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Would Jericho condemn me if I killed him?

Who gives a fuck.

Chapter 14

I grabbed anything I could get my hands on as I was dragged back through the bone pile towards the beast, but with so many appendages that were all worlds stronger than I was, it took nothing for it to restrain me and toss away my weapons.

The monster held me down beneath it, blocking out any stray light from the cave mouth, and investigated my body like an antique collector examining a doll. Bones dug into my skin, pressing into my organs at all the most uncomfortable angles, while the course pads of its fingertips traced my muscles as if it was a butcher picking its perfect cut.

I was a toy in the hands of a giant. Though it presumably couldn’t see, it took its time learning what I looked like through explorative touch. It was translating a thousand places at once to a singular mind, and thumbs, pinkies, palms, and fingers pinched and probed my every curve.

There had to be some way out of this mess, but how? It didn’t have eyes to poke out, and I couldn’t reach its groin for a well-placed kick. None of my self-defense classes covered what to do when you were transported to hell and had to fight a demon. Any time I so much as twitched, it doubled down on pressure and grip, while its movements were purely animalistic. I’d never been in a situation I couldn’t simply talk and reason my way out of, and all of those “princess saving herself” scenarios I’d written into every game I developed weren’t as realistic in real life. I wished I could have some semblance of the magic and untouchable strength of my fictional heroines. Helplessness was far more horrifying once it set in that I truly had no physical recourse to defend myself.

I held my breath as it tugged my skirt down from my waist, removing it without ripping it, then tossing it aside. Two hands rubbed the arches of my feet, two felt along my calves, and another slipped between my thighs to better get to know my pelvis.

I shuddered out an exhale as it hooked beneath the waist band of my panties. The material was tugged slowly down my legs, one hand passing it off to the next, until it had removed any barrier that hindered its exploration.

More hands rounded my rear, spreading and kneading my cheeks, another followed the center line of my body, dipping between my pussy lips and grazing my clit on its way down. It didn’t waste any time entering me with a thick index finger, and rubbing my inner walls as if trying to test how far in it could go.

I bit my lip to stifle a whimper when four more hands had taken the time to remove my shirt, and were now feeling their way around my breasts. It took very special interest in my nipples, prodding, tugging, and rolling them, while it continued to finger fuck me out of abject curiosity.

It was impossible to avoid a reaction when another set of fingers slipped into my mouth, and pinned my tongue. Another slickened itself in my own fluids to help ease its way into my ass.

My eyes widened as that finger penetrated deep, filling me, playing me, and stimulating me at every angle and entrance.

My body was coming undone, while my mind was reeling with paralyzing terror, as this hundred-armed monster forced me to orgasm on its five-hundred fingers. My hips spasmed involuntarily, and that grip and prodding paused only long enough for it to fully appreciate my loss of control.

I tried to look away, but two more strong arms held my head so I had to face the creature, front and center.

How fucked up was I that this thing could get me this turned on while I was being forcefully molested in a pile of human bones?

It removed its index finger from my soaked pussy once my pulsing and shuddering had started to subside, only to make a show of coiling its long, pointed tongue around its knuckles like it was a snake. It gurgled with something that resembled pleasure as it licked my natural lubrication from its skin. The whole monster grunted gleefully as my flavor hit, then it slipped into me again for more.

The hulking atrocity seemed to be enjoying itself now. If it was planning to eat me, this was a unique way to tenderize me first.

Though unlike Theron, who had taken excruciating care to make sure my sense of pleasure could overwhelm my fear and pain, this beast was rough and focused on draining me of a fluid other than blood. Comforting me seemed less the goal, in lieu of its curiosity in seeing what it could make my body do.

I cursed every involuntary reaction that only made the whole situation that much more disturbing. My mind was fighting my body, while my body was trying to drag my mind into a sense of security and relaxation, and the images translating through my eyes weren’t accepting either result.

I cringed as its movements became more hurried and less careful. It was pure luck that it’d managed a positive reaction out of me, and now it had become the guy who changed up the tempo and ruined my chance to orgasm right after I’d just told him ‘I’m so close!’

I flinched when a fingernail nicked my skin, serving as a new reminder of the legitimate danger I was in. I jerked again, but I was completely restrained. Fortunately my own wandering thoughts mixed with the fading high of the last orgasm had helped me forget the reality for a few relieving seconds, but that hadn’t given me any real respite.

How much time was I wasting under here? Would I ever get out, or was this the end of the line in every way, shape, and form?

A sick feeling churned in my stomach as the beast started caressing and massaging my shoulders. It glided smoothly down my arms, feeling along the soft definition of my biceps. It reached my forearms and a sudden and unexpected warmth filled me the moment its exploration brushed over Theron’s scars.

The heat was only comforting for a fraction of a second. Another second and the temperature became unbearable. Fire scorched through my veins, and I would have screamed if my mouth wasn’t full and covered. Grips tightened across every limb as I attempted to thrash. My eyes watered, and I hoped crying might put out the fire beneath my skin. Sweat flowed freely, though I couldn’t be sure I wasn’t physically melting.

It was so hot. So fucking hot.

The monster let me go with a start, tossing me back into the bone pile like it had just grabbed a hot iron from a fire pit. Bones jabbed into my naked sides, the sharp edge of a broken femur sliced my thigh, and landing on a hard skull sent a jolt of pain through my shoulder, but it was life or death, and this was my one bid for life. I scrambled through a symphony of clacking corpses, while the monster flailed, grabbing and throwing handfuls of broken pieces through the cavern.

I kept scrambling, swimming through the unstable pile, and having little time to dwell on the what and why of it until I was out of danger. Hard and sharp skeletal remains scraped and dug into my shins and my hands and my everything, but the pain was temporary, and I didn’t have time or mind available to acknowledge it.

A small cavern caught my eye in the distance. One much too small for the beast to fit through. A perfect escape.

Determined, I kept pushing forward, then I hunkered down in a safe cubby. It was only then that I was able to take the time to analyze the situation.