Gentleman Monster

I knew I wanted you the moment I saw you, standing with your friends, enjoying your first round of drinks after getting to the club. Something about you... the way you dressed, the way you walked. Something about you called out to a primal part of me, and I knew I had to have you.

I'm a respectable man, I am well regarded in the community, and to see me you'd assume I'm a doctor or a financier. So, your friends were shocked when I walked right up to you and loudly asked if you'd like to fuck.

Oh, your friends' faces were priceless, with open mouths, and eyes widening in disgust and horror. To your credit, they came to your defense admirably, and smiling I willingly backed down with an apology and some excuse about mistaken identity and too much alcohol.

But it wasn't their reaction I was watching for, it was yours.

And in your face at that moment, I saw all I needed. Initially shock, then embarrassment, and then... curiosity. Your body stiffened, went rigid, but then, your womanly desire took over, and I could see that. The hot flush in your cheeks, the hint of a smile, the softening of your eyes locked with mine told me volumes about you. I knew in that instant, yes, you were intrigued.

I mingled at the club, stealing glances at you and catching you returning them, but your friends had nothing but red-hot daggers for me. They consoled you, and you all seemed to enjoy yourselves dancing and enjoying several rounds of drinks, a few of which I secretly sent your way.

It's hard for me, being surrounded by sycophants, people wanting to rub elbows and be seen; it's tiring. I'm a respectable man, my charity work is well regarded, and my boyish looks with salt-and-pepper hair keep me constantly surrounded by those wanting to further their status. So dull. No one would suspect the raging desires within me. The cruel monster straining to be free. Not even you I suspect, as my eyes caught yours from across the floor, and you averted them, face reddening, cheeks flushed, and in that moment, your fate was sealed.

I anonymously sent over one last round of drinks, and eagerly watched the transformation with growing excitement, as your motions became more exaggerated: freer. The swaying of those hips, begging for fulfilment, the increasing irritation of your tight dress that you've been adjusting more and more, the alluring swagger accentuating your shapely buttocks, all further reinforced my desire and steeled my resolve.

You and your friends disperse from the club. I see you scanning the thinning sea of people; whatever could you be looking for? I watch you from the shadows as the valet runs off to return my car, and I step outside into the street lit night, still watching your progress as you finally exited the club, alone. You had not gotten far when you saw a black Mercedes pull up, door opening, "Would you like a ride?"

You peer in the open door, swaying slightly, uncertain, and then your face lights up, but only for a split second. You scowl, quickly masking your your initial excitement, and reply: "Sure, but just a ride home. I'm not sure who you think I am."

"Of course, ma'am, I just want to apologize for my rude behavior earlier." With that, you swing your ass into the car, and heavily thump down into the cool leather seat. Collecting yourself, I reach way over you to pull the door shut. You recoil in surprise at the suddenness of my weight on you, and I inhale a heady mix of liquor, fruit, and your delightful womanly scent: a mix of sweat, and your moist pussy, unmistakably fertile and ready. "Apologies again," I murmur, as I shift the car in gear, and we start to drive off.

It does not dawn on you for a while that you haven't told me where you live, or that we're likely driving off somewhere not even remotely near your home. At one point you question it and I laugh, saying I want to show you something. At this point, you begin to get nervous, but it's too late. You realize we are in a remote industrial part of town, and regardless of what your loins may have lulled you into believing, you begin to experience fear.

Realizing an error in judgement, I pull over to the side of the road, in front of a massive, shuttered factory, one of many in a silent testament to forgotten wealth. As I shut the car off, I can feel you shift, and as I glance at you I see panic in your eyes. So delicious, I just want to bask in your fear, but instead I smile reassuringly, touching your leg as you flinch, and murmur "Relax kitten, I just need to check something." I quickly get out of the car and pop the trunk, reaching to find what I had earlier forgotten to have handy.

Meanwhile, for some inexplicable reason, you finally decide to take your chances, and get out of the car, uncertain as to which way to run. You sway unsteadily, looking at me, and then one side of the street, and then the other. You decide to run past me, and I quickly bound a few steps and grab you by the arm. I had hoped it wouldn't come to this, but it's too hard having a resistant passenger. I hold up the plastic bag I've gotten from the car, and shake out a piece of cloth, a large rag. You can't stop me as I lock your neck in the crook of my elbow, and place the cloth over your face. Naturally, you struggle, but it only takes a few breaths, and then you are limp in my arms, and I gently scoop you up and place you back in the car.

You slowly regain consciousness on a firm, enormous bed, against a wall with large dirty windows high above. The cavernous space is filled with light, and furniture settings dot the interior landscape. Bright sunlight floods the room from an endless surround of windows, 2 stories up, almost as if you are outside. And you are naked.

Stripped of your sleek, nightclub dress, revealing your delightfully feminine breasts, you seek to cover yourself but there is nothing on the bed but a soft, overstuffed pillow. And the chain. You are dressed solely in a shiny steel manacle on your ankle, terminating a similarly shiny steel chain, that trails off the bed and out of sight.

You do not appear hurt, and other than a slight headache, well rested. It appears to be afternoon, and you notice a tray with fruit and cheese and bread on a table, cool water in a pitcher with a ceramic goblet, laid out for your consumption. Your stomach thinks this is a good thing, and you realize the chain is long enough to allow you some freedom from the bed as you make your way to the food.

You greedily eat, and drink the entire pitcher of water. As you're wiping droplets of water that spilled from your mouth and onto your pendulous breasts, nipples swelling at your touch, you notice me sitting in a chair, observing you. You stare at me, uncertain of what to do or say, knowing you can't run and realizing that screaming is likely pointless. You stand at your full height, hands at your sides and look back at me with... what is that? Defiance? Hatred? No... something else.

I see relief. Defiance also to be sure, but relief. At finally being forced to acknowledge what you really are. A woman, naked and exposed to a much more powerful man, and you know that I will have whatever I want from you and there is nothing you can do to stop it. I see no need for pretense, for words, spoken reassurances that ring hollow in the reality of decisive action. You are mine now, exactly how I wanted it.

I stand, and start towards you. Stripping off my shirt, and stopping to remove my shoes, then socks. A few more steps and then stopping to pull off my trousers, one leg as time, leaving them in a crumpled heap on the immaculate shiny concrete floor. My boxers betray my excitement as they form a tent, and I stop to remove those, exposing a massive, rock hard phallus, that dips and bobs as I finish the distance between us. Absentmindedly, I give it a stroke, and a single bead of precum forms at the head from the unblinking eye that your gaze seems drawn to.

I may seem respectable, even fully undressed with a modestly girthed, but long erection, but I am not a patient man, and my patience has expired. Any questions you may have about your presence here are instantly answered as I reach out, and lift you off the floor, positioning you above my straining member, yearning upwards. Gently I lower you onto my shaft, and despite the abruptness of my act, your body betrays you again with growing moisture forming between your labia, as you sink down the full length of me, eyes widening in shock. I stride the few steps to the bed, lowering you onto it, and slowly and roughly thrust myself into you. Over and over, in a measured pace, I sink my cock into you fully and pull it out again. Thrust, withdraw, repeated for longer than you think possible, your cervix not being spared the same violation as your cunt, as you feel my swollen head slam against it, time after time.

You find yourself hoping I'll finish. Your muscles grip my cock, and I soon feel you shudder underneath me, back arched as you curse and moan and scream. Your body tightens in apparent pain, face in a spasm of ecstasy, as you gush fluids from your pussy, and writhe under my weight, wantonly moving your hips to match my still steady thrusts as you gasp for breath and then begin to languorously stretch out fully beneath me. Eventually you'll go numb from the friction, but for now you lay in a pool of your own fluids, and the sloppy wet sounds of my still fully erect member continuously pumping into and out of you fogging your brain, and soon, you feel it again.

You feel your heart will burst, as your breath becomes ragged again. You're not sure when you grabbed my shoulders, pulling me down to embrace you, but my entire weight is on your slim frame, my chest pressing against your breasts, our bodies slick with sweat, and I quicken my pace and you cry out again as your body consumes itself with another electric storm, igniting every nerve in your body in a shuddering climax as I relentlessly continue to hammer at you.

I gaze down at you dispassionately as my hips rock, my tight buttocks clenched as I'm thrusting my cock in and out of you with a steadily increasing rhythm. Your reaction is amusing, and your fluids are effusive as I begin to near my own climax. I hear you begin a feeble protest, words barely audible between moans and half-caught breath, as I quicken my pace again and continue my endless assault on your cervix. Your hands travel to my hips, as you uselessly try to slow my thrusting hips, and your head moves side to side protesting and moaning in turns.

Your face begins to harden, and your body goes taut again, as your eyes take on a feral gleam in a fight or flight response, fear filling you as you brace for another body wracking climax in its final betrayal of your carefully crafted identity, your womanhood on full display as your nipples strain erect, and your gape pulses and tightens with pleasure. You hear me moan and realize what is happening. You manage to whisper, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Please fill me with your seed!, as I realize I am at the point of no return.

I feel my pleasure rising in my root chakra, as millions of sperm gather for the assault. You are a raging tigress underneath me, heedless of me, or yourself, as you thrust your arms about and arch your back, meeting my violent thrusts with equal ferocity. Spurred on by your utter abandonment despite my unfeeling nature, I quickly experience that familiar sensation at the base of my balls, and then I shout as my cock, which has been trying to penetrate your cervix itself, explodes deep inside your womb. Wave after wave of my seed forcefully splashes against it, my thick spunk pooling at your inner opening, forcing its way through as months of rage and respectability are at once dispelled in this moment of primal fulfillment.

Shuddering, I relax onto you. Panting in quick, deep breaths as you lay motionless underneath me, our bodies saturated in sweat, I place my fingers at your opening as you murmur and open to them. I do not feel the sticky fluid which sometimes leaks out, but you are pinned down, unable to use gravity to thwart your destiny, as my seed continues its silent work, filling your womb, searching for your egg.

In time, I arise, my glistening cock still semi erect, and walk away, across the cavernous room, light dimmer with approaching dusk. Exhausted and still sore, you lay there watching me. I return with a picture of water and fill your goblet, tenderly raising it to your lips, encouraging you to drink, slaking your thirst. You notice other objects I've brought over. A small plastic bottle of fluid, and a large blue object, shaped like a monstrous tentacle.

I pick up the Bad Dragon dildo and pour several drops of the thick fluid on it. Looking at you, I ask "Shall we continue now." It's not actually a question.