Jane knew she was in a dream, in that way which people always know they are in a
dream. The surreal quality was unmistakable, and unforgiving. Jane was in her living room,
at home, but Jane was not in her living room at home; everything was off-kilter, the room
dark, the only light slanting down yellowish and sickly-pale through a skylight which did
not exist in her actual living room. The light cast odd shadows, making it appear like her
seemingly wrong-sized furniture was a pack of salivating animals drawn up and waiting to
spring upon her if she failed to watch them closely enough.
Standing in the middle of her living room Jane was nude, except for a
blood-spattered French maid apron covering her front. She turned at the sharp sound of
rapping knuckles on her front door, and she felt her hart speed. On the bed Jane breathed
deeply, turning to her side as she drew her legs up, her hand crept down between her
parted thighs.
Jane crept toward the front door as the knocking persisted unabated, she felt fear
flood through her, fear and excitement. She decided answering that door would lead to her
death, and she resolved, this time, to leave the rapping unanswered. But as she stood
naked and diffident before that door, the decision was taken from her. As it had been the
evening before.
With a splintering noise her front door was driven inwards with a single mighty
kick, taken completely off its hinges so it fell with a crash upon the floor. A naked man
strode in, his oiled, tanned form rippling with muscle; a Greek god with a huge cock
out-thrust proudly before him like the prow of a ship cresting the waves, bobbing back and
forth as if questing for fresh meat to spear into as his huge sack dangled beneath, heavy
and full with sperm to froth and jack deeply into a womb, any womb. The man was naked but
for a mask completely encasing his face, rendered in great detail it was a wolf which
gazed at her with inhuman eyes, yellow and full of hunger, rows of sharp teeth glinting in
the odd light, the man behind the wolf visible through the rows of saliva draped fangs.
Upon the bed Jane whined, breath catching sharply, in excitement. Between her legs
her hand had found the soft shell of her vagina, spreading the lips apart as her fingers
quested within. Naked but for the frilly apron, Jane turned from the Wolf-man and bolted
for her bedroom and its sanctity. Scrambling through the door she heard him looming up
behind her, felt him closing in, his respiration ragged and menacing as the foetid odour
of his breath wreathed her face, stirring her hair as it enveloped her in a fug. As she
entered her room his hand fell upon her shoulder, ragged fingers grasping, and he
propelled her forward mightily, sending her spinning down upon her own bed, which had been
stripped to the bare mattress.
Sprawled upon the bed Jane saw more half-men\half-mask beings flooding into the
room behind her Wolf-man, who had followed her down to crush her under his massive weight,
pressing her deeply upon the mattress. As the stink of his breath surrounded her, old
blood and raw meat, Jane gazed up into the mask he hid behind. The detail was amazing, she
could make out every individual hair, black striations mixed in with the gray to create a
mottled pattern on the elongated scull, every tooth in the long jaw rendered in jagged
detail. He loomed above her as if about to dip his head and rip out her throat, but Jane
felt no fear as she arched beneath him.
Everything happened incredibly fast, and yet, it all seemed to be in slow motion,
allowing her time to note every particular. She turned her head to observe the other
masked beings as they came into the room. The Owl-man, with huge yellow eyes surrounded by
a spray of gray\blue feathers, each one detailed with individual color striations, a
cruelly curved beak jutting from the mask to rend prey. The Fox-woman, a statuesque amazon
with pendulous breasts floating above a trim, muscled body; the red fur of her mask sleek
along the scull, a black muzzle parted slightly to reveal sharp white teeth above which
floated darkly green eyes glittering with intelligence and cruelty. The Bull-man behind
her, hugely muscled chest leading the way, his bovine face topped by large white horns,
blue-black fur blending into the darkness of the room and his large red eyes balls of fire
in the night. Both male forms like the Wolf before them, had muscled tight and oiled
bodies with huge cocks, tumescent with their need. Lastly Swan-woman, who entered the room
with a light stepping and stately grace, head lowered sedately, lily white feathers and
cruel yellow beak below the small green eyes, her svelte body tight and firm with pert
breasts and rounded buttocks.
Jane rolled to her stomach upon the bed, her fingers speared deeply into her cootch
as she found the little pearl of her sex and stroked it in her somnolent excitation. As
she lay pinned beneath the Wolf-man Jane watched as the others grabbed her, surrounding
the bed as they took her wrists and ankles. The Fox-woman prompt to take her left arm
behind the Owl-man who gripped her right, while the Bull-man took her left ankle in his
strong grip, beside his mate, Jane knew it was his mate, the Swan-woman who took her
right. The Wolf-man ripped off her blood spattered apron, revealing the fine network of
cuts and lacerations which marked her belly and thighs, and only now began to sting as the
four masked beings lifted her off the bed, stretching her out between them into the air.
Jane's legs spasmed, her knees digging into the bed as the light sheet wrapped
tight around her bottom, providing a pleasurable constraint upon her body as she came into
her hand softly. And in that moment, as she lay stretched out in their unbreakable grasp,
they were no longer in her bedroom. They stood in the midst of a large forest glade with
thigh high grass waving softly in the cool night breeze. The unusually tall trees in the
distance were black and misshapen beings, ancient beyond anything a forest of this earth
might hope to know, bearing twists and gnarls which could only be described as, Wrong. The
branches bent back upon themselves and the bark split wide and weeping a sap more like
ichor, filling the air with a soft scent like sweet pine, but overpowering so it hurt. The
glade was lit from above by a huge moon, red and so close it seemed to be looming just
above the tree-tops.
The four held her in the air beside a large fire-pit, unlit though laid with
sizable logs and heaped with kindling, with a pair of large wooden dowels suspended above
it on a spit, one dowel higher and further back from the other. Jane was powerless to
resist as the Wolf-man jumped lightly off her and the other's draped her across the spit,
lashing her wrists to the higher dowel, spread wide apart, and her ankles to the lower one
so her thighs were spread in offering. Jane hung limp on the spit, her head lowered as the
lacerations on her still form dripped into the logs set out beneath her. With a roar the
logs burst into cackling flame and Jane felt the heat spread upon her body, blooming on
her face and neck, and yet, she felt no pain, nor did she scream or try to speak.
Her captors seemed unaffected by the fire, standing in the flames without
ill-nature. And now they were no longer men and women bearing masks, but men and women
with the heads of beasts, unnatural and violent in their Wanting. Jane felt their need
thrum through the air, and enter her still form, and she knew that she had been chosen as
their sacrifice, their prey, theirs to do with as they needed to do. She had been chosen
to be rendered unto them.
Swan-woman stepped delicately towards her through the fire, unbothered by the
dancing leaping cackling flames just beneath her body, which made the only sound in the
still forest glade. Swan-woman had a knife in her hand and Jane gasped just once as the
blade slid lightly through the femoral artery of her leg, delicately laying it open and
spraying a hot arc of her life to sizzle amongst the cavorting flames. Fox-woman held a
pitcher beneath her thigh and caught up Jane's falling life, collecting a large amount of
it. After the first hot shock Jane's leg went cool and she felt no pain as she hung upon
the spit, feeling her skin heat and cook upon the flames. Fox-woman took the pitcher and
tipped it against the muzzle of Wolf-man, who drank deep so his muzzle was stained ocher.
And Jane watched as the other's also drank, Fox-woman holding the pitcher to the beak of
Swan-woman, (who had sheathed her knife in the wood of the spit by Jane's hand) and
pressing it to the thick lips of Bull-man so his fur splashed red and his tongue guzzled
lustily, then offering it to the curved yellow bill of Owl-man as he stepped forward
eagerly, so his cruel beak stained deeply scarlet before she threw her own head back and
drank, emptying the pitcher.
Wolf-man approached her then, as her blood spattered upon the flames in a steady
arc from her leg, so that Jane felt dizzy and weak. He reached out and his fingers, now
thick claws, sank deeply into the flesh of her buttocks, raking long furrows in the soft
globes of her round and fleshy bottom as he spread her and speared himself hard into her
exposed cunt. His thick cock spreading her lips back as he thrust within her so Jane threw
her head back and gasped at the red moon. His claws raked her buttocks, digging into her,
and as he fucked her his mate danced forward, bending to take up a burning log from the
fire, which she pressed into Jane's artery. The sizzle as her thigh burned made Jane cry
out finally, a loud sound in the still of the night which swallowed it and gave it back to
her as her wound cauterized, and wracked with the agony Jane hung limp then while the Wolf
took her as hard as he might. On the bed Jane lay on her back, her fingers wedged deeply
inside her as she threshed beneath the cover twisted around her body, spasming as she
orgasmed again, and again, and again.
On the spit Jane felt herself turning as Swan-woman, her long white neck arched
gracefully and her beak laid upon her breast as her glittering eyes watched assessingly,
worked the spit to cook her evenly. She felt her skin crawl, cracking as she roasted so
her juices oozed to glaze her outward shell so that she basted herself for them. But they
would not wait, while Wolf-man clung to her back and fucked her. Bull-man stepped forward
rubbery lips closing around her breast as he took a firm grip, and ripped the globe of her
away while she turned. Then Owl-man too came, his tri-taloned hands rending her sides as
his beak dipped, and he took out her eye neatly. And Fox-woman came dancing forward, small
muzzle closing sedately on the side of Jane's exposed neck, small teeth digging in and
ripping her open so again her blood arced into the air even as her flesh cooked on the
open flames.
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