Yeah, yeah, welcome to the darkest recesses of my mind as I am circling around on precisely how to wrap up the heir. There are huge changes for most of it after she arrives at her home as I finish the final installment dealing with a praise kink. I will try to have something solid and complete out by February. But for now, here's a weird shifter short I recommend not reading.
The rural road through forest always made me nervous when I had to drive it at night. It was sprinkling, making conditions worse in the dark. And the rear of my twenty year old Buick was in a ditch with no hope of being driven out.
But what worried me were the stories that people went missing on this dangerous mountain road. I didn't know anyone who'd gone missing, so it was probably just ridiculous stories.
After thirty minutes waiting with no other car passing by and no heater to keep me warm, I knew this would be a long night. But just as I closed my eyes and rested my head against the window, someone tapped on it then shined a flashlight in.
I had no power, so I had to open the door. I squinted from the blinding light.
"You need a place to keep warm?" an older male voice asked.
"I need a ride down to town."
He chuckled. "That ain't happening. Real big storm with hail is coming in around twenty minutes or so. That's my driveway where my truck is parked ahead. I live five minutes away if you want a place to warm up til morning."
I sighed. This wasn't negotiable if a storm was on the way.
He extended a hand to me and took me to the passenger side of a truck. And once he got in and I could see him beneath the cab light, he was probably in his sixties or seventies.
The motor was loud when he cranked it and turned on his lights. we backed up and turned, headed down a gravelly road to a small house.
Once inside the windowless, messy home with a combined livingroom and kitchen, I had to assume the only two doors to the left were a bedroom and a bathroom. Behind me, the grey-haired man in flannel shut the door and clicked several loud locks into place.
"Was there mention of when the storm would pass?" I asked.
The elderly man glanced my way with a crooked smile that had a few missing teeth. "I was lying about the storm, its clearing up soon. Folks like you are too stubborn to willingly leave your cars without good reason. The beasts outside can easily break into the vehicles if there's something they want."
"Beasts?"
"Werewolves. A few are friendly, but most are insane." The man didn't seem to be joking. He believed this story he told me.
I was stuck with a crazy person overnight in a remote area where there was no cell coverage.
"Want some tea or soda?" the man asked.
"Soda."
"You got it."He cleared his throat and took off his jacket before a quick few steps to the refrigerator to get some ice.
After he poured the drink and brought it over, I sat at the tiny table in an awkwardly silent wait with the old man about three-feet from me in a recliner with his tv blaring loud to something western in black and white.
That went on for while, with me unusually drowsy and drifting off before a loud knock startled me.
"Oh Laney, you're going to like Harold." the man grunted from bad joints as he got up.
"How did you know my name?" I asked, feeling both tired and tense from the situation.
"Looked up your plates and accounts before I came to get you. Had to see who might be interested." He went to the door and freed the several locks with loud clanks.
"Interested." I spoke under my breath, slightly slurred.
"Women are hard for these boys in these parts. They're a bit different."
Now I attempted to stand, almost falling sideways from the chair.
The door opened to a man with shoulder length black hair--and he was naked with a cock hard and long, pointed directly toward me. He was at least 6'6" and broadly built. That in combination with a chiseled jaw and a face that belonged on the cover of a magazine made him an odd combination of sexy and intimidating. His scowl while assessing me made him a nightmare I knew i couldn't run from and easily escape. And the erection kept growing as he took in the sight of me.
He took a small brown canvas pack and shoved it to the old man, but never taking his eyes off me. He ducked his head to enter the house.
From beside him, the old man opened the pack and smiled. It would have appeared friendly earlier. "She's all yours. you'll have to carry her for a few hours or so, then she'll perk up again."
Harold marched in toward me, his cock swaying.
I attempted a scurry that landed me on the floor.
I tried to tell both men that i wasnt Harold's, i wasnt certain it came out more than incoherent muttering though.
He wrapped an arm around my waist and lifted me to flop onto his shoulder like I was a sack of potatoes hed purchased.
A man as large as Harold easily could do anything he wanted to me, even at a time I was fully functioning, but now I was absolutely helpless as he carried me out into a sprinkling night and trudged into the forest, maintaining his footing in the blackness.
2
After bouncing awake while over this man's shoulder--who currently jogged--I pretended to remain asleep. I had to give a good fight, though. The further he took me, the less likely I could find a road.
I knew that my muscle strength had returned, so I twisted and attempted to knee his neck.
his Lightning fast reflexes had my legs in his hold, and he pulled me down in front of him. I didn't know what I'd been thinking to do something so stupid. I couldn't see in this darkness.
Harold proceeded to easily rip my clothes off despite more struggle from me to twist and get distance from him. frigid air consumed every inch of me and I could have sworn a claw poked into my waist. "Learn obedience!" He shoved part of my clothing into my mouth and hooked an arm beneath my stomach and bent me over.
A massive hand landed on my bare ass with a loud pop that echoed. If not for the gag, I would have screamed.
He spanked me hard three more times, me crying into the thick cloth, while trying to hold up some of my weight on trembling legs that would hardly support me.
"No running," The naked man's words came out guttural. The next time he lifted me over his shoulder, he didn't trudge forward as fast. It was probably only twenty minutes before he stopped in a deathly silent area.
A door groaned closed, and it sounded like several bolts scraped into locking positions.
He lowered me onto hard ground and moved away. Seconds later, a flame lit in a handheld lamp, illuminating him. It made this predicament worse that he had a gorgeous face. I would have gone on a date with him if I'd met him in class or online.
After putting the lamp to the side, he grabbed my right tit and squeezed with a force that caused me to whimper.
"Your cunt smells virgin." The gropey hand went down to my cunt, prodding like someone who had no clue what the area was designed for.
Glancing down to his shadowed crotch revealed a massive dick awaiting the opportunity to use me. No sooner than I thought that, he guided me onto my back, pinning my wrists. I shut my legs, but he leaned down and bit my nipple with a force that caused me to cry out. I would lose a fight anyway, so my legs spread for him to position on top of me.
A stranger who ran through the forest naked was about to take my virginity on ground in an empty area that only had a lamp, a few boxes in the corner and a bed roll.
Harold grunted as he pushed into my tight pussy, and it didn't easily allow him entry into me despite the surprising slickness.
These types of rough encounters with alpha males shouldn't excite a girl. There was no telling why i reacted this way physically, but i knew better than to believe i wanted this man to keep me as his personal fuck-doll.
A mix between an abnormal grunt and a growl accompanied a hard shove all the way into my cunt. I should be somewhere safe and public right now. I should be partying with friends or meeting a hot guy. I shouldn't be in some hollowed out stone room with a dirt floor while being pinned down and getting fucked by a massive stranger who doesn't quite seem human.
Harold rested his left elbow by my head and used his right hand on my throat, using the hold to tilt my face to his. This uneven lighting made him appear gorgeous in a lethal sort of way. He now appeared to demand control over what I chose to look at, and his dominant stare was intense and mind-shattering. He reared back before another thrust into me, staring into my eyes for my reaction, then forced his mouth to mine when he knew the roughness became too shocking for me to handle silently.
It turned into the sort of pounding that felt as though my insides would be redesigned to accommodate this gargantuan cock. The hold on my neck tightened and the kiss became more forceful with his tongue diving deep into my throat. His form felt more and more massive atop me by the moment, using his strength in a way that had me bobbing with every thrust.
The kiss broke, but the hold on my neck remained. The pumps into me began to feel euphoric with a hypersensitivity focused on the way his massive cock prodded deep into me.
My body took control, my back arching, and angling my hips to where my cunt needed friction for a mind-shredding orgasm.
