From scientific research to interspecies sex; this is the continuing dark tale of human and nonhuman desires that come to a head in a cauldron of primal sexual impulses, violent sex, animal lust, polyamorous matings, and interspecies breeding.
For story continuity, if you haven't done so already be sure and read
The Mating: A Sasquatch Abduction and A Sasquatch Abduction Ch. 01
Warning: This story contains elements of forced couplings between human and nonhuman entities, anal sex, reluctant/non-consensual sex, pregnancy sex.
Having been advised . . . please suspend your disbelief and enjoy.
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Smart, career-minded, attractive, educated, sexually curious, all the adjectives that would describe a young millennial woman.
Little did I imagine ten months ago how much my life was going to change. Yes, I was excited and looking forward to the long anticipated field research project, but it was as if the ill winds of fate collided and I was caught in its midst, helplessly buffeted about by its power and inevitability.
Earlier this year, while participating in a University sponsored research project, I was alone in our camp, when I was abducted, repeatedly raped, and held captive for several days by a Sasquatch male. When my friends found me, I was bruised, battered and traumatized, unable to even speak of what had happened to me . . . what the Sasquatch had done to me. It took time, but with the help of medication and counseling, I began to feel that despite everything that had happened, the worse was over and I hoped I would be able to get on with my life. I was wrong because shortly afterward, I discovered I had been bred like a bitch in heat during my abduction and was now carrying the creature's child.
Even now, my mind drifts back, and I'm forced to remember the events of the last year. Hopefully recounting my story to you will bring me peace of mind and a measure of closure.
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Several Weeks Earlier:
True to his word, my old friend James had arranged for someone from town to deliver the supplies each month to my isolated cabin in the mountains outside of Morganston, Washington. In addition to the grocery and supply orders, James had also paid the mechanic from Ferguson's Garage to accompany the delivery person the following month and drive my jeep back to the cabin. The excitement of having the jeep back was short-lived, within a few days of being returned, I awoke one morning to find that during the night the creature had pulled and dislodged wires that left the jeep inoperable. As if that wasn't bad enough, my mobile phone though initially able to get a faint signal, no longer had receptivity at all.
I was literally isolated here in the woods except for the small group of Sasquatch. The large, male Sasquatch had brought me to the old female once before, but this time when we walked into the camp, the members of the group began to gather around and then parted as the old female Sasquatch emerged. She came forward, and I saw the small gourd that she carried; when she handed the gourd to me, I took it without protest and drank. The crushed herb used in the tea acted as a sedative of sorts that calmed me, made me submissive and compliant; I welcomed the impaired reality.
As I stood there, I could feel my legs begin to weaken, and for support, I reached out and grabbed the arm of the male I called Drel, my interpretation of the sound the others made when they wanted his attention or spoke to him. A feeling of contentment began to settle over me, and Drel caught me as I leaned against him; picking me up, he carried me to a dim corner of the camp. I lay there quietly looking about the encampment as the old female removed my clothes and began examining me. I was now entering my fourth month, and my belly starting to show a small protrusion; my breasts had begun to grow fuller; the areolas darker and wider; my nipples hard and long.
Alternating from left to right, she cupped my breasts. Massaging each breast, she pressed and squeezed, nodding her large head with approval at their increasing size. I whimpered when a warm sensation coursed downward from my nipples and settled between my legs. Taking each nipple between her fingers, she pinched and tweaked them until I grimaced with pain. It was too early to coax milk from them, but I guess she knew from her own experience that when the time grew nearer, I would be able to produce sufficient milk for the child to suckle.
The old woman examined my growing belly. She spread my legs wide and pressing my stomach, inserted two of her gnarled fingers inside me. Probing for several minutes, she finally ran her hand over and along the length of my pussy slit again, slipping them inside and withdrawing. This time they were covered with clear, sticky vaginal secretion, the sight, and feel of which seemed to please her.