Malice Maze

Chapter 18
Roxy’s Knowledge

“What else have you learned about the Famor?” Rivalen asked, looking over a young Roxy’s shoulders as she flipped through the pages of the book about creatures who dwell in caves and steal the innocence, or not so innocence, of women with copulation that can last for hours, or days. Many women can die from exhaustion.

If I hadn’t… killed so many of them… Roxy turned over slightly in her sleep, restless.

“I have learned that it is hard for them to conceive,” she said, pointing to an underlined thought in the book. “The Famor are filled with seed, more than a typical human male, three times as much as a vampire or a demon. However, due to a mortal woman’s body acting in such a different way than a Famor’s the women’s body will reject the seed nearly one hundred to one times. The Famor have an instinct when a woman is pregnant and rape will cease by all other Famor once the woman is pregnant, except for the Famor who impregnated her, for he will wish to claim her as his and will often rape her at least once a day after conception.

“We, as scientists, have learned that the more a Famor inserts himself into a woman’s body, the better the chances of her survival during labor. If a Famor rejects his lover and does not insert himself into her being she will most likely die.”

“Why are you reading this?” Rivalen asked, disgust clear in his voice. It was almost an amusing emotion to hear from a man who had murdered nearly as cold-blooded-like as Roxy had in his youth, though he looked no older than his youth now.

“I want to destroy them,” Roxy admitted flatly, no emotion, just a flat statement. “These creatures do not benefit society. I will exterminate them when I am strong enough.”

“Are you strong enough?”

“Yes…” Roxy opened her eyes too slowly, her body was still too weak to dredge from sleep with the quick agility she was used to. She did not even sense the creature between her legs until he was already sliding inside of her, filling her pussy with his cock again. Roxy cried out from shock as the creature who had thumped her most, the one who had caused her to black out in the first place, was taking her again. The pile of other creatures who had slept surrounding her naked body seemed to awaken at her sounds though the only difference was now they were moving instead of lying still. They waited in silence, their bodies reacting to the sounds coming from her and the larger creature above her. Her dream, or memory, was clear in her mind. If she was pregnant none of them would touch her, but the way they were readying themselves meant they were ready for another bout with her body. She was not pregnant and for that she was glad, but her body could not take another round of fifty-one creatures. The creature above her may be getting the ultimate in pleasure from her, thrust for thrust inside of her, his hands crawling over her like they had not done before, but she could not take any more. She was weak and she wanted to scream at the cavernous ceilings for release.

“Please,” she heard herself begging, and she hated herself for the voice she heard, for the ultra feminine begging that should never have come from her lips, “please let me go.”

“No,” she could almost hear grunted above her, over and over. “No,” they said and the creature above her sped up his pace, twisting her legs around his waist and pushing even deeper into her. Her petite breasts jiggled and hands reached out for them to play with them. She reached her hands out, wanting to fight them off, and thought of something else instead.

With a last bout of force, with the only ounces of strength she had left, she tackled the creature on top of her, keeping him deep inside of her, but moving him until he was flat on his back and she was riding on top of him. The movement was exhausting, but knowing that fifty-one bastards would be inside of her again, one at a time, was more exhausting. She had a way to make them cum faster, and not fill her so much. She rode that bastard, letting him see what she could do with untrained yet athletic hips and his claws went to her hips and moved her, enjoying her strike of femininity. She reached out her callused hands and first spat upon her palms, wetting them nicely, before wrapping them around the two closest cocks. Men were men, no matter what form they were in, and every man would love to have his cock rubbed in any way he could. She was going to make them dribble before they could all cum inside of her again, she was going to do her best to only fuck a fifth of them and pray for the best.

The creatures, the Famor, above her cried out with pleasure and moved closer, giving her a better angle. The creature below her bounced her exaggeratedly and she did the one thing she thought he would enjoy, she cried out with pleasure, though the bile was thick in her throat. One of the young ones beside her came in her hand quite swiftly and she reached out for another one, but this man she pulled behind her, squeezing her eyes shut she angled herself in such an awkward way, using the man she was gripping in her other hand as a weight, and she let that cock to another hole. With his blind eyes he may not know the difference; he might just enjoy the tight feel around his cock.

She cried out in pain as he shoved into her small ass hole but she would not let herself fall. While rubbing one man and letting two fuck very intimate areas of her body she reached out and found another man and slid him to stand over the man she was fucking, inserting his cock into her mouth. She gagged and choked, her mouth much smaller than she thought, but she took it all, letting him tickle the back of her throat. With her last free hand she found another creature and began her journey of his cock.

The creatures around her heard the cries of pleasure from the five men she was pleasuring, licking, rubbing, and fucking. They moved closer, anxious to grip something, anxious to put something in her, on her, around her. If she had had enough room she would have had a cock between her small breasts, but that would not happen, they would not fit. She was lucky she could angle her athletic build around five.

Cum dripped down her throat and she tried not to tear up at the disgust of it all. She let it drip down her throat and she hurried the creature away to take another one into her mouth. Two down, forty-nine to go. The creature below her was determined and did not seem to want to finish, he seemed to want to enjoy the very thing he was doing to her, and that was fine because she could only wonder how she would get another creature under her at this rate.

After she gave the release to ten more creatures the creature below her came hard inside of her, nearly throwing her off with the force of his thrust. She moved on, she sauntered quickly to any of them and pushed him to the floor, ready to ride him as well while the others followed her, hearing the screams and moans and wanting that same pleasure. She knew they understood words if they could tell her no, and so the moans and screams of pleasure, an even more primordial sound, had to be effecting their libido as they came on her, filled her, and fucked her hard and fast. Was she tired? Of course. She was ready to give up at any moment, it was hard to keep up with five creatures wanting release and she felt disgusting covered and filled with their cum, but her plan was to finish them off and to keep moving. She would not stop. She fucked them all with an adrenaline kick that was another wish for death, their death. This may have all been a blessing to give her that adrenaline rush she had missed. Normal death will be a piece of cake, and a peace of mind, from here on out. If she never has to feel another creature of the cave inside of her again it would be too soon.

The last creature who needed release was creative and pushed her on the floor of the rocks, her stomach face down. He lifted her hips and found the correct hole, pushing into her pussy and pounding into her. Her mind was jumping with joy, not from the pleasure the men were trying to give her, but the pleasure of knowing that soon she would escape.

The creature filled her body one last time and then they were all spent, lying in various areas around the cave in exhaustion. Roxy moved in silence, standing and searching the darkness for that one glimmer of light that meant the pool of water and the phosphorescence. A few of them were trying to sniff Roxy out, to find her to lie with her, the first who had fucked and cum on her. What they did not realize is that every creature smelled of her, and she smelled of every creature. Even with their acute sense of smell she would be hard to find, and by the time they did she planned to be armed.

Roxy, with all the lithe quiet she had trained for over the years, moved towards her glimmer of hope, slipping silently into the water to wash cum and seed off of her body, and opening her eyes for the search of her knives.