Cytheria, Pack Bitch
Part 4 – A Moment of Freedom, and Alteria’s Conversion
Part 1 – Childhood Terror
Cytheria was bored. This was her fourth class in a row, and on such a beautiful spring day, there should have been a law against keeping pretty little twelve year old girls in a boring old school, even if they were blonde mages and needed to be educated and trained, so they could use their magic to protect the people of her Teleria from the monsters. It just wasn’t right, she thought.
Outside, the air was warm and sunny. She could hear the insects clicking and clacking, the birds trilling. The warm breeze blew aside the gauzy white curtains from the tall windows in the classroom, and it carried with it the nearly intoxicating scent of flowers and growing grains. Cytheria inhaled deeply, the aromas reminding her, though sorrowfully, of home, the home that was now gone, destroyed like so many others, by bands of the marauding Monstrum species that had been terrorizing the lands for so long. The Corpsum Gorillas had come down out of the foothills that horrible night, setting fire and killing; wanton destroyers of anything peaceful and harmonious. She closed her eyes in sorrow, bowing her head as she did.
It had been a cool, crisp autumn night, and the stars were out in the millions, it seemed. The sleepy village was quiet, many of the small families having settled in after dinner. They spent much of the day harvesting their grain and maize fields, the men and older boys working quickly, the women and younger children keeping a watchful eye on the horizons. As the golden sun set, the families hurried home, and smoke from the cooking fires in each small home soon spiraled over the small village as each family set in to eat, tell stories, and finally take to bed after the long hard day. Calm settled in over the sleepy burg.
The raid came unexpectedly in the deep of night. Fearsom roars of battle and the thunderous stamping of hundreds of brown, hairy feet foretold the murderous band’s approach. Families throughout the town awoke in horror as the wave of beastly ugliness crashed over the sleepy town. The little golden haired girl, not even nine years old at the time, had watched in horror as the huge ugly beasts had thundered into the small village, knocking down her home’s flimsy door and bursting into the little cabin her father Artemis had built for them all.
She could hear other cabins and huts being breached as well, as the band of monsters targeted each candle-lit window. She and her little sister Alteria huddled in fright, hidden deep in the corner shadows, clutching each other and sobbing gently. It was horrible. One ugly brute viciously swiped a huge, hairy paw at her older brother Troilus as he tried to defend his sisters, knocking his trim body aside, his head cracking ominously against a corner of the window frame, his body falling senseless in a heap, blood streaming from his nose.
They watched in terror, breath caught in their throats as their father fought bravely against the overwhelming odds, the stronger beasts toying with him as he lashed out at them, holding a stout piece of ironwood in his hands, batting at them repeatedly and shouting at them like growling dogs. The snarls and grunts of the huge beasts reverberated around in the small cabin, as they shattered the rustic furniture, laying waste to the small rooms, overturning food storage casks, sweeping cutlery and belongings from the tabletops. One large white beast in particular was combatting Artemis, lashing out with his strong arms to grasp the ironwood and wrench it out of the human hands, and then reaching with the other arm to throttle the poor defender, a huge hairy paw clutching the man’s neck. His body was picked up right off the floor, legs kicking, but the ogre was simply too strong, and Cytheria watched in horror, shielding her little sister’s vision, as the life was squeezed out of their brave father before their very eyes. The beast casually dumped the body on the floor and turned, growling. His prize cowered in the far corner, sobbing and screaming in terror.
Cytheria’s mother Leda had screamed in horror watching her husband and mate viciously murdered before her. She scrabbled backwards as the animal turned towards the sound, her heels digging into the hard wood floor, trying to retreat back out of the range of the monster. His flaming red eyes lit on her though, and he grunted and leaned back, pounding his fists on his huge chest and letting out a ferocious roar of triumph. He leapt forwards, closing the small distance between him and his prey in a single long bound, and reached out to pull the fearful woman out of the shadows. He grasped her hip with one strong paw and crudely wrenched the simple wrap of clothing off her struggling body with the other, leaving her naked and defenseless. Her screams and whimpers rang in the little girls’ ears.
Suddenly, Cytheria noticed the ugly erect sex organ sticking up from the animal’s loins, its’ angry red tip already dripping with blood lust. It was as thick as her arm, and nearly as long, and the poor woman in the beast’s grasp could do nothing but cry out in pain as the monster pushed the woman’s body down onto his organ with a triumphant cry. As his fearsome cock split the poor mother’s anguished pussy, the trembling little girls watched in horrible fascination. The beast grasped the poor woman by her trim waist and pistoned her wriggling body up and down on his foot-long penis, causing the young wife to moan in anguish as her body was mistreated for sexual satisfaction.
The beast reached across the counter top he held her against and dipped a free hand into a small bowl of cooking fat they’d been using and then slapped it wetly against the woman’s crotch. The grease aided the entry of his fat cock into the woman and eased her own tremendous pain somewhat. His thumb rubbed roughly against the juncture of their two bodies, causing her little bud of pleasure to react in spite of her horrible rape.
The animal continued to thrust his fearsome weapon in and out of their mother’s tight channel as the young girls watched, hypnotized. He spun and laid her across the rough wooden table that just a few hours earlier had seen the happy family arrayed around it, enjoying a meal of fresh vegetables, warm bread and sweet honey mead. Leda’s mature body vibrated and shook with the rough sexual attack, her womanly breasts wobbling back and forth, nipples hard and stony, nipples which had only short years ago nourished her three beautiful children, but were now being twisted painfully by the beast’s clutching paws. Suddenly, Cytheria and Anteria watched in amazement as the beast growled with victorious release. He pushed his length fully into the spastic woman, and his ugly cock belched a cup of hot, slimy sperm-laden gorilla semen directly into her womb. The combination of his thumb roughly manipulating her pleasure center, and the natural reaction of a Telerian womb to a flood of sperm brought a scream of sexual release to her, her cries and whimpers gradually fading to a quiet, but throaty gasp of pleasure as the beast thrust into her a dozen more times, flooding her insides with the grotesque amount of semen his kind were known for. He beat his chest in triumph and then schlucked his still hard and now bloody cock from her body, leaving the woman trembling, breathless, and her pussy leaking a pinkish, white river.
Suddenly, another Corpsum appeared at the doorway, his eyes lighting up at the sight of the dazed, naked wife. He stepped forwards and covered her with his strong, furry body almost immediately, and the rapes continued.
Poor Cytheria and her sister watched in abject horror, unable to move, as their mother was repeatedly raped by the monsters, over and over her small body writhing in pain followed by pleasure, her pussy and abdomen swamped with hordes of Corpsum semen until it flowed down both legs, hanging almost lifeless from the edge of the wooden table. The bestial orgasms rippled through the woman despite her pain and anguish, her body betraying her, her mind cursing her species and the reactions to her sexual assault. Cytheria trembled in fear as she watched her mother brutally attacked and violated by over a dozen of the sadistic beasts, each one pushing his misshapen and grotesque cock far up into the woman’s body, much too far for her smaller organs to withstand.
Generation after generation, females from her tribal lineage had been abused, raped, sexually attacked, and after so much time, the hated ejaculations triggered a feverish orgasmic reaction that had saved her ancestors from going insane with the near-constant sexual torture. Her mother had told her of the adaptation, as her mother before her, and her mother before that. The young Leda had sat spellbound in terror as her own mother described being raped by the attackers from over the sea hundreds of times over months of occupation, her body swamped by gallons of vile seed, and the paroxysms of pleasure that swam through her limbs. Every known species of rampaging monster, it seemed, had known the pleasure of violent rape of the defenseless human women. Over the generations, adaptations happened. Minds altered. Organs shifted. The monsters took their pleasure without any regard for age or suitability. A six year old child was as likely to be covered in beast cum as a 70 year old grandmother.
Leda’s battered womb sucked at the vast amount of ape semen being splashed into it, despite the horror of the attacks. The sperm drooled from her opening, and dripped wetly onto the floor, tinged pink with blood from their huge penises. The beasts would sometimes delight in spraying their salty, ugly ejaculations across her body, marking their conquest with spermy trails that crisscrossed the young wife, her breasts iced with the stuff, her face waxed like a dripping candle. It was well known how large the Corpsum ejaculations were, and before long the comatose woman was nearly covered in white slime.
The vicious rapes continued long into the night, Leda’s screams and moans and hoarse panting ringing in the ears of her own young human daughters as they watched horrified. Every few rapes, a monster would flip the tiny woman over, hauling her hips up and using both long, furry thumbs to pry open her round buttock, and Leda suffered the inhumane indignity of having those rough, long cocks forced through her tiny anal ring, her screams rending the air and causing her young daughters still watching fearfully to cover their eyes in fright. The Corpsum didn’t care, though, they wanted only a warm human hole in which to pulse their horny cocks, and Leda’s guts took spurt after spurt of the hot salty semen in, her belly sloshing with the foul liquid. Then, she’d be roughly flipped onto her back again, her legs held up by long hairy arms, and another penis would slice into her red and feverish womanood.
Finally though, the monsters had slaked their sexual thirst, at least for the moment, and after a long, tense period Cytheria realized they’d gone and not returned. She trembled, cautioning her little sister to remain hidden. She got slowly to her feet and crept from the hiding place, fearful of what she might find. She padded silently up to her mother and lightly touched her slime-covered pink lips. They were cold. Her mother’s sightless eyes stared up at the thatched ceiling through the pools of semen in their sockets, and Cytheria cried out in sorrow and grief. They scared child leaned her head down to her mother’s shoulder, unmindful of the cold, slimy evidence of her mother’s killers smeared on her cheek. Raped to death, her mother’s lifeless body would at least now not bear the horrible mutant offspring of the Corpsum. Cytheria knew that human females of child-bearing age were often powerless against the onslaught of the beast semen. It survived in their wombs often for days, waiting for fertility, and then ceaselessly attacked the defenseless little egg until a horrible hybrid beast would form. Human girls who’d been captured by the Corpsum became fertile to them within days of the Conversion. They bore only males.
Cytheria tenderly kissed her mother’s lips, ignoring the salty, bleachy gloss, and whispered soothing words that were not heard and a quick prayer to the gods that would not be answered tonight. Cytheria murmured, ‘Godspeed, mother, please comfort father for us. We will survive.’ Barely seeing through her tears, the girl gathered up her fear-frozen little sister and they both ran into the night, padding down the dark unlit paths until the next morning when the stars finally gave up their light to the bright sun, and they were rescued by a military patrol alerted by the plumes of black smoke that showed where their village had once been. A patrol was sent back for survivors. Cytheria and Alteria waited, trembling, hungry, nearly naked, with the rest of the young military men. Late in the afternoon, they returned. Several other young girls, none past their mid teens, had been found cowering in the shadows, along with a half dozen young boys, and several elders whose tired eyes betrayed their gloom. Everyone else had been lost.
Back in the schoolroom, Cytheria shivered with the memory, trying to push it away, back into the recesses of her mind. She was thankful for the kind soldiers who took ...