Ogres and Ogresses Ch. 03

Looking back at him she saw he was staring at her legs. His eyes flashed back at her with a touch more of defiance.

"Are you sure Madam huntress?" he asked. She could hear the coyness in his voice. What she would give to know for sure that he was a creature.

"Positive," she sighed.

"Are you sure? You seem...incomplete."

She stared at him. "What do you mean by that?

"Perhaps I can persuade you with some kind of deal. As civilized beings no doubt we can come to a compromise."

Why did no one answer her questions? He was just like Ginger. Oh goodness, Ginger was a beast!

Zyra snorted at that. Oh this beast was funny.

"There is nothing you can give me that would be of value, strange beast. What manner of creature are you?"

He ignored her and made an audible sniff of the air. His eyes seemed to focus in on her as though he had gained new information.

"Are you sure there is...nothing I might assist you with."

"Nothing. Unless you'll favor me by slitting your own throat?"

"Truly? Well...what about this?"

Zyra gasped as the beast reached up and with a five fingered hand touched her bare womanhood underneath her loin skirt. His fingers brushed her bead and she shouted in indignation. Collected wetness began to trickle back down her leg as she thrust her spear downwards toward his neck. Shocked, she watched him hit her spear slightly to the side so that it impaled into the ground beside him. Then he grabbed the staff end and drug it into the ground. She released it but he grabbed her leg, pulling her to the down. She shouted curses, struggling viciously.

Ah! He had tricked her to distraction by touching her vulnerable sex! She wasn't in her full hunting gear. She didn't have her knife, her arrows, her wrist guards, nothing.

Out of ignorant passion she had chased an unknown enemy into the darkness of the woods. Now her life would pay for it. Even so, Zyra was more furious than afraid. She cared not for her demise. She would mark him with scratches so deep his ancestors would feel them.

Before she could even begin her fight he grabbed her arms together with inhuman strength and crushed her against him.

"So that's what you'll do?" she grunted angrily. "You'll crush my spine and body, then leave my limp broken corpse on the forest floor as an example. How monstrous!"

He bent down to lean his yellow eyes into her face.

"What is wrong with you?"

She ignored him, wondering how he'd like his question unanswered. Struggling still she found she would have done better trying to push the ground away. His arms were unbreakable, corded with muscle.

She felt skin on him, soft human like skin, and the firmness of his chest. He wore no shirt, only what appeared to be long loincloth. Turning his head she felt his hair fall into her face and the glisten of a gold hoop caught the moonlight.

Skin and hair? The ability to talk? A gaudy hoop earring?

She ceased her struggles wondering if she had accosted one of the men of the celebration. Her stop seemed to please him.

"See? I'm very much a man," he voiced, his low voice resonating through her.

"And you were going to try to feed me to your sisters."

His voice sent a strange feeling through her but she shook it off. Observing him, though her eyes clearly failed in comparison to his, she saw his skin was not of normal hue. She wasn't sure what color he was, but he wasn't normal. Furthermore his fingers appeared to house some kind of weapon. She saw them protruding from his nails.

"You are no man," Zyra gritted, and then with brute force slammed her head into his face. She expected him to loosen like most wounded creatures. He cried out but his grip didn't shake.

"Great Shyla Woman! What is wrong with you?"

He turned her so that she faced him and she went to bite him but he squeezed her jaw. Coming face to face with his yellow eyes gave her pause. They were so strange they began to scare her. She resumed struggle but not before he forced her head down onto his shoulder.

"Behave or I will crush you. Now," he said anchoring her with one hand. The other reached under her skirt.

"Let's see if I cannot repay my intrusion. You are normally quite merciless."

"You've seen me befoo...."

The words cut off when the monster brushed a knuckle over her pleasure bud.

"Oh...No! Kill me! Crush me if you must, but you will not defile me!" she screamed but he answered her with another chuckle.

"Worry not little warrior. You haven't earned that penance yet."

With methodical calculation he began to poke and prod her, fingering along her dripping folds, thrusting his long thick fingers inside her.

His hands were much bigger than Rell's and he moved in a way that made her body ignite all over. Feeling her skin brush against his was becoming too much. Her nipples hardened though he hadn't touched them and she jerked each time he flicked her bead. She said nothing, focusing all her attention on not crying out.

She lost the occasional gasp to the night, but too soon for her liking she felt him pushing her over.

"Do you like this?" he whispered suddenly in her ear. She could feel his hot lips brush against her.

"Do you like it when strange men finger your pussy in the forest?"

She grit her teeth.

"Don't talk to me that way. Stop it!"

He responded by clamping on her clit, making her cry out.

"So you are a virgin," he mused. "No man has talked to you like this?"

"You're not a man," she spat out even though it sounded weak. He wriggled his fingers inside of her and pressed her against his arm. Using his thighs he rocked her against it.

She suddenly came undone, stronger than with Rell, stronger than herself. Loosing herself she grabbed onto his shoulders and screamed.

She shook as stars clouded her vision. She seemed to stay on that precarious peak forever when she finally felt herself calming. When she came down moaning pitifully, her bud was throbbing almost painfully, expectantly even.

Looking up at him in shame she saw him studying her as well. Tiredness came over her and her body went limp in his arms. Apparently Ginger's concoction had a nasty side effect.

"Well then," he said sounding pleased, his voice strangely raspy.

"There. Not so bad was it." He gave her a grin which sent chills down her spine.

He had fangs, huge, real, monster like canines throughout his entire mouth.

"You could use a few more of these," he stated rubbing her back. "Maybe it'll make you more docile."

Frozen in what Ginger had identified as fear she didn't move as the man creature laid her on the ground. She was stunned as he left her. That was it? No crushing? No maiming just...unimaginable humiliation!

Catching her wits she rolled over to her discarded spear and pointed it into the air. Anger boiled back in her and she was ashamed at herself for what she had allowed it to do.

"I will have vengeance!" she screamed gutturally through the forest.

"I will kill you on sight! I will dip my bread in the juices of your beast turned meat! I will tan your skinned hide and make all of my tribe hats for the winter!"

What else?

".... I will string your teeth and wear them around my neck! You hear me creature! Death is your only escape from me! DEATH!"

She fell to her knees knowing the creature was of course gone by now and had heard nothing.

Goodness, she had had an awful, awful day.

More exhausted then she expected and yet filled with an unknown ache she carried herself to her tent. Lying in her soft furs she tried to ignore the strange feelings the day had brought.

"Pleasured and molested, by...man and beast. Perhaps they are but one," she whispered.

She didn't know, but she would find out. Then, she'd know how to fight it. And then, perhaps she could win.