Monster's Mate

Story Codes: N/C, DP, BDSM, Violence

Author’s Note: I know that the Phantom and the Hunchback are technically in different time periods and would never have known of each other. But consider this an AU story where all the monsters live in the same time period.

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Lucinda was quite upset when the Phantom informed her that the Hunchback was held in prison for exhibiting lewd behavior in public. He had been there ever since last month, the time that she had met him for their little liaison.

Before going home to Transylvania, she asked the Phantom if he would take her to the jail so that she could visit the prisoner. Shocked that she would want to see such a pitiful specimen of humanity, he nearly refused her. Yet he was so excited to try out his knowledge on his beloved Christine and so grateful to Lucinda for teaching him so thoroughly that he could not deny her anything.

Lucinda, covered up in a dark hooded cape, entered on her own without the Phantom. She was not a child and did not need an escort, she insisted, finally convincing him..

Inside, she was shocked at just how filthy, dark and depressing the conditions were there. Poor Quasimodo, to have to stay in a place like this! After all, he had just been a virgin and got carried away. Sure, she had been embarrassed out of her skin when he lost control like he did and fucked her in front of all of Paris. But he was harmless really, just like an affectionate puppy dog, and couldn’t help himself but to get overexcited at a little affection. She had no money of her own to bail him out, but she could at least tell him that she felt sorry for him and comfort him a little.

Right off the bat, she met with difficulties in her quest.

To begin with, she had to go into a small office just to get permission to visit the Hunchback.

The officers of the jail were difficult to deal with. They were both young men in their twenties, one sandy haired and one with black hair. The sandy haired one was one of those cocky and obnoxious men that she couldn’t stand and yet was sort of attracted to at the same time. Kind of like the Wolf Man. The black-haired one was sort of shy and quiet; he did not seem quite so bad.

“Why does a pretty girl like you want to see that perverse ugly sod?” the sandy-haired guard asked.

“I am a friend of his,” she answered.

“Oh, a fuck buddy, eh?” he commented, a lewd sparkle in his eyes.

Lucinda blinked in confusion, not familiar with this term, but it sounded quite rude.

“Sorry...he’s not supposed to have any visitors,” he said sternly.

“Oh, please…” she begged. “I won’t be in Paris for very long.”

The guard looked her over slowly up and down, practically undressing her with his eyes. Sucking his cheeks in and narrowing his eyes, he contemplated her for some time.

“Tell you what, girlie, you let me feel those big pretty titties of yours and I’ll break the rules for you.”

Lucinda sighed with consternation. Her Master would not like it for her to be giving away free feels to commoners. They weren’t even monsters!

But she felt so bad for the Hunchback and really wanted to visit him.

“Very well,” she agreed.

The officer’s eyes widened in shock.

“Hey, wait a minute, Pierre…” his friend spouted out. Lucinda was surprised to hear his voice as he had been so silent that she had almost forgotten that he was there. “That is not right at all!”

Lucinda gave him a smile. How kind of him to defend her from this brute!

“I should get a little feel too!” he suggested with a handsome grin. “After all, I’m also guarding his cell!”

Her smile fell once more in dismay. So now she had two of them to deal with!

The officers thought they would all have more privacy in one of the interrogation rooms, so the sandy-haired guard roughly took her by the arm, leading her into the small chamber. It was dark with only one small lamp and a large table in the center of the room.

“Okay, girlie, unbutton that dress and let us see them.”

She obeyed, slowly undoing the front of her dress, revealing her undergarments.

“Those too! In fact, strip to the waist.”

She hesitated. They not only wanted a feel but a look too?

“No bare boobies, no Hunchback!”

Well, her Master was off in Transylvania. How would he know about it?

Biting her lip, she undressed until she was naked from the waist up. They gaped open mouthed as she revealed her “best assets”. And they were quite nice, she thought with some vanity. Perfectly molded and symmetrical with light pink nipples and slightly darker aureolas, they were large enough to give a man a good handful. And she was discovering that not only did they never fail to make a man horny, but when they were touched, they never failed to make her horny. With all of the times that she had been fucked now, she knew that her breasts were always ultra sensitive and ready to play. And when her nipples were touched, the sensations seemed to hit her pussy as fast as a lightning bolt.

Such feelings were happening now as the sandy-haired man grabbed her breasts with both hands, squeezing and jiggling them.

“Oh, these are so juicy…” he exclaimed, licking his lips. “Jacques, you must try these out.”

Lucinda bit her lip, feeling kind of awkward as she just stood there while the men talked about her this way.

Jacques stroked her breasts with his fingertips, all along the nipples and around the mounds. When he tickled the undersides of them, Lucinda squirmed and shifted a little bit with wobbly knees.

“Be still!” he warned, slapping one of her breasts lightly, causing her to squeal in surprise. “I’m not sure she can control herself, Pierre. What do you think we should do?”

She then was surprised to feel Pierre, the sandy haired guard, grab her wrists quickly and pin them behind her back. Then she heard the click of handcuffs being placed on her wrists. As she contemplated the weight of the cold hard metal, she suspected that these two had much more in mind than just a feel of her breasts. Also, that they seemed to have done this sort of thing before.

“Do they taste as good as they look?” Pierre asked.

“I don’t know…let’s see…”

Bending her backward so that Lucinda was off balance, Jacques circled her nipple with his tongue before taking it between his teeth. Then he lashed at the center of the bud with his tongue. She moaned softly at his naughty mouth, clenching her thighs together hard.

“Gentlemen, this is more than a feel…” she reminded them.

Her brash statement resulted in her other breast being spanked right before Pierre put his mouth on it. He sucked at her nipple hard and ferociously while Jacques continued worrying the other one with his teeth. With two men suckling on her, Lucinda burned with hot need.

“Listen to the sounds she’s making, Jacques. I bet she’s as wet as a river down there.”

“I don’t know…let’s see…”

Her skirts and undergarments were quickly shoved down from her waist until they puddled onto the floor, leaving her stark naked.

A pair of fingers reached between her legs, exploring. Involuntarily, she moved her hips, trying to bear down on the hand.

“I’ve never felt a woman get so wet just by having her titties played with,” Jacques said as he began to finger fuck her teasingly. “She can’t see the Hunchback like this. He will smell all this cum and want to take advantage of her. But then again, I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you, sweet?”

“Yes, I think we should punish this girlie for being such a horny tart!”

Lucinda suspected that they were trying to scare her, but in all actuality they were just turning her on with their rough brutish treatment of her. They placed her on her stomach on the table, spreading her legs apart and manacling her ankles to the wooden legs of it. One of them, she was not sure which one, began to stroke and massage her buttocks. She ground her pussy into the wood of the table in lustful agony.

“Such a bad girl…”

WHACK!

The hard slap on her right buttock made her gasp. Her Master had never spanked her much. He usually saved this sort of thing for Elizabeth.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Tears started to flow down her cheeks from the sting of the hands, alternating from one buttock to the other. On and on it went, both of them spanking away at her.

“Her pussy’s so wet and hungry that we should feed it something.”

Prepared to feel one of their cocks, Lucinda’s eyes widened when she felt something cold and hard slide up in her. She guessed that it was one of their night sticks. Tied and trapped as she was, she could not see her assailant, but he moved the stick in and out of her in a cruel imitation of fucking.

“Your pussy is sucking away at my night stick so hard,” he taunted. Naturally, it was Pierre. “You must need it really badly. I always like to help a lady in distress.”

She then felt him remove it only to promptly replace it with his cock. She gasped as he began to take her hard and fast, bouncing her body as he did so. The friction of her nipples rubbing along the hard surface of the table drove her wild.

There was the sound of a whisper.

Then abruptly Pierre withdrew from her, unchained her legs, turned her onto her back and lifted her up from the table. Placing her back onto his cock, she was forced to wrap her legs around him as he held her buttocks and walked to the center of the room. She saw him grimace and break into a sweat as he started to fuck her again. She too started to grimace and quiver, this new position and pressure adding a new dimension to their fuck.

When she felt him start to part her buttocks, she guessed correctly what was to come next.

The lubricated night stick started to slide its way up her anus. She started to panic and moan in pain, causing them to laugh. Then she remembered those horrid werewolves. Ironic that she had been so looking forward to going to Paris to recover from that experience only to find herself raped and reemed again. But she remembered that as she had repeatedly been taken in a three-way by the werewolves, her asshole would not hurt so much if she just tried not to fight the invasion but to let her muscles there relax. Concentrating on that thought, when Jacques’ prick went up her butt, she felt not so much in pain but full back there. And the fullness seemed to make the horniness in her pussy so intense.

She was sandwiched between the two officers, her legs dangling at their sides. As they moved back and forth, pistoning at her from both ways, she got so horny that she was actually sobbing with pleasure. Thinking that she was crying with pain, they pumped away at her even harder. She almost wished she were normal and would suffer agony with their rape. Then she wouldn’t be so disgusted with herself that she could feel such pleasure from their rough treatment and brutality.

As it was, she came again and again and again...

When they were done with her, she was lying on the floor in a naked heap, exhausted.

“What should we do with her?” Pierre asked.

“Well, I’m sure some of the other boys might like a chance to play with her.”

“Good idea!”

Before they could pursue their idea, Lucinda heard a loud whooshing followed by choking sounds. Opening her eyes, she saw both men blue with their tongues protruding in the throes of death. They had both been lassoed and strangled around the throat. It was the mark of the Phantom of the Opera.

“I told you that you should not have come into this place alone, my dear,” he chided, clucking his tongue. “You must have suffered horribly at their hands. Should I take you to an infirmary?”

Ashamed to tell him that her body was absolutely singing in afterglow, she merely shook her head silently as she dressed. With a glance, she saw both of those young boys dead before her with their pricks still hanging out of their pants. While it was a waste of virility, she was not exactly sorry to see them dead. They had been a horrid nuisance during her attempt to see the Hunchback.

Unable to get into his cell, she could only talk to Quasimodo through his bars. He was positively crying with joy at the sight of her. Although she could not get into his cell, she could touch him through the bars. By way of a sympathetic apology, she gave him a blow job. Once again, she was rewarded with the sounds of his lusty moans as he sweetly came in her mouth. Apologizing once more for his plight, she left him, returning back to Erik in the office.

After efficiently disposing of the two corpses, the Phantom escorted her to the train station where she was to return to Transylvania.