Description: A gas station worker gets kidnapped by a group of cultists. The ritual goes wrong, but not for the kidnapee.
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"Another day, another ten cents." A great quote said by a great cartoon character.
You know, I've realized something when I reached adulthood. When we're young, we're like SpongeBob; innocent, silly, blind to the darkness in life. And when we grow up, we become like Squidward; real, cynical, and maybe, just maybe, accepting of the facts.
I miss childhood.
I sighed as I rubbed each of my sleep-deprived eyes with an index and thumb, taking a sip of the coffee I'd gotten from the maker a few hours ago. It had reached temperature room and was disgusting, but hey, it kept me awake through the night, so that was a plus.
Yup, I hate my life right now. This was one of those moments that made me wish I hadn't slacked off in high school and graduated.
However, nowadays, university is a scam and with inflation rising...
Yeah, I ain't gonna to die a rich man, that's for sure.
While having that inner monologue, my small sip had became a a full-on one-man chug contest, finishing the drink in less than ten seconds. I burped out loud like the manly man I was, throwing the empty plastic cup into a bin beside my swivel chair.
Silence. Only the annoying buzz of the AC broke it, and I wasn't sure if it was better with or without it.
The gas station I was guarding was devoid of life, I bet even the cockroaches were gone. I hated how my boss could abuse the system while I had to just sit there and suffer. The sole reason I agreed to take this job was because I was promised fair working hours during the day! Which was true.
For the first week. After that, shit hit the fan. He gradually moved me to the night shift which in itself wasn't that bad, just turn my internal clock around and bam! But when you're in the middle of nowhere? And the nearest city is an hour drive at a speed that borders the legal limit?
Yeah, not so fun.
I sighed again, more bitterly. Mom always told me to be optimistic, that good things happen to good people. You know what I have to say to her?! "Mom, you were wrong, please reflect on your opinions." I didn't have it in me to cuss her out, damn you and your loving parenting!
Anyhow, that's my life story. A failed dropout working his ass off in a shithole because life dealt him bullshit cards, and it was some of his fault. Maybe I was just scared of the dark?
Nah, I'm no pussy! There was nothing the darkness could do to me!
...
But there were things that could hide within.
"Get a hold of yourself, you fucking bitch," I said to no one in particular, glancing at the microwave's digital clock granted me a small pinch of relief, "One more hour before you can go home, man up and soldier through-"
Ding!
I instantly shut my trap, putting on another fake smile, which I had the unfortunate free time to practice a thousand times, for the customer that had just entered the establishment, "Good... morning," a strange time to come in, oh well, I had some people stop here for some rest and a quick bite, "How may I help you... sir?"
The mysterious individual had a black hoodie over their head, hiding their identity from the security cameras. A big, red flag. Their baggy pants were also a dark shade of gray, though it could've been the angle of the light or an illusion caused by my tired state.
They said nothing, their head frozen stone. Yeah, I've seen enough movies to know how this goes. While keeping my gaze locked on the highly suspicious person, I pressed a small button underneath the counter, the authorities should be here in less than half an hour since the law didn't apply to them in an emergency, now to stall-
Click
"Hands where I can see 'em," a deep, gravely, cigarette-scorched voice demanded of me, a short revolver aimed at my head. Wow, that was quick, my third time being robbed this month! Yay.
I did as he said, surrendering without a fuss, "Yeah, yeah. I know the drill, though I doubt there's any money-"
BANG!
A bullet wheezed by my head, a bottle of whiskey exploding behind me, staining my back with the expensive drink.
"HEY-!"
"Quiet," I shut my trap, sweat running down my forehead, "I don't want your damn money."
"W... What do you want?"
"You."
"...What?"
"If you want to live longer, you do exactly as I say, got it? " He cocked back the hammer, a second bullet ready to be fired, this time square between my eyes.
I nodded with fear, why- no, what would he want? I didn't have any money, but he didn't want money! I don't get it! why would one rob a store if not for the cash?! It's fucking bullshit! What did I even do?!
"Excellent. Go around the counter and exit the store. I know you called the cops, so you better hurry up," in retrospect, it didn't make sense to do so because he had enough time to finish a game of Uno before they arrived, but I didn't think logically at the time. As much as I hated myself and everything, I didn't actually want to die.
I went around the counter, my hands high above my head. He could so easily turn the cream colored tiles into a sickly red, oh fuck, I-I'm in deep shit, aren't I?
I slowly made my way to the front doors, the outside was as dead as the inside, no cars were parked in the lot expect mine-
Wait, he didn't arrive with a car?
"Where's y-your car?" I gulped, feeling the end of his gun at the middle of my spine, just imagining the pain of it breaking...
"We don't need one where we're going," he chuckled, matching my pace as I approached the double glass doors. Once we were close enough for the sensor to detect us, the doors automatically opened, cool air rushing in. Oh god, oh god no, please, please!
Tears began forming in my eyes, caused by the irritation and the dread at what was happening. I heard the doors close behind us as we got further and further from my beacon of hope, I could still see the neon light in my peripheral vision, but-
THUD!
A hard object hit the back of my head, my legs gave out a moment later and I hit the ground face first.
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"Father... -ure it's..."
"Ye-... -time."
"I wa-... -is ready."
"Good, wake him up."
SLAP!
"OW! WHAT THE-"
Hooded figures surrounded me, staring down at me. Tall figures, faceless, darkness all around. Candles, upside-down crosses, danger, fear, help, run, run! RUN!
I began hyperventilating, trying to get up and escape. But I couldn't, my hands and feet were tied to the ground, the ends of my limbs and head making a five-pointed star.
"If you don't stop squirming, I'll cut your neck open," said a familiar voice in a tone too calm to be normal. Where did I hear it-
THE GAS STATION!
I stopped my struggle, but I didn't restrain my thoughts, "WHAT THE FUCK?! WHERE AM I?! W-" A kick to the side my head sent me on a trip to the moon and back. Ha ha, everything's turning 'round and 'round and 'roooouuuuund.
"Father, I really want to kill him, can we hurry it up?"
"Patience. We cannot afford to lose this chance. Once the ritual is over, do as you wish with him."
"... Thank you, father," hehe, father, more like; father-less . Haha! Ohoho! That's a good one...
They're going to kill me.
THEY'RE GOING TO KILL ME!
"WAI-" another kick connected with my skull, numbness spreading through my body. I gasped for air as my vision became blurry, I couldn't formulate a line of clear thought anymore. And... What was I doing again?
I can see shadows moving above, doing... stuff... hehe, what kind of stuff? Funnyyyy stuuuuuff, like.... uuuuuh, uuuuh, math. Noooo, math? The freak? Bruh, bruh, bruuuuh. Math is like, soooo cringe. Two plus two equals... fuck you. HA! Now... now that's- Hey, what is he doing-
"AAAAAAH!" An excruciating pain brought me back to reality, everything became crystal clear for a moment; a demonic pentagon was under me, the inner lines perfectly aligned with my limbs. The star was trapped by a circle of runes and candles of different sizes that produced lights in varying intensities, how is that possible-
"AAAA- urk- AAAAH!" I choked on my own scream, I couldn't begin to put into words the amount of raw pain that coursed through my being, ringing alarm bells in every cell in my right hand.
My right hand.
They chopped it off with a butcher's knife. Blood was spewing out of it like a fountain.
"RAAAAH! AAAAH! AAAAAAH!" I shrieked like a wounded animal, and technically, I was one. I was too weak to lift my arm even though it was free now, fresh tears staining my paling cheeks.
"Ah~ Music to my ears," the one that kidnapped me giggled, dripping with sadistic pleasure.
"Alright, are you ready?" Father said, the kidnapper and three others replied with their own affirmatives. Their leader proceeded to chop off every finger off of my severed hand, each of the cultists receiving one.
Once he was done, he threw the fingerless hand back into the circle. If I had any food in my stomach, I'd have thrown up several times over. Then, at the same time, they bit into the digits, tearing off the flesh and munching down on it, one of them even swallowed it whole.
I averted my dying gaze to the ceiling, crying out for God to save me. I don't wanna die, I don't deserve it! I... fuck... I'm so tired... Mama... Papa...
I'm scared.
"Hmmm, not bad," one of them said, I couldn't do anything anymore, the pain was too much. I just laid there, a foot in my grave. How did this happen so quickly? How? Just how? Why did it have to be me? I... I don't get it... Why are people so evil? Oh, God... I hope you can hear me.
"...Well? Where is it?" Are they talking about God? I always thought they depicted him as a, well, a dude.
Silence hung in the air, my blood awkwardly splattering and making a mess of the wooden floor, as if it were my fault that I got into this miserable situation. How could I have known I'd get fucked up this badly? Oh, wow, that's a lot of blood.
Yeah, I'm fucking dead.
"Fuck you... you fucking bitches... I hope you... burn in hell..." My voice was barely audible, but they heard me, judging by their attention snapping towards me.
Hmm, that's strange, I can feel a slight breeze in the room even though there were no windows, at least none that I could see from my current position on the floor, a nice floor, not bad as a deathbed.
Oh, why so serious? I don't fucking care anymore, it's probably the blood loss, but again; I don't... don't... What was I saying?
"It's here! It's here!"
"Yes! Finally!"
"Come on! It's going to be hungry, we better get the fuck out of here!"
Oooooooh shiiiiiit. They summoned somethiiiiing! And it's going to eaaaaat meeeeee!
I heard their rapid footsteps leave behind me, a wooden door creaking open and closing shortly after. They went on and on and on, disappearing into wherever they were going.
A moment later, screams came from the same direction, followed by multiple crunches similar to the ones you get when eating a bag of chips...
Or breaking bones.
No, a cold chill didn't surge through my spine, thank you very much. I believe I've lost so much blood to the point where only an instant seal could save me. Let's be real, I'm either going to see God or the flying spaghetti monster, might as well make my last moments memorable for the monster.
I wonder what it is-
The door they'd escaped through was broken off its hinges and sent flying over me, colliding with the wall in front. Right after, the wind ceased, and it got a tad bit warmer.
I tried moving my head to look at the thing that literally threw the door off, but I was as strong as as a leaf, a dried up one at the peak of Autumn.
"Good evening- sorry... morning? I..." my breath hitched, an even stronger numbness starting from the exposed wound, "I'm dead, yeah... Do what you gotta do... I don't care anymore," the thing remained quiet, but I knew it was there, watching, observing.
To confirm that theory, saliva drooped down onto my forehead, "Ewww, hahaha, haha. Please, just-" I coughed a dry one, wheezing as my heart continued pumping as if nothing had happened at all.
"Make it... quick..." Despite my temporary blindness, I saw it lean over me, its large head tilting to the side. It had what appeared to be antlers, those of a deer, massive ones too.
I let my eyes shut, take me, sweet de-
It grabbed my right arm, lifting it up to lap up the blood... not pouring... out?
After a few licks, the bleeding just... stopped. I tried my hardest to open my eyes, but I just couldn't. The creature lowered my arm back to the floor, am I dead?
I heard it go around the room some, doing whatever, what-ever? What... ever... ever-what?
Brain, shut up.
No, you shut up!
Bro, if you don't shut up, I'll unalive both of us.
... Okay.
Good.
...
What the fuck is wrong with me...
Once it was done exploring, I heard it approach me, its clawed feet scratching the floor. Was it like a cat? Playing with its food? Might as well voice my confusion.
"What... are you doing...? Just... fuckin' kill me," I'm tired, so, so tired. As if I just finished three marathons in a row, where does Forest Gump get his stamina from will forever be a mystery to science.
I felt its hot breath wash over my face, the distinct, strong smell of iron barely fazed me at this point.
"Can you... understa-" it licked my face, interrupting my pointless small talk. It gave a few sniffs, humming? I can't feel my... anything, really.
Then, it just stopped. It didn't make another sound...
Snap!
What was that? Something metallic broke, freeing my left arm.
Snap- Snap!
Suddenly, I became weightless, thick fur brushing against my exposed arms. What the hell...
Heyyyy, I can see the liiiiiight...
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Warm.
This feels nice.
Is this the afterlife? If it is, it's not that ba-
A jolt of electricity in my wrist broke me out of my tranced state. I hissed in discomfort at the surprising sensation, similar to when you hit your elbow at a certain angle.
Wait, if I'm not dead, then...
Feeling much better than before, I opened my eyes to the world. Nothing but darkness. Wait, no, correction; there were two red dots staring right at me.
Creepy.
"...Uh, hello?" I don't care, I just don't. I've gone through so much shit in so little time, and this was my way of coping.
It didn't respond, though the two dots became a little bigger. So, this is the creature? Monster? What did it want? Was it going to kill me now that we were... in a cave? Yes, I believe it was one.
"Can you understand me?" I had to know, I just had to. As unimportant as it was, I let my unfiltered thoughts pour out.
After a quiet moment passed, it gave a single nod.
"Well... that makes this a lot easier then; the fuck you want with me...? Why am I not dead? Thanks... for killing the cultists, but what now?" Being as blunt as ever, I didn't sugarcoat the possibility, nah, I was definitely going to die. How was I going to get out of this? This... thing slaughtered five people in the matter of seconds, and it was... holy, it's big.
As my eyes adjusted to the dark, more of its features became visible; it was twice my height, maybe a little less, just. Its head was shaped like a deer's with many sharp teeth, and...
Is that a skull?
It had a set of impressive horns protruding from its head, the same one I'd noticed back at the cabin, and it was extremely skinny. Somehow, it felt... familiar, like I've seen if before somewhere, but I just couldn't put my finger on it.
"Heh, so... what now?"
Of course it didn't reply, it couldn't or chose not to. And as the saying goes: "Actions speak louder than words."
Its eyes moved closer to me, unblinking as the creature got right in my personal space, about a few centimeters from my face if I had to guess. It just stayed there, menacingly! Haha, funny. I could go for some popcorn right about now.
Strange, I can feel something wet dripping onto my leg...
I squinted my eyes at the source of the drip, tracing my eyes upward to
Is... Is that a vagina?
Before I could formulate a response to the bizarre discovery of the monster's gender, she lunged forward, pinning me down with her tremendous weight, although it didn't hurt a bit. It was more like having a big, fluffy, weighted blanket cover your whole body.
"Hmph, hmm!" Came out a shocked shout, muffled by the layers of fur the... What even is it? What's going on? Why is she doing this? I swear I know what this thing is, this deer monster, this flesh-tearing, American, paranormal-
Eureka!
It's a wendigo!
Oh shit.
IT'S A WENDIGO!
Blinded by adrenaline and fur, I tried to push her off. I grabbed her fur with my left hand.
Where's my right one- oh, right, haha.
The cultists chopped it off.
And ate it.
Fuck. Now I can't masturbate!
I knew it was useless, she was going to... What is even going on at this point? I have so many fucking questions, like, what the fuck? Why is she just smothering me and rubbing herself against my crotch.
...
WAIT WHAT?!
"MHMFMHMF!" At my panicked reaction, she put more of her weight on my pelvis, a rumble emerging from her chest like a purr of sorts. This ain't right! Wendigos don't do this shit! I think. They straight up kill people... more or less. This has to be a dream, or Hell, or a nightmare.
Once she got tired of just rubbing, she decided to lift herself up. Her long, deadly claws holding my shoulders in place. I don't understand, what is happening?! Why is this happening?!
She huffed a hot breath at my face, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. A gurgle came from her throat, followed by silent movement of her jaw.
She was trying to say something!
After a few failed attempts, she managed to get a broken sentence out, multiple voices overlapping themselves with a deep, feminine undertone.
"Different... Human... Fragile... Weak... Cute... Need... Mate~"
A bullet short through my mind at the last word, Mate? As in...
Sex?
SEX?!
"REEEE-MMM!" She grabbed my jaw, her palm over my mouth, silencing my scream. I RATHER DEATH! NOT THIS! KILL ME! BUT LET ME MAINMTAIN MY DIGNITY!
"Bad... Boy... Struggle... Want... More... Mate~" Her red pupils turned into the shapes of hearts! IT'S JUST A DREAM! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!!! SNAP BACK TO REALITY!!!
I thrashed under her titanium grip, and she only seemed to get more excited, "Human... Weak... Good... Good~" NO! NOT GOOD! NOT GOOD AT ALL!
As I fruitlessly struggled under the mathematically impossible mountain of power, how does that even work! She's anorexic as fuck! And what are these stupid balloons in my face?!
Balloons? I think you meant, breasts.
...
My face turned a similar shade of red as her eyes, though it was covered by the black fur in her cleavage.
"MHHH!"
"No... one... Hear... Alone~"
"MHM-H-H! MMH!!!"
Using one of her hands, she grabbed hold of my pants and underwear, tearing them off with one swift pull and releasing my- WHY AM I EXCITED OVER THIS?! GOD! HELP MEEE!
Sighing in satisfaction, she began touching my no-no zone, probing and sometimes stroking my shaft to get it to grow. And she was so gentle too, as if she didn't want to kill me.
She said it herself, no? She wanted to mate.
WHICH WASN'T ANY BETTER!
As she kept experimenting with my tool, I tried to think of a way to get out of this, somehow, anyhow, I don't know! I'm panicking! I opened my mouth to speak and-
A nipple passed my lips, I reflexively closed my mouth around it and the wendigo yelped in surprise. If I didn't know any better, I'd say it was adorable.
She chuckled with excitement, pushing her breast harder into my face, "Good... Boy... Suck... Milk~" So she was a mammal, cool- NOW'S NOT THE TIME! I tired to back out of the situation, but she grabbed the back of my head with her free hand, and my breath was running out.
"MHM! MHMPH- MMH!"
"Suck... Get... Breathe..." Without any other option, I gave the soft flesh a shy lick, and she shivered in return. I did it again and again, getting a few seconds of precious air through my nose each time. Not long after I began my teasing, milk began secreting out of her. It tasted a bit like strawberry and cinnamon- WHY AM I ENJOYING THIS?!
She gave a tender squeeze to my member, rubbing her thumb over the tip. I moaned at the touch, she'd found my sensitive spot. She kept on stroking and playing with me as I tried to catch more lungfuls of rich oxygen. I don't know what it was, but the milk soothed and relaxed me like warm coco sprinkled with tiny marshmallows in the middle of winter. The soft fur all over combined with the increasing tingling in my nether regions overrode my rational thought process.
Once she was satisfied with her work, she grabbed me by my side and rose up, massaging her wet snatch up and down my length. Despite being twice my height, her pussy was tight- WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME! I HAVE TO GET AWAAAAAAAAAY!
Wasting no time, she slammed herself onto me, taking my first time. It was so alien, warm, tight, slick. I don't know if it was just me, but the appeal of having such a powerful creature capable of killing me with ease do this and be so- "MMH!" Gentle, made it somehow...
Right.
"Feel... Good?"
I cried into her chest, she'd smothered me once again between her tits.
"Feel... Good... Human... Gooooood~" She growled, raising herself so half of my cock was out before falling back down, burying me inside her. I could feel my own heartbeat pump blood through my member, my tip kissing her end.
As she continued to ride me, a part of me began to want more while the other wanted this to end, it preferred a swift end over this humiliating act. And they fought against each other in a great war, but one of them had the support of a fucking wendigo, so you can guess which one won.
"Umf~ Good... Boy~... Human... Mine~... Mine... MINE!" She roared, grabbing both of my ankles and lifting herself up. I gasped for air as she adjusted her grip, holding my legs upwards while only the top of my back remained against the cold stone floor.
I had never felt so exposed in my entire life.
"MATE! MATE!!!" Her eyes burned a furious scarlet, saliva dripping out of her mouth. From this position, she had full control over how I moved and how deep I went.
She didn't hold back, she kept pistoning me as far as I could go.
And for her, it was perfect.
"A-Ah! Fuck! Fuck- Ngh! Staaahp!" How did my day go from another boring night shift to this?
Damn you, author!
As she speared herself over and over with my weapon, juices running down my stomach and chest, I grasped at the smooth floor and thin air, my mind melting at her wild, supernatural sex. At some point, I was stuck balls deep in her because her pussy just wouldn't let go, stimulating me from every possible spot.
"A-AH! N-NO!" I screamed, but her own animalistic cries oppressed my own. Her head was titled upwards, any form of control lost to her desires.
I don't know what came over me, maybe it was some semblance of sanity, maybe it was just a reflex, but when I felt an all too familiar feeling rise up, I had to warn her, "I-I'm going to cum!"
She froze in place, even her cunt stopped vibrating and pleasing me. Despite the break feeling like forever, it lasted less than three seconds before she renewed her efforts.
"YES! RAAH!" She roared, her claws digging into my ankles and drawing blood. However, it only added to the euphoria that was about to come, "BABY! GIVE... BABY!"
It was too much. I wasn't overwhelmed; I was broken. Broken by a mythical beast out of the blue because it liked me. Whatever the reason was, it didn't matter. If she wanted me dead, she would have already done it. If she wanted to hurt me, she could've done that too, even now.
But she didn't.
"Ngh! Yes, yes! I don't c-ah- re!" With one final thrust, she held me as deep as she could, every jet of cum hitting a bullseye at her womb.
It was the best ejaculation in my entire life, any energy in my body was completely depleted and drained. Even after I had nothing left to give, she kept on bouncing up and down on my rod. Even if I could run, it wouldn't have made a difference. My fate was sealed; I had become hers.
At least I didn't have to pay taxes anymore.