Hunted - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

The nighttime darkness amongst the trees took on a deeper shade as a small circle thrust itself into being. The tear in the fabric of the air clawed itself outward like a living thing, tendrils lashing, ripping the fabric of the space wider, giving way to a feeling of oppressive heaviness pouring from the gap like a festering stench.

Within moments, a wavering circle meters across swayed sickeningly above the ground. The air hummed with electric energy when suddenly the center bulged and small humanoid shapes pushed through the inky barrier, breaking free with a static crackle. Taking a moment to orient themselves, they scurried off into the nearby trees, the first quickly followed by several more. As the last form broke free, the circle collapsed upon itself to fade, leaving the forest to a wary silence.

Stopping in a small depression, one intruder settled on the edge to survey the area. Large eyes probed the darkness while he sniffed the air for scents wafting in the light breeze. With the slight sounds of metal clinking and worn leather, he glanced back to see his warriors roughly circling the depression while another figure crouched in the middle, holding a gnarled staff with a dull glowing stone upright. Gazing back to the nearby lights down the hill, he gestured forward and waited as half of his band scurried into the night toward the nearby wood line. Giving a moment for the warriors to spread out, he stood and his group stalked forward with no more noise than the breeze on the leaves.

Moving stealthily, the lead group quickly reached the tree line to settle, their leader a few meters away kneeling on the hard surface of the road. A dog barked in the distance, but other than the sounds of the machines so prevalent in this world, the area was quiet. A perfect night for the band to hunt.

The inhabitant’s homes lined the road down a long hill, many still with lights shining through the windows leaving glowing patches on the lawns. Glancing at the staff bearer for direction, he flicked his arm in the direction shown, listening to the sounds of his people rustling through the undergrowth to the yards of the houses. Experienced hunters and warriors, they flow forward, peeking in windows or listening carefully before moving on.

The area held no fears for this group as most had visited this world before. Known in legends and myths by many names, the intruders were short with dark green mottled skin, thin yet incredibly strong. Usually satisfied with thievery and causing chaos, recent events in their home world had driven them outward, new powers shared to expand their power and reach. With the new powers came new temptations and reasons to return to the world of humanity to tease those very temptations and raid.

Recently, the staff wielder, shaman of the clan, had learned new powers with the changes in their world. Empowered and guided by those he worshipped, he had created a spell that suppressed human’s fear and revulsion, giving him not only a means of controlling them, but to use their very life-force to power his own magic. While normally the appearance of their kind was the thing of nightmares and disbelief, the shaman had discovered a way to twist fear into lust and lust to power. Under his control, humans became incredibly aroused and compliant, the perfect reward for a clan leader looking to keep his members satisfied. For the shaman, the energy created fed his power, allowing the clan to become stronger.

Moving swiftly and silently, the clan flowed past the row of houses. The leader glanced at the shaman, who gestured to a particular structure, a dim glow visible through the large window behind blinds. Spreading his warriors around the structure, the leader and shaman approach and peer in the window. What they see is a gift from their gods, the perfect prey for the clan and a tool for the magic user.

Reclining on a couch, a human female was staring intently at a tablet settled on her bare legs. Their eyes crawl over her shoulder length, thick black hair, long legs and swell of her chest under the loose-fitting shirt. They watched excitedly as she squeezed a breast with one hand, pinching a nipple, pulling lightly. After a few moments, the long legs parted slightly, and they watched with grim smiles as her hand slid down her belly and dropped from sight.

Motioning excitedly, the leader gestured to his warriors that they had found their target. Silently, the band spread around the house until they found a way in at the back of the house. Taking a lingering moment to watch the human caressing her chest, the leader and staff wielder scurry to the back with the rest of the band.

Gaining admittance through the open window took but a moment, allowing them to creep through the house. Soft moans from the human were exciting the warriors, but the leader kept them in control, despite his own excitement building. The soft whimpers tells them that this human will be a pleasure and they wait straining, awaiting the signal to pounce.

The staff-wielder moved behind the couch and summoned his power. Arms weaving in an odd pattern, a thick mist appeared and flowed toward the woman on the couch. At that moment, her head rocked back in an orgasm, body shuddering as her hand rubs furiously between her legs. Her whimpers almost driving the warriors forward to attack, barely restrained knowing their moment is coming.

As she relaxed, her eyes opened to see a thick green mist hovering over her head.

“What the hell?” she cried, twisting to sit up quickly. Her eyes widening to see the short green creature standing in her hallway waving a staff in her direction.

Drawing a breath to scream, she inhaled the mist, and the clan leader barked a command. Moving swiftly, the creatures leapt from all directions. She fell forward with an attacker striking her back, its rough hand covering her mouth while strong fingers dug into her skin.

She tried to pull away but fell backwards to land on the floor, screaming into the hand over her mouth. The one covering her mouth grabbed her hair, forcing her head back, turning it to his way. Eyes wide, she screamed into the hand at the ghastly smile, small sharp teeth filling her vision. Laughing, it licked her cheek and over an eye, nipping lightly on her cheek again. Fighting manically, she kicked out as the creatures grab and pull, nails scratching her soft skin. Others grab her arms, pulling sharply to the sides and shredding her shirt.

Naked on the floor, rough, pawing hands grope her as giggling echoed throughout the room. The staff wielder approaching slowly, gesturing again as the mist formed and flowed in her direction. Reaching her face, the creature releases her mouth. A deep breath all it took as she inhaled the spell.

The creatures pause a moment in their groping as the spell took effect. Slowly, her eyes glazed as her muscles relax, the manic tension easing slowly.

“Now Master.” The staff wielder said.

The leader barks a command, and they resume groping her, but now the reaction is so different.

Her body swayed with the motion of their hands, pushing her chest forward, thrusting her breast into their grasping fingers. Cries of fear replaced by passion and soft moans.

The leader looked on as the naked human writhed under the rough attention of his people. They surround her on the floor, hands squeezing her breasts, pulling her nipples as the once terrified human now moans in ecstasy. They part her legs and she gasps, hips rising as a giggling horror drags sharp nails up her legs.

A creature holding her arm thrusts his cock in her hand and squeezes tightly. Sighing excitedly, she grabs one in each hand, pumping hard against eager thrusts, fingers gliding over the knobby shafts, squeezing the balls at the base. The one at her head twists her to the side and pushes his cock past her lips, pumping wildly against her face.

The others swarm in, burying her under grasping fingers, tongues, teeth with more grinding against her. Others digging into her pussy, fingers opening her as tongues and teeth nip and lick.

After a few moments, they pulled her knees up and hips arched high as she felt the first enter her, hands grabbing her hips tight with the steady pounding against her wet pussy. Her body, incredibly sensitive with the influence of the spell, responds quickly, the shaman’s spell driving her passion harder as he absorbs the energy she releases. The one in her mouth cums and she swallows the foul-tasting seed, wanting more.

They fill her again, as they all take turns with the human writhing beneath their attention. Her moans drive them excitedly, their strict discipline lost as they use the magic driven power of her lust. Finally, they finish as she lay barely conscious and exhausted, hips still making slow circles as her hands reach for them.

As the invaders moved away, the satisfied staff wielder made another gesture, and the woman fell unconscious. Drawing in the last of her sexual energy into himself with a deep breath, he looked at his leader with head bowed.

“She is strong,” he said as the warriors gather themselves to leave.

“Strong enough for your magic?” the leader asked in his growling tone, still tasting the human on his tongue.

“Yes, very strong, master. We can use her power as we had thought.”

“You had best do just that,” he said, stepping back. “Bind her to you. Keep her desperate and hungry.”

Turning away, the leader motioned his people outside, checking for any who witnessed the taking. The shaman stepped to the naked human, kneeling to squeeze a breast.

“Yes, I will gain much power from you as a plaything, human.”

Stepping between her legs, he entered her and wove the next spell. Even unconscious, her hips move as his words fill the room. Tendrils of dark energy form, reaching forward as if alive, binding themselves to her. As he speaks, a black collar forms around her neck supporting a glowing green crystal in the center, a match of the crystal on the staff he holds. The perfect control.

Weaving quickly, he completed the spell to bind her energy to himself. Soon his victim would experience the unloving attention of many from the dimensions as he gathered her power for himself. Trading her body for the clan’s and their God’s benefit.

Satisfied with the bindings, he stepped back to look her over. Her black hair knotted and smeared with his clan’s seed, scratches and bruises making a stark map of the clan’s assault. A final spell ensures compliance with her new role for the clan, eagerly accepting the opportunity to give them her strength.

Within moments, the wielder joins the warriors, flowing through the shadows toward the wood line.

Once in the trees, he opened the inky portal, the greasy blackness pulling at the clan members. They approached quickly, drawn by the dark bindings to be released back in their own dimension. The last to enter, the wielder gave a last look into the night before surrendering to the darkness.

Continued in Chapter 2