Warning: non-con, monster

You don’t know how you ended up in the situation you’re in. It’s dark. Pitchblack. Vantablack. You can’t see a single speck of anything and, for a brief second, you wonder if your eyes are closed. But no, they’re wide open. Despite this, your vision doesn’t help you, doesn’t give away anything.

But your auditory and tactile senses do.

You hear a croak, sharp and loud, breaking the creepy silence of your surroundings. The sound doesn’t decrease the eeriness, though. If anything, the croaking and the hisses that followed after make the ends of your hair stand in trepidation. Dread settles in your gut and you try to hold your breath, make zero sounds, be completely still and quiet. But the sounds grow louder by each passing second – seemingly becoming closer and closer and closer.

Then, you shudder violently. You desperately swallow the squeal trying to erupt from your lips, plastering a hand on your mouth so hard, you feel the start of a bruise forming. But the cold something brushing up your legs, the manner in which the smooth something caress them, up and down, from your ankle to your calf – you couldn’t help but whimper a little. And when the object slithers higher, encircling your thigh, and slowly writhes against the sensitive inner flesh – you couldn’t hold it in anymore. 

The loud gasp that you make shatters the darkness, sucks the deep nothingness and contains it into two beady orbs that focus on you in an unbreakable stare. 

You scream – only to be muffled by the tail of the creature in front of you. And in a horrifying realization, it dawns on you from the coolness and smoothness marred sparsely by the scaled roughness of the thick muscle gagging your mouth that it’s the tail that slithered against your leg. 

The creature in front of you makes a sequence of clicking sounds and darts its tongue to swipe at your cheek. It’s disgusting. The way the forked muscle flicks at your cheek, rough and sticky. The way a foot, as cold and sticky, grabs you at the hips and makes you collide with a body lightly covered in scales. The dry coolness of it, of everything, sends shivers of prickling fear down your spine.

Crying is the only thing you can do. You are frozen in place – both from fear and from the way the creature is pinning you down in place, with your brain just noticing that it’s a wall behind you. You’re stuck sandwiched between the vile creature and the immovable board. There is no escape. No, not for you. 

The tongue laps at you and god, it’s so long that while you sink in helplessness, you can still see the creature’s beady eyes watching you. All of you. 

And then its mouth, decorated with tiny and numerous teeth, gradually, evilly, curves upward and you know, at that moment, that salvation has long gone and abandoned you. 

It, the creature, tears your shirt to shreds, rips it open and exposes your skin to the cold air and even colder, clammy body. 

One of its forefoot goes directly to stick on your breast, kneading hard and making marks. A digit flicks your nipple and no matter how wrong it feels, a moan escapes you. This seems to encourage the creature, setaes tickling the sensitive bud with renewed force relentlessly with their tiny hairs; webs between the digits hooking ever so lightly and making you see red. 

The other foot, you feel slide downwards, to your stomach, to your hips, to your butt. There, it kneads another mound of flesh, gripping harsher, bruising harder.

Your body goes into overdrive. Fight or flight. Unfortunately, you can’t do both, or any of the two – too frightened out of your wits to even think of self defense, and too cornered to be able to flee. So the adrenaline, all that energy – it builds up inside you, making you shiver, making your skin tingle from hypersensitivity. Your brain sizzles and you fear you might pass out from the immense amount of fear and disgust and despair. 

But a hand unbuttons your shorts, lets it fall to your knees, and the tail shutting you up disappears. 

A new wave of terror racks your body as you feel the appendage hooking over the waistband of your underwear, pulling it down. 

You thrash, push at the creature, try your goddamned best to get away – but it slams you hard against the wall, knees you in the stomach, its webbed foot slapping you so viciously across the face that your head bounces from the impact against the wall. You see dark spots in the periphery of your vision. You see its beady soulless eyes zoom in at you. 

No high enough volume of your screams derail the cold, thick appendage from sliding against your core, brushing back and forth against the lips of your opening, pressing hard and rough. 

You claw at it, trying your damnedest to remove it. You force your legs close, but the tail was thick, so fucking thick and plump and firm that it looks like your riding it instead. 

It continues to press hard, generally smooth but the tiny scales peppered over it, it scratches against your sensitive flesh and when it catches that bud at the apex – you shudder so hard, you whimper so hard. 

The creature makes a loud croak again and goes to rub harder against you, seemingly trying to make you see that burst of white light again. The foot on your breast doesn’t stop fondling your nipples. The curl of the creature’s mouth doesn’t stop going up, exposing more and more teeth.

And just when you thought it couldn’t be worse that it already is, you see something grow from the base of its tail, from where its thickest and toughest. 

Your eyes widen and you shake your head in plea, begging desperately to be spared. You know what that is, what those are. 

The creature’s members continue to swell, dangerously growing until the spikes on them are standing hard, until the hooks are curved tough. 

It yanks you closer, so close and flush, your clitoris brushes against one of its penises. 

You gasp, humiliation and a weird, unwelcomed scent of arousal permeates the air. The tail between your legs wriggle and you realise it’s your slick. You’re wet and almost dripping like a fucking whore. 

It scares you, the fact that you are responding to the assault, giving the monster the wrong idea, making it more aroused and determined – urging the monster that is looming to destroy you. But its feet are already pressed on your back, sticking like suctions, and driving your closer and closer until you’re shutting your eyes tightly, screaming from the top of your lungs. 

The spikes are painful, grazes against your sensitive insides and all you can do is scream and screech – so loud, you fear you’re going deaf; so loud, you feel your throat bleed. The hooks catch at your soft flesh, tearing it, wounding it. The creature is literally splitting you apart. 

Both penises ram inside you. The heavy tail of the creature carries your weight and bounces you up and down. And really, it looks like you’re riding a seesaw. But the appendages inside you, the way they’re buried so deep, up to the hilt – it’s absolutely nothing like child’s play.

The pace is brutal, giving you no time to adjust and gather what the the fuck is going on.

Saliva drips down your chin, down your chest, down your stomach, down to the place you are connected with the creature. You’re mind snaps. You’re so far out of touch with reality that you don’t notice the tail curling up, tip reaching for your other hole. 

And when it pierces your rim, you feel so full that all you could do is let out this animalistic groan from deep inside you. 

The lizard’s tongue moves to the side of your head, to one of your ears. It flicks one earlobe, the pink muscle rough and sticky – just how the creature is all over. 

The drag of the penises scrambling your inside, the drag of the tail penetrating you from behind – they resemble the drag of the lizard’s tongue delving past the shell of your ear. 

You blink through tears, you’ve shed so much, you’re more drenched from it than your sweat and saliva combined – and sees the creature’s beady eyes still trained at you. 

And if the overstimulation from getting your holes filled until they’re overflowing isn’t enough to make you completely surrender – then those eyes definitely are. 

Their soulless gaze at you makes you give up. Defeated. 

Your head bangs violently against the wall, once, twice, thrice. You feel the pace of the lizard increase, its movements becoming jerky, halting to staccatos. You feel yourself at the edge as well. 

And when it erupts, you do too. 

You stumble over the edge and free falls into nothingness. Declines towards the deep, dark abyss. 

The tail supporting you disappears and you fall with a resounding thud on the ground, in a heap, in a tangle of your own limbs and sanity. 

You’re so spent – sweat making a thin sheet all over your body, tears streaks staining your face, mouth dripping with copious amounts of saliva, nose running with mucous snot, your core spilling over with red blood and white cum. So much goddamned cum. 

Your vision blurs and your hearing deafens. You feel yourself succumbing to the dark, losing the ability to keep yourself functioning. 

The last thing you remember before the darkness takes you, before your brain completely, finally, shuts down is the curling of clammy digits around your ankle, dragging your passed out body across the splintered wood of the floor.