Chapter1
Sammie
“Have fun dying!” The guy behind me screamed. The sound of the plane drowned his words as he began shoving us out the back. Wind slapped my face roughly as my stomach leapt into my throat. My arms were blown out to my sides as I free-fell.
I lost my goggles somewhere between here and there, but squinting through wind-whipped, tear-filled eyes showed the island approaching fast from below. My fingers frantically grabbed onto the parachute release and tugged. My body jerked up as the chute opened. I had a few seconds of floating tranquility before the top of tall palm trees were smacking the soles of my boots.
Roars came from below us—monsters waiting for their chance at an easy kill dropping from the sky. This was the most dangerous part of the game.
We all began plummeting to the ground, all twenty-one of us flailing through the island brush towards waiting monsters that wanted to eat us alive. My parachute got trapped in a palm tree and without much thought I disengaged, falling ten feet to the sandy dirt below and taking off as fast as I could. A second's hesitation here could mean a brutal, bloody death.
“Welcome to Monster Island!” Danny, another competitor, screamed in furious mania beside me as we ran. The others took off in different directions as they disengaged from their parachutes. The crashing sounds of wild, blood-thirsty beasts came from all around.
Danny’s boots slammed into the ground and he panted heavily. He was a thickly muscled man that had honed himself more for explosive heavy lifting than extended bouts of intense cardio. That wasn’t keeping his enthusiasm down though. He was ex-special forces and half-convinced he was immortal.
My lungs burned as I ran through the island’s forest. Sharp, thin palm leaves scratched my arms and cheeks. The thick humid air was unfamiliar and made me feel immediately winded as I gulped in deep lungfuls, savoring the novel jungle scents. Sweat began to collect under my arms and on my forehead. I’d be a drenched mess within ten minutes at this rate.
I turned my head, glancing behind me to see how close the monster chasing us was. He was brown, with twisted horns and hooves that stomped into the earth in a staccato of quick steps punctuated with great bounding leaps. He was furred from his hips down.
It was a satyr and he was coming closer with his horizontal pupils aimed at Danny. He lifted a gruesome, blood-stained club and my eyes widened. I could have opened my mouth to warn the guy. I didn’t. I watched as the club hit the side of his high and tight haircut, a dull thud resounding loud enough that my own skull hurt. Blood immediately pooled in Danny’s eyes internally before his body dropped.
Guess he wasn’t immortal after all. Goodbye, Danny. And goodbye to whoever it was I heard screaming in the distance at my four-o-clock. Two competitors downed right away. We’d only been shoved off the plane and parachuted down a minute ago and the show was already in full, glorious action.
Monster Island Season Four.My eyes caught on the hovering globe following me. One of the many cameras tracking this colosseum style entertainment for the millions watching at home.
The odds were that none of us would survive. No one had in the previous three seasons. That was just the name of the game though. We were all desperate enough to risk the odds. The majority of us were convicts, myself included. It was either come to this fucked up little island and play with monsters, or rot in prison the rest of our lives.
There were the winnings to help boost the desire to be part of this too. Money, fame, and bragging rights. Which was why it wasn't just convicts now running through the woods. A lot of ex-military came to Monster Island. It was the biggest thrill any fucked upped individual could plead for. Danny wasn’t the first god-complex to be proven mortal. I could practically smell the blood from past seasons wafting from the ground of this place. It reeked of carnage.
The round drone camera darted above me and another one just like it followed beside me in the trees. They were live-streaming my desperate race for my life, expecting me to die shortly. The whole world would be tuned in to watch, unable to look away.
Some called it a sign that our society was collapsing. Everyone else told them to shut the fuck up.
My tongue darted over my lips as I heard the hooves behind me getting closer. He was done bludgeoning Danny and I was his main goal now. I looked over my shoulder to catch a glimpse of his thick, meaty, monstrous body. His club dripped blood as his muscles bunched and rippled with his powerful movements. I watched his caprine legs move back and forth.
Everyone had their reasons to be here. They had spurted them off to the cameras, telling the whole world about their desperation or narcissism.
I hadn’t told the truth when asked though. I’d lied my ass off because they probably wouldn’t have let a freak like me come here if they knew the real reason.
I was a convict who had been doing a life bit for a botched armed robbery that resulted in a few civilian deaths. A pardon was most definitely a good motivator. I was a bad girl, what could I say? It was easy for everyone to believe that was the reason I was here. The bank robber bad girl wanted a chance to be free again—how cute. Now let’s watch her get gutted by a monster.
Money, fame, freedom. Been there, done that. I was ready to mark something new off the bucket list.
I was the only one who knew the real reason I was here. My sopping wet pussy pulsed between my legs as I ran from the fat monster cock bouncing in the breeze behind me.
Fuck me, I loved monsters. I wanted to fuck a monster. Talk about life goals and I might just be minutes away from accomplishing mine.
“Shit,” I gasped in delight, laughing as I jumped over a downed tree. I cleared it easily but I was tired of running. My thighs burned, my skin was scratched raw from plants, and I was about to have wet arousal sliding down my thighs because I could hear the loud snorts of the beast behind me. I wanted him to fuck me into the earth—a frenzied ground 'n pound.
Now that I was finally here the executives of the show couldn’t stop me from my goal. I was in monster territory aka my own little red light district of desires. No one came to the island except the contestants. It was a guaranteed death. Which meant it was time to finally snatch my heart’s desire—a meaty monster cock.
I fumbled on purpose.
“Oh, no!” I said dramatically, falling to the ground. I went down on my hands and knees, thrusting my ass in the air and wiggling it around. I looked over my shoulder and bit my lip. The beast stopped behind me, a confused look on its butt ugly face. It made me feel all tingly with frightened arousal.
“Silly me, I seem to have fallen.” The brute knew something odd was going on but couldn’t figure out the offering I was serving up. Come on you big monster, wet pussy is on the platter so gobble up. I groaned thinking about it.
“Come on, big boy.Wreck me,” I insisted. He took a step back like he was scared of me. Then he turned around and ran off. “Wait!” I cried out. He couldn’t just leave!
