Cold rock pressed against the soft flesh of her back, though she hadn't come to the realization as of yet. Still dizzy from whatever had hit her from behind that had promptly knocked her unconscious, she had her eyes closed. It took a moment or two for her eyes to open, but even then she remained in some sort of haze. All she could make out were dark splotches with slivers of white light peaking through. Eventually all came into focus. The woods. That's where she was.
Panic rose through Abigail. How had she gotten here? This made no sense to her. Just a few hours ago, she had been walking the dirt road of the small village, despite warnings. It seemed each Halloween, a young woman disappeared, never to be seen again. Always the purest of women, virginal--unwed, but of age.
She, in fact, was heading to church to pray for the souls of the villagers attending the Halloween feast, in the center in town. Abigail considered them heathens and hoped God would find their way into their hearts to stop this disgusting sacrilege. They danced around a bon fire, dressed as demons and ghosts, witches and man-beasts. It was a communion with the devil himself. They called her a prude for not joining in.
On her way, the street seemed suddenly cool. The wind whipped across her skin harshly, forcing her to bundle herself in her warm, wool sweater. Everything was calm and quiet, except the festivities of the Halloween feast could be heard in the distance. Abigail shuddered as her face curled in disgust.
Then suddenly, she felt a pain at the back of her head. Before she could turn, before she could even think, she saw the world becoming darker. Her body started to fall to the ground . . .
...And now, she was here, in the woods. She looked around herself, only to be shocked by what she saw. She was on a slab of rock a few feet off the ground. Her unclothed body lay there, bound to the table for the world to see, but luckily only the sky and moon were watching. She pulled at her hands above her head, only to meet resistance. The chain links chimed and scraped against the cold rock.
She wanted to cry out, to scream, but the embarrassment of her spread legs and naked body kept her mouth shut. The only sounds she made were soft, anguished whimpers. Cool wind whipped around her body, playing at her breasts. She shivered from the cold--all too exposed. Goose-bumps spread over her body. Her soft pink nipples began to harden under the night air's touch. A flush tainted her overly pale skin. Her body's reaction appalled her.
It seemed she stayed like this an eternity. The moon continued to beat down on her skin with its silver light. She prayed a cloud would pass and stay to block out the light. At least she wouldn't be able to see her body, but she hadn't been so lucky.
Her eyes gazed off into the woods when she thought she heard a sound. It sounded like a twig breaking. Embarrassment swelled within her even more at the thought of some man walking into the woods and finding her like this.
But it was no man. A hulking figure stood in the woods, hidden by shadows. Red eyes stared at Abigail from the creature as it slowly moved closer. She struggled with her chains, whimpering with fear to no avail.
"S-stay back!" she said with a fear filled voice.
The creature continued to walk closer until it walked in the moonlight. Abigail's eyes went wide as she took in the sight. It was large, indeed. Muscular and very male, but not human. His large red eyes glowed down at her as he came closer. Her own eyes surveyed. His skin was red as fire, tight with over the muscles of his large frame. His long black hair whipped around his body with the wind as it blew over them both with a soft howl. However, what caught her attention the most were his horns, sitting proudly on the top of his forehead, jutting out an oddly beautiful, yet terrifying face.
'It's the devil' she thought, shaking with fear, 'May the good Lord rescue me. I've been a good and faithful servant . . . '
The creature seemed to smirk at her as though he could hear her thoughts. The smirk turned to a lewd grin as the male thing stared at her body. The impure thoughts showed themselves in those glowing eyes.
He reached out a clawed hand at her, the dark pointing nails gently touched her hair, releasing it from its tight bound. Her long dark hair cascaded and spilled over his massive hand. He bent slightly then yanked her hair to his nose where he took a long smell, snorting his hot breath on her forehead.
Abigail trembled and tried to move her head enough to pull away from him. The massive being made a distinctly angry noise with a hiss. His hand reached for her face, grabbing it roughly. Abigail in turn, cried from the pain of his sharp claws digging into her soft flesh. He looked down at her, eyes narrowed. He sniffed at her. Then moved down her body, sniffing her deeply, but not touching. Abigail thought she might die of mortification when he reached the place between her opened legs. When she attempted to place her knees together, the creature yanked them apart roughly, giving her an irritated snort.
His face dipped lower in, taking long deep whiffs of her womanhood. Low grunts rumbled in the beasts' throat as she smelled her. Hungry sounds. He stayed there far too long, sniffing and groaning. To make matters worse, the hot air on her opened folds caused her to tingle. The sickening tingle brought tears to her eyes. It was a sensation she'd never experienced before, and she loathed that her body would betray her by somehow enjoying this!
The beast's hands stroked her inner thighs with deliberate gentleness. Up and down, up and down, using the fine tips of the black claws to tease her flesh. Abigail's breath caught as more tingling followed in the claw's wake. The feeling moved into her center, making her feel warm and moist. What was going on here? She had no idea. No one had ever touched her like this before.
"Lord, give me strength . . . " she whimpered out loud. The beast grunted. It almost sounded like a laugh.
He pulled his face back after giving her another long smell, then moved up her body. His hand smoothly ran along her stomach, causing the already present goose bumps to multiply. When he came to the pillowy mound, his massive hand grasped it. He clutched it tight between his fingers, squeezing it. Abigail yelped in pain, but the creature just stared at it in fascination. He lifted it, watched it move and flex beneath his fingers. After his hands finally pulled away, the mound returned to its spot with only red imprints as a reminder of the abuse her flesh just suffered.
His attention focused on the untouched breast. He moved to grasp it which caused Abigail to cry in misery. This time, he cupped her with a tender touch. His claws traced the pale white orb with his tips, tracing it from the beginning to the pink tip erect from cold. The beast's mouth moved to it, taking the nipple in with a hungry suckle. Abigail's breath hitched as she whimpered. It was so hot and wet, a distinct contrast the other breast suffered in the cold-dry October air. The thing sucked and teased the nipple in the hot heat. It felt good. She hated how much. The heat in between her legs mimicked the heat on her skin. All of her tingled because of it.
