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Chasing My Fiancée Across A Fantasy World - Chapter 2
🕑 Added 2025-07-28 17:28:14 +0000 UTCThe night before:
Tricia Mazzo fumbled with her flashlight in the dark, looking for a place to pee. She always hated when she had to leave the tent at night when she and John went camping. The bugs always swarmed her and she was always afraid of getting a tick. The muggy hot air had made her sweat and her tank top clung to her wet skin.
“John knows I hate camping. Grrr.” She grumbled while stepping through the narrow path to get to the makeshift latrine John had dug. “It’s a good thing he proposed before we went to bed.” She fiddled with the modest engagement ring while searching.
After a few minutes she found what she was looking for. A simple hole in the ground and a toilet roll stuck on a tree’s stub.
“This is luxury.” Tricia frowned. “John, next time we’re going glamping.” Tricia squatted while pulling down her pink panties. As she relaxed she continued to see the shooting stars through the pine tree canopy. It really was pretty up here in the mountains, and it was nice to get away from it all.
Tricia reminisced about how she and John had met. John had come into the bar on a friday night with his buddies. Tricia worked as a bartender while trying to pay for her college degree. She thought she was having the time of her life, shacking up with the bad boys as well as the cute ones. For some reason she had the curves to make everyone drool over her, but the cute face and blue eyes that made shy guys think they had a chance too.
Then there was John. John seemed to be a bit of both. He said he was an electrician and was making good money. He was well built and down to earth. He was masculine, tall, dark, and handsome. On top of that he had that air of dependability and steadiness that Tricia thought she needed in her life. She needed to get that degree and get out of that dying town they both lived in. Wanting more than a fling, she had pushed off having sex with him.
So they hit it off. Every date was fun, and she had no reason to refuse the next one. She still dated other men and told John so and he was fine with it for a while. When things got serious he asked her to be his steady girlfriend. The college coed weighed her options and figured it was a good choice. When she thought about it, she didn’t fall in love with John, it kinda crept up on her, like being covered in a warm blanket.
While she was peeing, she fiddled with her engagement ring. Tricia expected it to be a bit bigger, but what the hell, he was an electrician looking to make a down payment on a house, she got it. And in the heat of the moment, under the shower of falling stars she held onto John and said yes. What else could she say, right? When she was finished relieving herself, she heard a twig snap, followed by a giggle.
The twenty-one year old brunette swung her flashlight around wildly trying to see who made the noise. “Who’s there! What the fuck!?”
No one was there. Tricia’s heart was pounding. It had to be someone, bears don’t laugh. Gotta get back to John fast!
She stood up and pulled up her panties and trotted as fast as she could through the forest with her feet in sandals. The narrow trail sometimes passed by brambles which would scratch her skin and tug at her tanktop and panties. She was panting and panicking. What the fuck do I do?! You’re just imagining things Tricia. I don’t care! Run!
Then her panties tore completely away. She yelped and stopped because she knew that it wasn’t a thorny bush that had ripped her panties away, but a hand. A hand with long fingernails. She heard the giggling again. She slowly turned around to see three little bald green men wearing nothing but rags around their hips. Their eyes were yellow and leering, they all had long noses and ears. They licked their lips. Two of them had short clubs, while one had a crude spear.
“Glabaga touxgh!” the tallest one whispered and the three ran at her.
Tricia tried to scream, but her voice didn’t work and she grew faint.
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When Tricia woke up she found that she was bound hand and foot and was being carried on a pole through the forest. A rope was tied around her back so she wouldn’t scrape the ground. A filthy cloth was jammed in her mouth and another tied around her face to keep it there. She looked around in the dark and saw the short green men were still there, real and horrifying. The college student had studied French but they spoke something guttural and vulgar. They whispered in the forest but every once in a while they would give a low giggle that would make her skin crawl.
After what seemed like hours they put Tricia down by the entrance to a cave. The sun was starting to rise. After eating what looked like some beef jerky the three little green men picked up the pole they carried Tricia on and walked into the cave.
She looked back at the entrance to see it getting smaller and smaller. The girl squirmed and pulled at her bonds, but they were too tight. The air became fetid and damp. Hearing their speech echo through the cave, she noticed they no longer talked in hushed voices and laughed a good deal more.
Their final destination was a room with a firepit and a hole in the roof to let the smoke out. The tall one set about to start a fire. The other two seemed to bicker about something. As the amber light of the fire lit up the cave, she saw her surroundings. Fishbones and other remains were piled high in one corner of the chamber. In another there seemed to be large crudely made jars with tops fitted on them. Every once in a while a jar’s top would budge slightly. She feared what was in them.
The shortest of the three came up to her and looked down. She saw that his rag didn’t cover him fully and that the creature was in fact a male. A very well endowed male. Damn, he’s hung better than the quarterback of the football team back home. Her eyes went wide and the squat one grinned. He walked to the others and sat down.
The three seemed to be playing a game with bones. The tall one would toss the bones, and the fat one would say something, and the squat one would either yip in victory or grumble. Then the roles would change every few minutes. After a while the fat one burst out laughing.
“Grathala, nortgrek! Hahaha!” He yelled with glee. The other two shuffled off to the midden heap and sat down in a huff.
The fat little monster laughed and walked to one of the pots. He pulled out what looked like two water balloons, but they looked wet on the outside as well, like they were slimy.
“Gooth gabrak. Heheh.” He stood over Tricia and grabbed her dirty tank top and ripped it off her. Her large breasts dropped to the sides as they were freed. “Ooooooh heheheh gooth gabrak.” The fat one blew his nose with the tank top and threw it in a corner.
Tricia whimpered and then started to scream into her gagged mouth. Fatty mocked her a little but then raised the slimy ball over her naked chest and squeezed. He squeezed with his grubby hand until the sphere burst and let a torrent of slime cover Tricia’s exposed skin. Where the slime touched her, Tricia could feel a tingling sensation.
“Oozoah, heheh, gooth.” His slimy free hand now massaged her tits to cover them with the goop. This cannot be happening! What the hell is he rubbing on me. I can feel it tingle! His fingertips drifted to a nipple and pinched harder than she would have liked. She yelped, which made him laugh. He bent down to suckle on the other nipple. Within a few moments, her tits were tingling all over, making her crotch wet. Her whimpering stopped. She just started trying to fight against her bonds. He shoved the remaining goop down to her snatch. Rough fingers covered in viscous liquid smeared over her freshly shaved pussy. When she thrashed around too much for the monster’s liking, he bit her nipple just enough to make her settle down. Now he penetrated her vulva with two calloused fingers. The goop’s effect on her pussy was twice what she felt on her nipples. Her own juices started to flow freely.
I don’t want this! This is horrible! But her pussy ached now. Her body and her mind fought over how to react to the attention her body was receiving. Minutes passed and the substance had pushed her over into a new state of mind. Instead of crying, she was now mewling and moaning.
“Gooth!” Fatty untied the gag and pulled out the cloth. She was about to scream when the fat monster jammed the other water balloon into her open maw. He pinched her nose and clamped her mouth shut. The membrane of the glistening water balloon broke and a torrent of slime was forced down her throat. The fluid was very tart. The tingling on her nipples and in her pussy was now coursing down her esophagus and into her belly. It burned like cognac in her stomach.
He released her nose, letting her pant. “Please…” her mind swam trying to find the next word. What did she want? “Please free me.”
The fat one took a flint knife and cut the ropes binding her hands. She got up on her knees but she didn’t try to fight him or scurry away. She just waited.
The tall one and the squat one by the midden started to laugh. “Oozoah, gooth! Hehe oozoah.”
The fat one came up to her and loosened his leather rag. He let it drop and revealed to her his member that was slowly engorging. Tricia’s eyes dilated and her hands reached out for the veiny green cock. Her rational mind screamed at her to stop, but her baser emotional self craved what she saw.
She stroked his monsterhood and started to drag his head over her face. She smelled the heavy musk coming off it. Her fingers migrated to the foreskin and pulled it back, revealing the glistening glans. This cock is so gross! But I want it in my mouth so bad! She opened her mouth and closed her eyes. Fatty took over and shoved his large pecker full force down her throat. Her eyes went wide as his grimy hands gripped her auburn hair and pulled her down to the hilt. He promptly started to fuck her face like she was a sex toy. Her eyes went teary at the humiliation, but her belly tingled with desire.
The three humanoid monsters laughed as Tricia hummed while she gave this prick a blow job. She tried to gasp for air when his dick was out of her mouth, only to gag again when he thrust it back in. Her hands reached around to his muscular buttocks and gripped while her face was rammed every second with dark green meat.
After a few minutes of rough face fucking, fatty grunted and blew his load into Tricia’s mouth. She sputtered and white thick gravy drooled down her chin and onto her swinging breasts, already sticky with the slime. Pulse after pulse spewed from the tip of the green wang onto her lips and chin as she choked the penis with her hands to get every drip from it.
Fatty gave her no time to recover. He pulled away and grabbed the flint knife. He cut her bonds on her feet, clumsily pushed her on her back, and spread her legs wide. Her pink pussy was exposed in the flickering light of the campfire. She knew she should be screaming, but her heart pounded in anticipation.
The fat monster's belly hovered over her pelvis and stopped. His cock had not deflated a bit after blowing out in her mouth. He nuzzled her pussy lips with his wet cock and stopped. Tricia bit her lip and waited, but he didn’t start. He grabbed her hands and placed them on his ass, and he waited.
Tricia was panting. She wanted this monster’s cock deep inside of her. She wasn't worried about getting pregnant because she had an implantable birth control under her skin. Could I get pregnant if I didn’t have the implant? They’re not human right? She started talking and fidgeting with the engagement ring. “John, I’m sorry. I can’t help myself. This is too much. Please forgive me.”
Fatty noticed the fidgeting and grabbed her hand. He saw the ring. “Heheheh. Kenak.” He gently pulled off the ring and flicked it onto the midden heap. He placed her hand back on his ass. “Gaz!”
“OK, fine!” She spat at him and pulled him down onto her. His dirty, bumpy, veiny cock split her and made her moan as it bumped her cervix. Immediatly she started to rock her pelvis up while he fucked her rapidly.
Within a few minutes Tricia was rocked by her first monster orgasm. The young woman screamed in delight at being stretched by his dirty dong. She felt so relieved after being driven up the wall by whatever the slime was. Slime that was still roiling in her belly. He kept pumping her, with his big belly pushing down on her flat stomach. I’m so dirty, I’m filthy! But this feels so good!
He grabbed her by the shoulders and rocked onto his back, forcing her to be on top now. He lay there and used his hands to bring her plump ass down on top of him. She arched her back and felt his member stabbing her womb. Her ass started bobbing up and down on his shaft. The sweating delirious girl started to let out regular high pitched moans. Her face came down on his mouth and his long tongue snaked into her pretty mouth. His kiss was hot and slimy and she loved every moment of it. Her hands drifted to his ears and held on as her body was fucked.
The tall one and the squat one quickly got up and went to both ends of the copulating pair. They each grabbed another slime from the clay pot and broke it over their penises, causing them to get slick and twitchy. Tall one got on his knees and spread her ass apart, his coated pecker found her starfish and shoved inside mercilessly. Down it went, deep into her colon. Her bowls were now tingling and aching with pleasure. Tricia gasped and arched her back, just in time for her moth to get filled by squatty’s thick fuck stick.
Ugh this is just like that time by the lake with those bikers. I’m such a slut. I wonder who’s going to blow their load first. She gave into her desires. The monster’s cocks stretched her already used pussy, mouth, and ass. The trio all laughed as they pistoned away at this now fallen woman.
The tall one’s hands gripped her ass painfully as her sphincter pinched the base of his cock, causing it to enlarge even further. She never felt so full down there in all her life. Squatty’s throat fucking was just on the right side of the line between pleasure and pain and her neck bulged in sync with his thrusts. He started to sweat and Tricia knew he was going to blow first. Her hand dipped to find some of the slime on her chest and then reached for his balls. She massaged the pendulous pair of testicles. Ok you fucker, lets see how you like that.
“Wha?! Garthaaak!” Squatty’s pelvis lost control and his fucking was like a blur. Five seconds later a hot rope of ejaculate passed her lips, only this time he was balls deep. It passed her esophagus and splashed down into an already slime filled stomach. Squatty’s knees buckled and he fell back and passed out. The other too laughed heartily, seeing their comrade be defeated.
“Fuck my pussy boys, make your prisoner come.” She pleaded. They synchronized their thrusts for a full double penetration assault.
“Argh, aaah, oohh!” Her voice echoed through the cave tunnels. The voice was tinged with pleasure.
I’m sorry John, I’m sorry. Her pussy and asshole clamped down. “AAAAArgh” She was now thrashing against her will. Tricia had never had a thrashing orgasm, and the two remaining monsters held onto her tightly so they could finish off inside of her.
Tall one pulled her ass in close and emptied his balls into her as far as her large intestine. He fell back and his dick popped out, releasing a torrent of cum down her crack, tracing down Fatty’s cock and down onto the floor of the cave. Fatty’s dirt covered arms now wrapped around Tricia’s slender waist and he pumped up his final thrusts to erupt white goo against her cervix. The fat one and Tricia made out while his cock remained inside of her. Never in her life did her insides feel so full of spunk, the slime and seed made her body feel like it was buzzing and twitching.
After a while Fatty pushed her off and cleaned his cock off with her torn tank top. Tricia curled up into a ball next to the fire and tried to keep herself warm. Her thinking brain tried to tell her that she should feel awful about what happened, and that she should cry. Her hands didn’t get the message and one pinched her nipple, still slick with slime, and the other landed on her clit. She had to rub one out just to feel calm enough to go to sleep.
