name, if only to have some measure of emotional control.  With a few hours’ more rest, it began to stir and move about.  It was fully ambulatory.  It could sit up, move, and quite soon, her little boy monster could crawl and walk with real competence.

       Bella picked it up. It was significantly larger than a human newborn, about twenty inches in length—almost half its father’s stature!—and probably weighed in at twenty-five pounds or so.  She could hardly believe she had carried this thing inside her, let alone delivered it!  As Bella held the thing, her own flesh-and-blood, in the dark, touching and exploring its mutant body with her hands, she truly realized just why her pregnancy was constant torment and childbirth was such agony.  She lay it on her thighs, trying to keep it still, and started to wonder just what she was going to do as the mother of something that was so violent and aberrant. She knew now, for sure, that the adult humanoid had kidnapped her for this one reason: to mate her.  With that accomplished, what could she expect of him?  Further mating?  Release?   Death?  Or something else?

       The infant humanoid was stirring more, and she heard him smacking his lips in the dark.  Maternal instincts informed her that her baby was hungry.  Bella cupped her breasts.  Her breasts, small and pubescent as they were, had grown and swelled for some time now.  Her nipples were larger and protruded.  The schoolgirl lifted a small mound, squeezed the flesh around her nipple, and felt a warm trickle down her chest.

       She could, indeed, express milk   Mother nature, you’ve thought of everything, she ruefully thought.  Not quite out of puberty, Bella knew what her duty was.

       She would nurse her…”baby.”

       The young mother picked him up.  His heavy, dense, muscular body was still quite astonishing.  Bella cradled him in the crook of her left arm, and he vigorously kicked and squirmed. It was all she could do to handle him, so she  ran her right hand up and down stroking and soothing him with naturally maternal hands.  He quieted down, but still fussed and bucked in occasional spasms.  Bella stroked and cupped his hairy head, running a thumb over his cheek and temple in an instinctively maternal mode of control, directing his face to her tiny bosom.

       “Ow!” she exclaimed.

       The thing had bitten her thumb—hard!

       “Bad…boy,” she said, lowering her voice with the second syllable.  “Now you just quiet down,” Bella said, soothingly.  “It’s time for your first meal.  Mommy will feed you, Mommy will.”

       She managed a calm voice, and it did seem to quiet the infant humanoid down.  She could hardly believe what she was doing and saying, but, in her black-and-bleak Wonderland universe, here in the monster’s lair, it just seemed to be the natural thing to do.

       Bella lifted her son’s face to her tiny left breast, a bosom that was little more than a swelling atop her chest.  In the absolute blackness, she could feel his thick little lips moving against her young skin, atop the nipple.  With her right hand, she firmly squeezed her tiny little breast, and a small trickle of mother’s milk was expressed.  She pressed his mouth against her nipple, but the warm fluid dribbled over the infant creature’s lip.  She could feel it dripping onto her flat teen tummy and lap in the dark.  The fourteen-year-old schoolgirl realized, even in the chilly dark, that he wasn’t taking the nipple, and was refusing the milk.

       She moved the newborn’s head back to her breast.  Again, there was some inability to take the breast and nurse.  Or was it a refusal?

       “Come on, baby,” she cooed.  “You’ve got to eat, you know. I have milk for you, here.  Come on…come on…” she cooed.  He was quiet now.  “This is what you want, what you need, come on,” Bella went on.  “You need to eat something, here, come on, feel my nipple?  Hmmm…?” 

       His lips were about her nipple, but he wasn’t taking the breast.

       “Come on, little boy.  Take my breast, you need to eat!”

       Bella rubbed her little pink nipple against the things lips.

       “Come on, you need something.   Come on, come on, take my breast, take it, jus put your lips to it, can you taste the milk?”

       Coarse little lips moved back and forth, giving out little smaking sounds, mixed with grunts.

       “You need to eat, baby.  Come on, take it, take Mommy’s breast…” Bella cooed.        

       She pressed the little face back to her pubescent breast, and she felt his lips part, she could feel his warm moist mouth and breath, and then, then, then she felt an excruciating, vicious, a biting pain digging into—ripping!—her little tit!

       The baby, the thing, had bitten—hard!!—her breast!

       “EeeeeeoooooOOOOOOWWW!”

       Bella screamed out, her shrill soprano voice filling the confines of the stone-ceiling den.  “OHHHH—Ohhhhh, OWWWWW!”

       She pulled at him, hands on his hard hairy head, but he wouldn’t let go.  His teeth were fixed hard and fast to several inches of soft teenage skin!

       Bella screamed and screamed  The baby monster’s sharp, infant teeth sank deeper into the soft tissues on the girl’s chest.  Just as newly hatched snakes have the sharpest fangs, and the teeth of puppies and kittens are particularly sharp, her newborn had viciously sharp, pointed teen—the front incisors, especially!

       “Ohh, oh, oh, OWWW!”

       Bella tried to pull the thing’s head away.  But those pointed little cutters were set in a very strong jaw, and he—it—could not be pried off!  “OWWWW----EEEEEEGH!”  she screamed, again and again.

       The infant creature let go, but immediately leaned forward and sank his teeth right back into her little tit again!

       “No, no, NO!  NO!  NOOOOOO!  Ohhhh, OWWW!”  She screamed, and fell backwards, thrashing her dirty, naked body on the rocks and leaves and debris, trying to push the little beast—her very own offspring!—off.  It hurt so bad, that when he finally separated, an agonizing moment later, that Bella—in shock and panic—barely noticed that as he separated from her chest, the newborn monster was issuing baby little grunts and…gulps.

       Gulps!

       She had heard them, lots of them, month after month, from the baby’s sire, her captor, when he brought larger items of food—especially meat and killed animals—down into the den.  Gulp, gulp, gulp, GULP!

       Stunned and in agony, Bella clutched her hands to her chest, feeling the horrible news that her ears had just delivered.  Blood streamed from her chest, and she felt a gaping hole where, a moment ago, her little left tit had been.

       He had bitten into her breast, and completely ripped off several inches of her flesh!

       Bella pushed herself up to a sitting position, and backed her sore, naked buttocks across the rock floor, away from the infant beast.   She could hear it gnawing and chewing away—on her breast!

       “Grunt…gasp…gulp…gulp!”

       Like newly hatched crocodiles or just-born sharks, she had birthed an animal that would subsist on real food, right from birth!  And for this thing, that included meat.

       Meat like Bella’s breast!

       She sat, breathing hard, in shock, panic, and so, so, so much pain!  Bella breathed in gasps, gulping air, as she clutched the wound on her torso.  She could feel a hole of around a half-foot in diameter.   The skin was missing, and the thin tissues of her breast and chest had been ripped away.  Blood continued to flow, and she could feel some ribs lying under a thin layer of shredded muscle.

       She was stunned and in physiological shock, but still conscious.  What am I going to do?  She wondered, and the answer hit her just as fast.

       There is nothing to be done.

       This is it.

       This is what I was brought here for.

       To be mated.

       To give birth to this thing.

       To be its food.

       And I will die here.

       Oh, Mother, mother, mother….Oh, Mommy, mommy, mommy….I’m so sorry,…please, I hope you’ll find me here, some day, some time in another year….oh, Mommy, oh, Daddy!

       As she sat there, paralyzed with pain and dread, she hardly noticed that the evil little beast was creeping back to her.  Then suddenly, she felt another devastating, ripping pain.

       He had fastened his teeth on her upper arm!  Bella pulled back, yanking and twisting her arm, but couldn’t shake him, especially in her weakened state.  She pounded at his face with her free hand, then picked up a rock, hitting him—it—on the head, but to no avail.  It held on, rotating and thrashing his head, like a dog pulling on a stick, only with a more malicious tenacity.  An instant later, and it had ripped off a sizable piece of girl-flesh, and retreated a few feet back into the dark.

       Bella could hear it chewing away at its latest bite.  The tissues it had attacked were wet with her blood, and there was a hideous slurping sound as the infant beast devoured its second mouthful.

       A mouthful of Mommy!

       Even in shock and agony, Bella was rather surprised at how cogent her thoughts were. 

       So this is it.  This is the end.  I will be food for my, my, son.  What is this thing, this thing that is eating me?

       …Is this what soldiers feel, just before they die?  Prisoners, when they’re executed?

       …Will anybody ever find my remains here?

       Her thoughts became more hazy, and the thing was suddenly biting into her arm again, just above the previous attack, taking off some of her shoulder.   She tried to pull back, but couldn’t.  “Oh,….ohhhhhh….owwww….UGH!”  Bella couldn’t scream much, and made almost no effort at resisting this time.  The baby beast didn’t retreat with its plunder, but sat right next to her, boldly chewing and gnawing its morsel of soft human girl.

       She fell back on the cavern floor, her right arm across the wound on her breast, and weakly grasped the remains of her upper arm.  She felt lots of blood, a few small dangling pieces of skin and muscle, and her bone.

       That’s my bone.  I suppose he’ll chew and gnaw on my bones like it were some dog or raccoon or something….  Like his father.  His father, his father—the other one, the one who took me here, and raped me, and raped me, and put this fucking little monster inside me, where is he?

       Her musings were answered a moment later.  Down her legs—it seemed so very far, far away, in her hazy and confused state, she felt a pain on her foot.  Then it hurt—more, it hurt, it hurt a lot, a lot!  She pulled her legs back, but couldn’t.  Oh, owww…OW!  Bella thought it, more than she felt it.

       Oh, no..so that’s what….oohh, he’s, he’s…he’s eating my foot…

       She tried moving and kicking her foot, but couldn’t.  She was too weak.  And the other one, the adult had, indeed, clamped his powerful jaws on her foot.  First, he crushed the foot, and just bit it clean off, right at the instep.  Then he crushed those bones in his strong mouth, and came back for a second one, clipping her limb off right at the ankle.  This, too, he devoured, with loud munching noises as his strong mandibles ground her bones down between his molars.

       Bella was flat on her back, looking up.  It was dark.  Was it the dark of the cave or loss of consciousness?  Little blotches of amorphous color drifted about her horizons.

  She didn’t have much strength, and she drifted in and out of consciousness.  Her family had never been religious, and she had long ago given up on prayer, when, in the throes of her horrible pregnancy, she had experienced neither relief nor rescue, just further pain, depravity, and rape.  Oh, God, whatever or whoever…please, I hope, I hope that my bones will be found..please…let my parents, somebody, please… find me,… what’s left of me…bury me…these things, they’re eating my bones…no,..God….not this…

       She came to consciousness one last time.  Or was it two?  In the absolute dark of the monsters’ den, Bella could not know whether she had blacked out or not.  Not that it mattered.  She felt the juvenile kneel over her torso, and sensed his head lower down, and he ripped off another piece of girl-meat off her chest. The sound of his chewing reminded her of the waves crashing on the seashore…

       This time it was her other little teenage breast.

       He seemed to like that especially.

       Will he go find some girl like me when he’s grown up? were  almost the last thought she had.

       Almost.

       Bella felt a stabbing, ripping, wrenching pain—still horribly, viciously painful, in spite of her loss of blood and her state of shock.  It was right at the bottom of her belly.

       The adult monster—her captor, the one who had raped her and sired her little baby beast—had just sunk his teeth into the very bottom of her belly, right between her thighs. 

       “Ohhh…ow!  Ugh—ugh—ohhhhhh…”

       Bella’s last cries were weak, drowned out by the sounds of the two beasts enjoying their feast.

       You stole me and raped me and mated me and gave me your horrible little baby, you demon, you evil thing from Hell, you…she thought, as he dug his teeth a second time into the teenager’s vagina.  The baby monster you wanted came from there and now you’re, you’re…eating my flesh there, you’re…eating my pussy, my womb….

       And fourteen-year-old Bella gave in to an anguished, merciless loss of consciousness for the very last time, feeling so ultimately lost, forlorn, hopeless, and alone.

       Bella’s mind went black, as black as the dark void of the stone chamber of the monsters’ lair that had entombed her for the last year of her young life.

       She breathed her last.

       And the two creatures—one her mate, the other her offspring—continued their feeding frenzy on Bella’s bloody corpse.