Megan and the Monster

An Original Story By rutger5 (Copyright 2010)

This story contains elements of non-consent/reluctance.

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Introduction: My, what a big c**k you have.

Megan took a deep breath as she took in the panoramic view. It really was incredible. She was standing at a campsite on the lower slope of Mt. Rainier. The camp was located on a small plateau, a couple of thousand feet above sea level. Down below in the distance, Megan could make out the figures of her boyfriend Matt and his friend Randy. From her vantage point they appeared smaller than children. She continued gazing farther down and spotted the trail they'd hiked up on snaking its way through the forest.

Turning around Megan surveyed the higher ground. The trees around there seemed very old and dense to her. The ground steadily rose, with the higher elevation shrouded in fog and clouds. It had been raining since they'd arrived in Seattle two days earlier. They'd stayed in Seattle the first night and then had driven to the national park the following day.

They had hiked up the lowest part of the mountain then set up camp. Right then Matt and Randy were gathering wood for their fire as Megan continued to scan above her. She couldn't explain why, but she had the strangest feeling that she was being watched. All she saw were a few birds flitting about, but she couldn't shake the feeling. In LA where she lived, she would just assume it could be someone in a nearby building or something like that. But out here in the wild she didn't know. When they had parked in the lot yesterday there were no other cars parked and the visitor logbook hadn't had a signature for a week. Still, someone could have hiked there from another direction or she could just be imagining things. Just then she heard the noise of a tent flap, followed by a yawn. She turned to see a curly, dark-haired young woman emerge from one of the two tents.

"Morning," the woman mumbled, "is there any coffee left?"

"There's a little left on the fire, I think," Megan responded.

"Thanks," Carla said as she staggered to the fire, "where are the guys?"

"They're down there somewhere. They say they're collecting firewood but I think that they're just playing with sticks."

"Well boys will be boys. As long as when Randy gets back he will play with me he can do what he wants the rest of the time," Carla said with a lustful grin. "By the way I hope we didn't disturb you too much last night, but it's the only place I can be myself. Back home, people have called the cops more than once on us because I'm a little loud."

"Oh I didn't notice," Megan lied.

She thought a little loud, yeah like a 767 is a little plane and Mt. Rainier is a little hill. She also realized that was why she was a little tense and irritable that morning. If it wasn't bad enough that Carla was so loud it seemed the two of them had gone at it for hours. They must have done it at least four times. And making it worse she hadn't gotten any herself. Megan understood that Matt was tired for he'd carried most of her gear during the climb as well as his own. Then since he was the only one with real camping experience it made sense for him to set up both tents, as well as starting the camp fire. After first eating some sandwiches they'd brought with them for a quick supper Matt had smoked part of a joint then announced he was turning in early. When Megan joined him in the tent he was already in his sleeping bag. Within five minutes Matt was asleep and gently snoring.

Then the noises started. The two of them going at it -- and loudly. Carla moaning and dirty talking, telling Randy to fill her with his big cock. From the sounds she'd made he obviously did. Megan started to get pretty worked up herself. She and Matt hadn't done it for a few days while getting ready for vacation. Then the night in Seattle they'd both had too much to drink and had just fallen into bed. So that night in the tent she'd tossed and turned in her sleeping bag, a fire growing between her legs. Megan had even let her fingers drift down there. But she had never been able to play with herself with someone nearby. Even though Matt was asleep, and he had played with her and more, she couldn't relax enough to come.

She finally had drifted into a restless sleep but one other thing had happened that night. Megan wasn't sure if it was a dream or real but she remembered waking up to the sound of silence. All was quiet. Then she heard a cry, or a call, of some kind of animal. It had started low in pitch, then gotten higher, almost like a whistle, before ending in a howling sound.

Now with all this running through her mind Megan didn't feel like dealing with Carla now. She was alright, though they didn't have much in common. But right then when she looked at her all she could hear were the sounds from last night in her head. And that just reminded Megan of her own unfulfilled desire. Damn, Megan thought, at least Matt could have given her a quickie before running off to play in nature. She decided what she needed was a quick hike to burn off her frustration.

Within a few minutes she was ready to go. She had on her hiking boots and thick socks as well as jeans that showed off her round, ample, ass and long legs. She was also wearing a flannel shirt with a comfy sweater over it. Though it was July, it was cooler than the average temperature for the area, being in the low 60's. Megan ducked into her tent and grabbed a few more things. She grabbed a few energy bars for a snack, her filled water bottle, and a hoody in case she needed it. At the last minute she grabbed the partially smoked joint and a lighter. She came out of the tent and looked downhill and saw the guys were even further away. It looked like they were studying something on the ground.

"Hey Carla," Megan said, "I'm going to take a quick hike up the mountain."

Carla looked at her and nodded before answering. "Be careful."

"I will. I'm an old pro at hiking," Megan said as she started out.

That part was true. Megan had hiked a lot growing up, although this was the first time she had actually camped out. Megan briskly started up the hill. She'd noticed a bluff from the camp a few hundred yards up the mountain and a little to the east. She was able to reach it without much difficulty, although the sun had disappeared behind the clouds again as she climbed. Whether due to the slight change in altitude or something else Megan felt chilly. She put on her hoody and noticed a narrow trail heading up which she began to climb. The trail zigzagged, but generally went up and to the east. It was fairly steep and soon Megan was laboring when the trail reached a level stretch.

Pausing, Megan had a sip of water and decided to smoke. She wasn't a big user, but out there in the wild it seemed right as well as taking off the edge she felt. She lit up and felt her lungs fill with the acrid smoke. After a few minutes Megan felt herself mellow, but if anything she felt even hornier. She thought about how when she and Matt had first been together he couldn't keep his hands off her.

Now a little after a year their sex life had gone downhill. Megan had only been with four guys beside Matt in her life. Her high school flame was the first, then there had been two boyfriends in college and soon after she moved to LA she'd had a one night stand. She didn't know that was what it was at the time, but he'd never called her again.

She knew their dwindling sex life wasn't because she'd lost any of her looks for she was barely twenty-five. Her B-cup breasts were still high and firm with sensitive, pink nipples. Her stomach was nearly flat, just a little soft, the way a woman's stomach should be. Her legs were long and toned and her butt was big, round and firm. Megan was fairly tall, around five foot seven, with copper red hair, flashing green eyes and ivory white skin. Guys hit on her all the time; in fact her lecherous boss had just offered her a big bonus if she would sleep with him.

"I'm not that kind of girl," Megan informed him.

He took her rejection with a smile and told her she was too good of a worker for him to upset, but if she ever changed her mind to let him know. Megan thought to herself, only half kidding, if things went on like they had been going she might accept that offer. Not for the money, just to get laid. She had never been easy, but she did love sex and missed it.

Lost in her thoughts, Megan didn't realize that fog was rolling down the mountain toward her position, blanketing all in its wake. As it began streaming past her, Megan first became aware of it. She also noticed it had become very silent. Looking around she realized that the way she had come from had already become indistinct in the fog. She decided to return immediately, before visibility became any worse. At that moment she heard, in the direction in question, that strange cry she'd heard the night before in camp. Only now it was much louder and closer.

Megan was stricken with an unreasonable panic. She turned away from the direction of the noise and began to run as fast as she could. After a short distance the trail split, with one branch climbing while the other skirted the mountain at the current altitude. Megan's feet took the more level trail and she kept running. All she heard were the sounds of her footfalls and her own breathing. As she began to become winded her right foot stepped beyond the narrow trail. Immediately she lost her footing and began to slide down the slope.

This cleared her mind somewhat and she reached out for something to slow or stop her body. Luckily her left hand came into contact with and then grasped a protruding tree root. Her body stopped short, though she felt a pain in her left shoulder from the sudden strain. She then used her right arm to pull herself to the root. Now under control she slowly began to work her way back up to the trail. It was slow going because the ground was wet and muddy, but going on all fours she managed to regain the trail.

First she rested a minute as she caught her breath. Then remembering what had caused her initial flight Megan climbed to her feet with the intention of continuing down the trail. At that moment she felt, more than heard, something approaching her rapidly. Megan started to turn, and from the corner of her eye saw something dark and massive looming out of the fog. The next moment this bulk collided with and lifted her from the ground. She felt her body lifted, buffeted, and tossed like a leaf in the wind; then she was cast over 'something', at which time it started to move.

Megan's body was clutched by a massive, fur covered arm to an even more massive, hairy body. Her head was under the creature's armpit and the smell was overpowering her with its mingled musk, sweat, and dirt. She could feel the creature moving much more rapidly than she could have and though she couldn't see much, she could see the creature had left the trail and was ascending. Low thin branches smacked against her body and she felt lightheaded. The creature continued at a frantic pace, until reaching a crest it plunged down a chasm like valley unbelievably fast. At this time Megan mercifully fainted.

As Megan came to she felt confused. At first she thought she'd been dreaming. When she first opened her eyes things appeared hazy. As her vision cleared she could see what looked like giant tree roots above her, with a grayish light filtering through them. Megan realized she was lying in rich, fertile dirt and the smell filled her nose, that and another stronger smell. She abruptly sat up. They were tree roots and she was underneath them. Looking around she realized she was in some kind of hollow, dug out underneath an enormous, old growth tree.

This earthen chamber was roughly circular and seemed at least thirty feet wide. Nearby was a pile of leaves and branches around ten feet long. As her vision adjusted to the gloom she noticed a darker shadow at the edge of the chamber and it moved! Megan was filled with fear and her disjointed memory recognized that smell. She moved backwards trying to get further away from it, when suddenly the shadow came right at her.

She was able to see a huge, hairy body, over seven feet tall and covered in matted brown fur. The creature's head was extremely large with a heavy, ridge like brow. Its face was covered with a long beardlike growth and the top of the head had long, matted brown hair. But what Megan noticed the most, and what was terrifying her was the large jutting cock standing straight out. She only had a moment to take in this sight, when a long muscular arm reached towards her. Then her ankle was seized and she was being dragged towards the creature. Megan's hands tried to find something to latch onto but only found loose dirt.

"Nooo," she cried out as she wound up at the feet of the beast- and they were really big feet.

They appeared to be over two feet long and very wide. Lying on the dirt and looking up Megan also had an unobstructed view of its huge cock. It was easily over a foot long, she guessed at least a foot and a half. It was probably as thick as Megan's forearm and a steady trickle of clear liquid was oozing from the head. It was hairless except at the very base while the skin was a tannish color. Underneath were its balls and they were covered with short, wiry hair with each appearing to be as big as a softball.

Then the creature released Megan's ankle with one hand while its other hand grasped the front waistband of her jeans and lifted her bodily into the air. Reaching for anything to steady herself from the disorientation of being suspended in mid-air Megan's cool, white hand inadvertently grabbed the creature's hot, gigantic cock. The beast reacted in a shot letting out a tortured moan as its massive member ejaculated a large blast of thick, white cum. Its cock throbbed and pulsed in Megan's hand as shot after shot fired across the chamber colliding with the wall five feet away. This went on for a full minute, and Megan, though paralyzed with fright, couldn't believe the amount of cum the creature had discharged. She could see each ball twitching as it sent more troops into battle. The creature then let out a large groan that seemed to shake the very chamber.

It then carried Megan to the center of the leaf bed and put her down on her back, while itself kneeling down. It grasped her waistband with the other hand as well, and ripped her jeans. The stress from this caused every stitch and seam of the garment to separate from her waist to her knees. The creature tossed the pieces of fabric away and deeply inhaled the woman's fragrance. Her scent intoxicated the beast more than fermented berries.

Megan attempted to crawl away but the creature easily grabbed a leg and pulled her to him. She screamed and cried and thrashed about but this had no effect. She was placed against its body and could feel the heat radiating from it. It was much hotter than a human. With one finger the creature snagged the edge of Megan's sensible cotton panties and tore them from her, her scent enhanced and amplified to it.

Though Megan continued to struggle the creature easily twisted her onto her stomach. It placed one hand under the top of her thigh and lifted her into a position where her ass was pointing in the air and her knees were on the ground. Its other arm it placed squarely against Megan's back holding her firmly in place. It then brought its face down and forward until it was only a few inches from Megan's pretty, pink pussy. She could feel its hot breath on her.

Shaking from fear she let out a long cry of "Nooo!" when the creature opened its large mouth and unfurled its tongue. The tongue looked to be as large as a cow's. It was wide, long, and agile as well as strong. It flicked the tongue forward, getting a first taste of the scent that had drawn the creature to her. Its tongue lapped against Megan, covering her pussy from her clit all the way to the bottom of her lips, overlapping onto the back of her legs as well parts of her ass crack and cheeks.

"Ooooh, ooooh," the creature hooted as its tongue tasted Megan's juices. It began lapping at her like a parched animal finding water, its tongue licking Megan's succulent pussy again and again.

"Oh no, please stop, no don't," Megan whimpered as the beast feasted on her treasure.

The creature's mouth released a large amount of its very slippery saliva onto Megan wherever it licked. The tongue was rough and stimulated wherever it traveled; the pointed tip caressed Megan's sensitive clit then passed upward, forging a path between her pink lips and then passing on before repeating the process. Against her will Megan's body betrayed her as her pussy began leaking copious amounts of fluid. The new output caused the creature to redouble its efforts which pushed Megan to her first orgasm in days. She let out a low moan and her body shuddered in release.

The creature then changed its technique. It forced the tip between her wet lips and began to tunnel deeper. Megan let out an alarmed groan, but though she managed to bring her right hand back toward her pussy she could not dislodge the creature's face no matter how hard she pushed. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she cried between moans. The beasts tongue had reached deeper than anything ever had in her. None of her five lovers had been above average in size. The tongue was now stimulating her G-spot, as well as beyond it. It wriggled its tongue while pushing towards her womb.

When it reached the limit of her pussy, it greatly increased the movement of its tongue, seemingly spinning inside her. The pressure on her G-spot as well as every other nerve ending in her pussy sent Megan into a string of body shaking orgasms. When one ended, another would begin. Sometimes they would overlap, with one starting before the current one ended. She felt her juices running down her pussy and legs, as well as down its powerful tongue. After one especially powerful orgasm Megan briefly blacked out.

When she recovered, the creature had withdrawn its tongue and now both of its gigantic hands were grasping and supporting Megan by the hips. Though her knees were lightly on the ground the creature was moving her as if she was a twig. It shifted behind her, and Megan felt the creature's hardness poking around her sopping pussy. The thought of this beast raping her with its inhumanly large cock gave Megan a jolt of adrenalin. She began to thrash about and tried to back kick at the creature, but her positioning made that futile.

She next grabbed the huge, hairy hands and tried to pull them off her to no avail. All the time she was calling for help. Though she was getting nowhere, Megan continued to struggle. Unfortunately for her this led to an unforeseen outcome. While she tried to wriggle free Megan instead shifted to a position where her pussy lined up directly to the creature's hard cock with the cockhead actually slipping into the outer fold of her pinkness. Sensing this, the creature pulled Megan a few inches closer, forcing its massive member deeper. As this happened Megan cried out in despair while the beast also let out a groan, but purely one of pleasure. Megan was really frightened now for the cock was so big she wondered if it could injure or even kill her.

The creature continued to pull her closer, a little bit at a time. Her pussy had never felt anything like it before. She was being stretched to her limit. She was lucky in that the head of the beast's cock was the thinnest part. It became progressively thicker as it headed toward the base. It kept pulling Megan to it, until its head reached the back of her canal. If it kept going she could be in trouble but whether by luck, instinct, or knowledge the creature stopped for a moment, then slowly began to pull back.