Captured by the Monsters

by R.L. Caulder

I hated being boxed into an image that didn’t fit me. I hated being told that I would be an incredible mother and wife one day, even though I was as single as it got. Couldn’t I be more than that? Or was I not enough as I was right now?

I hated my life being controlled by the government.

The older I grew, the more I resented this censorship we lived with daily. Deep down, I knew the persona I let everyone see was a subdued, meek version of how I felt inside. We couldn’t afford to have an ember of fire within us, lest it turn into the light that sparked a mutiny.

“Congratulations to our newest Selections! Please wait to see the list of five names who will make us proud as they uphold the safety of our world by fulfilling the sacred treaty.” Typically I’d scoff at the ridiculous notion that this was something to be excited about. The only prize won would be forfeiting your life.

Women between the ages of thirteen and seventeen were required to have yearly examinations to ensure they were untouched. However, once you were between the ages of eighteen and twenty-five, you were required to undergo monthly examinations.

This was because the monsters didn’t want anyone else sampling their playthings, and heaven forbid anyone not be a virgin upon examination.

Although I feared the creatures of The Below, I sometimes wondered if our leaders weren’t the real monsters. I guess I’d find out soon who I was more fearful of.

Well, I thought I had managed to spite them. Turns out, all I did was pass out.

“We are each a Trifecta looking for the woman who will be our match and carry our offspring.”

Disgust laced my tone, dripping from each word as I asked, “You bring human women down here to breed?” “Not just to breed, but to love,” the softer voice answered. It shocked me to my core at how genuine he sounded. That wasn’t true, right? It couldn’t be.

I felt euphoric at having this set of shadows to myself. They were mine. Their voices called to me, mentally and physically, with just the few words they had uttered.

No one and no monster would take that from me, no matter how their powers controlled my body’s reaction to them.

“We must protect you, precious.” The rough voice swirled around me, seemingly explaining everything that mattered to them in just five words.

I allowed a few tears to stream down my face for the four girls who had lost their lives senselessly. They’d been ripped from their homes and forced down here for what? To die because they weren’t properly matched to be breeding machines for these monsters?

yelled, echoing my own inner thoughts Despite the panic that I would soon face the same fate as the other girls if I didn’t get clean air, I couldn’t help but snort out a precious breath at how close to “ass munch” that sounded.

“You would slay your brethren?” Azmunch scoffed, acting like he was calling their bluff. My Trifecta responded instantly and with unwavering certainty. “Yes.” “Without a second thought.” “She is ours.”

Were they mine? Was that right to say? And what exactly was mine? They weren’t my men… I suppose they were my monsters.

“I could, but why would I? It’s not like I have much to look at besides wisps of shadows,” I sassed, shocking myself at my clear lack of self-preservation. Rowen answered, a sultry-as-sin purr to his words. “You might not be able to see us well, but we can ensure you will feel us in just the right ways.”

So, they had to fuck me for me to be safe? I’d have to give my virginity up just to have a chance at getting home.

“I am to be a monster cum dumpster. That is my fate. Fucking exactly what I had imagined for myself. Couldn’t ask for anything more for my life!” I sarcastically exclaimed.

“I prefer to call you ‘precious,’ but if you prefer ‘cum dumpster,’ who am I to deny your wants and needs?” Axton tossed out, sounding way too serious for me to be able to discern whether he was joking or not.

She was our perfect match; the one to whom the crystal called. The cum dumpster to our monster needs, as she so eloquently put it.

“Of course I’m a virgin!” Sera spat vehemently. “The Selected have no choice! Everything is taken from us—our freedom, our right to choose, to fall in love, form a family…” She trailed off as tears welled up in her eyes. “Everything,” she repeated in a sad whisper, making my savage inner beast die down. “I’m not afraid of you, but I-I don’t want to give you that last piece of me. Everything has been taken from me—I should choose who gets that most special part,” she ended, her voice cracking as tears spilled down her smooth skin. I understood the sentiment of heartbreak for the first time then, for surely my heart lay at her feet in tattered shreds.

“We’re so sorry that you’ve suffered for so long,” Sylan murmured, snaking a shadow tendril in a soft caress down Sera’s long blonde hair. “Our kind never intended for you to be treated that way.”

“Then you can mark me,” she declared, finality shining in her eyes. I was so damn proud of her. She was beautiful and courageous, and even if she was uncertain or afraid, she tackled the problem head-on.

There, nestled between her silky thighs, was what I sought. Running a finger up and down the seam of her pussy, I could already feel how wet she was. I wished I had a nose to nuzzle her there, but I could still inhale her scent, thankfully.

People still fucked, made naughty videos, took dirty pictures. Of course, I didn’t do any of those things because I was the property of the government until my twenty-fifth birthday, but it didn’t stop my curiosity.

He smelled inexplicably like aftershave and cigars. Did monsters wear cologne and smoke?

My curiosity got the better of me, and I leaned forward to taste the glistening drop of cum. Surprised at the sweet flavor, I lapped at the slit for more. It tasted like…marshmallows! I had only heard of human jizz being salty, and I kind of felt bad for all the human women missing out on this much more enjoyable version of cum.

Unbeknownst to her, I had already decided it was my sole mission to pry open her heart to me. I wanted to know her desires, her fears, her secrets. I needed to know every inch of her like I needed to breathe.

“I don’t just want to immerse myself in your body, Sera. I want to immerse myself in your heart.” Uncertainty flashed in the depths of her eyes. “I think I speak for all of us when I say that.”

“Such a good girl, letting us learn your body,” I murmured as she instinctively spread her legs for me at my praise. A soft moan floated through the air as my tongue flicked out to swirl the sensitive clit between her slick folds.

Her back arched at my words as she asked a bit breathlessly, “How good? It can’t be anywhere near as good as Rowen tasted.” Little minx. Mentioning my brother’s cock made me want to shove my own into her luscious mouth and have her taste my seed.

Her beautiful blonde hair was darkened from the water and dripped down her body as she glared down at me. “Don’t you dare shrink away from me like I’m going to hurt you.” As the words left her lips, I saw my own shock reflected in her face, like she had surprised herself with the depth of her meaning.

I wanted her so badly, I swear I felt tremors of pain in my heart at the thought of her possibly denying my true form. But I would respect her decision, despite my own desires. She would come first, always. Literally and physically.

“Such a good girl, swallowing all of my seed,” Sylan whispered as his cock twitched one last time and the cinnamon roll flavored cum continued to roll down my throat. I hummed my appreciation for his dirty praise, and it caused his cock to thrust into my throat again like I was revving him right back up for round two.

Axton growled deeply like a feral animal, and I stopped to ponder how I knew it was his growl without a second thought. “What’s wrong, sunshine?” I asked, smirking at the nickname for the grumbly monster. It fit.

Despite myself and my intentions, I over-exaggeratedly licked my lips and fingers clean, my tongue enticing and beckoning them. Low growls sounded from the three like they were feral beasts who’d come upon their prey. I wanted to be their prey.

It seemed that my body knew what it wanted and what to do. For the time being, I let it take charge. “Careful, Sera,” Rowen cautioned, almost mocking. “You're playing with fire. Don’t let your body make a decision your heart’s not into.”

A guttural sound came from the amused monster as if I’d just granted him his most secret wish. “Then prepare to get burned, my little gem,” Rowen purred. The pet name from him had a heating unfurling within me. It insinuated I was precious and beautiful to him.

“So how do they live?” I asked fearfully with wide eyes. What happened to someone who couldn’t eat? They died. What Axton murmured in my ear nearly had me choking on my spit. “Off their mates’…cum.” Holy shit. No wonder the stuff tasted like decadent desserts—it was meant to sustain me.

They groaned, and I briefly wondered if it was a new sensation for them or something they’d enjoyed before I became their mate. An unreasonable jealousy exploded in my head before quickly rushing down to my arms and legs, creating a sizzling path of fiery resentment inside of me. I didn’t want to share these men—not even with one another. For some illogical reason, I desired them only for myself.

A groan echoed around the dining room area, and I realized it was me. Chocolate. I was officially screwed. The three of them tasted like marshmallows, cinnamon rolls, and chocolate. Like a woman possessed, I went down on Axton like his jizz would be my last meal. I needed more. That little drop had set off a primal urge to take more of their cum into me.

I swallowed it greedily, moaning at what tasted like melted chocolate—sweet with a hint of salty. His grip on my hair loosened, but I didn’t stop sucking the head of his dick, aggressively milking every last drop of him as he praised me. “That’s right, precious. Lick up every drop.” Moaning, I did as he said until there was without a doubt nothing left.

“It’s time to talk.” A ball of dread formed in the pit of my stomach. I didn’t want to argue, but it seemed we naturally butted heads, and I was feeling too emotionally raw right now for that type of confrontation. “About what?” I feigned ignorance—which is supposed to be bliss, but felt uncomfortable as fuck instead. “About the jealousy you were feeling earlier,” Rowen commented nonchalantly, but it felt like I was being doused with cold water.

I finally felt safe enough to explore who I wanted to be, and maybe that was why I was so scared of this new world. They made it feel like my heart was home.

I had been captured by the monsters, but now I wanted to be claimed by them.

“Stop teasing me,” I commanded, grasping at the shadowy tendrils that somehow managed to be tangible and not at the same time. “But I like it when you beg, my little gem,” he taunted, his voice dropping seductively.

“Say it,” he commanded, not accepting my nod as consent. My cheeks flamed with heat as I confidently demanded, “Fuck me.” Once more, Rowen read me like a book. “You might think you’re ready, my gem, but remember, we’re taking this slowly.” He punctuated his words by pressing firmly against me, reminding me just how much I had to take inside of me.

“Hold still, my gem,” Rowen commanded, his dominant tone making me want to instantly obey him. “We’re in charge of your pleasure, and while we like it when you beg like a good little girl, we don’t want you to get hurt.”