Page 21 of Wrong Turn

Maybe he does. His thrusts slow as he soothingly rubs my ass, quelling the burning of my skin.

Something hits my skin, running down between my ass cheeks. Once, twice, three times.

Is it raining?

Lifting my sight upwards, there isn’t a dark cloud in sight. Birds fly backwards across the sky, their reverse chirps flitting around us as unease crawls across my skin.

Something’s wrong.

He pulses his hips, rocking his cock inside me as I feel his fingers circle my back hole. Nope. Not doing that today. Dream or not, I’m not into anal.

I try to move away, but I’m no use for his punishing grip. Mushrooms spring up from the ground between my fingers. Tiny little mouths full of razor sharp teeth sink into my skin, anchoring me in place against his monstrous form. I scream in agony, pulling my hands free. New mushrooms sprout from the spots where my blood hits the ground. More and more tether themselves to me, stabbing their fangs in, grinding down until they hit bone, their roots working farther into the earth to hold me firm.

Bigfoot’s dick pulls out of my pussy, and starts to press into my ass. Panic mixes with fear as my fluffy, relaxing dream turns on its head. The world flips before my very eyes, and a true nightmare emerges. Thousands of glowing eyes fill the dark expanse of the forest around us. A throng of snarling, salivating beasts watch as the crown of this hairy fuck’s dick breaches mytight ass.Breathe, Savannah. It’s not real. It’s a nightmare. You’ll wake up eventually.

My back door burns as he slowly pushes into me.Relax, let him in or it will hurt even more.To give him credit, he’s going slow, spitting on me consistently to keep me slick. It may be the worst part of this nightmare: being trapped, unable to escape while I endure his slow and gentle assault. Tears prick the corners of my eyes as he slowly pulls in and out of me until he’s fully seated inside. I’m so full, I feel like my eyes are going to pop out of my head.

He whoops like a true animal as he conquers the small human beneath him. Does this make me his mate? Is that why all these other creatures are here? To watch him claim me publicly? Despite the pain in my asshole, the thought of being his mate warms my belly.

In response to his guttural whoops, the crowd snarls and craws in response. It’s wholly terrifying.

The sky lights up, a blood red colour sweeping across the clouds as the sun starts to dip below the horizon. The bright yellows and oranges of the encroaching sunset mix and swirl like a whirlpool, distracting me as he plows into my ass.

The mushrooms start to move again, their teeth grinding against my flesh as they heave up whatever is in their tiny stomachs, emptying it into my wounds. I watch in unyielding horror as hundreds of worms squirm their way beneath my skin. I scream, over and over, so fucking loud but the beast at my back just groans in response. Pushing and pulling me on his fat cock at a savage pace.

When he unloads, his roar rips through the forest. The mushrooms release me, sinking back into the earth as his hot seed fills me, and drips from the gaping hole. Bigfoot’s fingers lightly trace my skin, the savage sex-craved monster momentarily sated. They slide through his cum, bringing it tomy lips. When I turn away, he fists my hair. The shock drops my jaw as I cry out from surprise. Without missing a beat, he shoves his fingers between my lips, wiping his cum on my tongue.

His dick thickens in my face as his digits fuck my mouth, testing my gag reflex. Fist still woven in my hair, he hauls my mouth to his cock, forcing it between my lips. He fucks my mouth at an inhuman speed, and when he releases a second time, he forces his cock so far down my throat I can’t breathe. My nose meets his pubic bone, and he groans while I struggle. My scream is smothered by his massive shaft, my slapping and pushing is futile. He’s an immovable force I don’t stand a chance against. Blackness encroaches, and the fight leaks from my body as my lungs burn.

This is it, I’m going to die stuffed full of Sasquatch cock. My eyes flutter, limbs going numb. Falling back off his cock, darkness engulfs me.

20

SHAKE IT OFF

SAVANNAH

Ipace around the living room in a shitty attempt to gather my thoughts. I don't want to be in that damn bedroom anymore, not after what happened. I thought it was a dream, but a dream doesn't leave me sore like an actual cryptid had its way with me.

I feel like I’m losing my mind. Scrambling to put the events from last night together like a puzzle, but I’m missing too many pieces. The last thing I fully remember is taking a shower, then going to sit with Fallon, Summer, and Amber by the fire. The rest of the night is fuzzy, like I’m trying to watch it on an antenna tv, but only blips of the picture are visible before dissolving into static again. The more I try, the more pissed off I get. The throb in my head intensifies to near unbearable, and I reluctantly walk back to my bedroom. Maybe seeing it again will trigger a memory, if not, I’ll be able to grab some pain meds.

As soon as I step into the bedroom, all I see is red.

I tear the paintings off of the walls, yank the sheets off the bed, throw an ugly fucking vase across the room, and shatter the full length mirror. Breaking anything and everything I can getmy hands on. I don't stop until I feel hands on my shoulders, they pat and rub in an attempt to get me to calm down. Fallon stands off to the side asking what the hell is going on.

Get it together, Sav.

Breathe in. One, two, three, four, five.

Breathe out. Five, four, three, two, one.

I repeat my five count internally at least three more times. Waiting until I feel clear-headed enough to explain my freak out to the girls.

“I'm not sure how I can even tell you all this without y'all thinking that I need to be committed,” I say, breaking the tense silence.

“Try me,” Amber mutters from in front of me. I just royally fucked her chance at getting that damage deposit back, and she looks like she wants to slit my throat because of it.

“I had a dream last night that I was…uh…fucked by Bigfoot. However, I don't think it was a dream.” It’s so fucking quiet after my confession I can hear the flapping and cawing of crows outside. I swear, their noises sound too close to human laughter sometimes. Was that a person? I hear it for a second then it’s gone. I don’t know what’s real anymore after that nightmare.Shake it off, just like T Swizzle.

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