I had to barrel roll away, again and again, my head spinning as the spider lady relentlessly slammed her hard, sharpened legs into the ground in her attempts to kill me. I didn’t even have time to shoot my gun, just keep rolling.
Well, until I hit a tree. My body stopped its movement.
“Fuck,” I sighed, looking over to see spider woman smiling, fangs dripping venom as she lifted her leg for the kill strike. A camera hovered nearby, its lens changing as it zoomed in on my bloody end. A roar caught the spider girl off guard. Her eyes widened as she looked over and saw the ogre.
She began to speak in a hissing language to him. She appeared to be apologizing or maybe pleading for her life. Apparently, mister ogre was king of the jungle. She tried to move back and run but the ogre chased after her. They went into the trees and I heard screams and the sounds of ripping and tearing.
“Right, time to go.” I hopped off the ground and ran. A moment later the ogre was behind me. Fuck, he was still focused on me. I shoved my hand in my bra, looking for my gun but only felt nipples and not much else. Then I recalled it had been in my hands when I was rolling and wasn’t in my hands anymore.
I scanned the ground for something useful to use. My last attempt at survival was pathetic. I grabbed a coconut off the ground because island dodgeball was the only chance I had left. I was not betting on myself. I turned and lobbed it at his head. To my utter amazement, it actually hit him right in the forehead.
I thrust my hand in the air and gave a wild cry of success. The ogre gave a grunt but just kept moving. Shit. I took off again, knowing full well this was the end. No monster fucking for me.
Thick fingers wrapped around my middle and then I was being lifted up, the air violently expelled from my lungs as my body was jerked up from the ground. Before I could get my bearings I was tossed over his shoulder. He moved fast, pushing deep into the island forestry. My body flopped up and down like a ragdoll against his hard-muscled shoulder, the breath knocked out of me again and again in time to his long strides.
Chapter3
Sammie
Before I knew it we were somewhere else on the island and he was laying me gently on the ground.
My vision was swimming, my head rocking back and forth as if I was still being carried. I heard a splash of water and a throaty groan. My head jerked up and I saw the ogre had slipped into a hot spring that gurgled softly next to me.
Miles of green skin was on display. His head was leaned against the grassy bank, exposing his neck. A thick Adam’s apple as big as my fist bobbed as he swallowed. One arm rested outside the pool, the other was doing mysterious things under the water in a region I was powerfully curious about.
I should run. He’d just ripped a man in half with his bare hands. He had used human skulls like beads for his homemade jewelry. Also, it appeared the cameras hadn’t been able to keep up with us. There was none in sight.
The ogre groaned again and it hit me between the legs. There was no mistaking what this ogre was doing. He was pleasuring himself in the steamy pool while the blood of my fellow competitors slowly washed from his hands. Lazily he looked over at me with hooded eyes.
Even I wasn’t dumb enough to try seducing an ogre. The problem was, it seemed this ogre was trying to seduce me. I wasn’t just thinking that because of my monster-loving gaze. The beast lifted itself up from the water, sat his very fine, plump ass on the edge of the pool, and continued stroking himself for me to see.
“Holy fucking shit,” I mumbled, digging my fingers into the sandy dirt underneath me. His cock wasn’t proportional to his size… it was even bigger. His loincloth was now tucked under his girthy monster cock, hiding whatever other beastly-sized monstrosities he had below. He fisted himself in his hand and gave himself a few short strokes, working himself into an even harder state.
The veins were prominent and thick on the sides of his cock. There was no doubt in my mind that if I wrapped my hands around him, I’d feel his pulse in those veins. He grunted, lifted up his other hand, and waved me closer.
Well, if I was going to fuck a monster, might as well go with the biggest, meanest one I could find. Pretty sure that cock was going to kill me. At least I was going to die my own personal hero.
I probably couldn’t get away anyway, I reasoned. He’d catch up to me easily, pluck me off the ground like it was nothing, and then do what he wanted with me…. Over and over.
I pushed up and stumbled towards him. Any second now I expected my dream to crumble. That the ogre would stand up roaring spittle in my face, outraged at my presence. Instead, he flopped his waving hand back down and gave his thick cock a tight squeeze at the base. Green cum dewed up from his slit.
I sped up. I was ready to be plundered.
The penis’ size was more impressive up close. I stood at the side of the pool shuffling around anxiously, waiting for the ogre to say or do something. Actually, I wasn’t sure ogres could talk. A dumb brute monster with a giant cock. What more could a woman ask for?
He looked over at me appraisingly, eyes sweeping across my body as his fist slid slowly up his shaft. I looked at his cock and then back at his face a few times, trying to relay my desires to touch, suck, and fuck every monstrous inch of him. Actually, it was better to measure him in feet because of the sheer size of him—inches would take too long.
“You like what you see, human?” He asked, surprising me. He saw my gawking and gave me a questionable look. “Can you talk?” He asked.
“CanItalk?” I asked, flabbergasted.
“It speaks,” he said with a snort of humor. The attitude on this one was already off-putting except he was still taunting me with his languid strokes up his meaty, massive erection. Whatever. He didn’t need a good personality as long as he had that monster cock I wanted.
“You are human, right?” He asked, his tongue rolling up one of his tusks as he leered at me with greedy eyes. “Fuck, you are,” he groaned, squeezing his massive cock harder to stemmy the deluge of green pre-cum that tried to burst out in his sudden excitement.
“I’m human. You’re an ogre, right? I didn’t think you were smart enough to talk.”
“Well, that’s not offensive,” he snorted.
