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“Nobody comes back from Monstura Denal ..the Monster’s Den” the legend had said.  The stories our people told weren’t just fairytales, weren’t just tales spun to scare children. They were real. I knew that all to well now. 

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The brick wall is cold , the metal clamps on my wrists holding me captive in the enormous dark cellar. Skulls and bones litter the floor along the walls. Further down a body rots , flies covering the body of a woman whose head hangs limp, the smell drifting down and making my stomach turn. 

I wasn’t sure how long I’d been out at first, or how long I’d been here after waking up, but I was currently standing in my own filth. Naked and bruised and my body cold , my legs prickled with hair that was growing back in, my hair feeling greasy without even being able to touch it. My muscles burning from standing, and my wrists sore from hanging by the metal cuffs when my body tried to collapse several times. I could barely touch the floor, my feet couldn’t fully rest on the ground. Making me stand on my tip toes. My calves tight and worn out , the muscles knotting and making tears course down my cheeks. 

Nobody had come. It had to have been days. The pain of my muscles, the hunger in my belly, and the thirst , all of it making me too weak. My throat was raw from screaming. 

I should’ve never went past the line of the woods. Never went where we were always told not to go. 

“Once you cross into their land, you belong to them. Nobody can save you.” My mother had told me. 

I can somehow feel the presence before I see it. See them. Fear catches in my throat. My eyes going wide as two sets of glowing green eyes and large shadows walk towards me from far away on the other side of the underground dungeon. 

I’d already pissed myself previously, and I feel the warm trickle of urine course down my legs as they grow closer. Getting taller and taller, wider. Broader. 

I cry. Screaming through the burning of my sore throat , my voice coming out a whisper , I’d lost my voice. Nothing was coming out as my body finds it’s last reserve of strength to attempt to pull from the metal cuffs that have me hung here like a helpless fly. 

Nobody’s ever actually seen the monsters. Those that have, never lived to tell the tale. Their voices are deep and the sound of their words that I don’t understand rumble in the air. 

Each of them is tall, their bodies not much different than a human males. Other than the color of their skin and the height and size of them. 

I’m sobbing , unable to look away from them as they stand before me. Both of them at least eight feet tall, their thighs seeming to be the size of my waist. Their arms each rippling with with veins. Muscles they don’t even have to flex showing off all over their bodies. Their skin is wet , their grey skin shining , dark veins running through their arms , some almost black as they hold guns. Guns like I’d never seen. Bigger than any I’d ever seen. The one whose grey skin is just a few shades darker grunts words in a language I don’t understand as both give the scariest sounding deep laughs I’ve ever heard as they look at my naked body , shaking with fear. 

“Please” I croak. The word barely audible. I can’t even beg for them to let me go. Even if they understood my words, my voice is to hoarse to plead loudly enough for them to hear. 

One reaches out and I gasp. My body trying to sink back into the wall as he bring his large hand towards me and takes a finger, poking at my breast. 

He says something to the other as his finger then pokes the other and I cry. My nipples are hard, not from arousal but from the cold here. 

His finger circles my nipple as he continues to talk to the other one. The other shaking his head. 

They both had long dark black hair. The one currently prodding my breasts had his down and it was wet. Plastered to his skin, hanging in his face as he glared at me. His green eyes glowing brighter and turning red as I watched him lick his lips. I shiver as I watch his long and thick,  black , snake like forked tongue flip over his lip. I shudder with fear. My body quivering. 

“Please” my voice tries to plead with him again. 

His black fingernails , while short , ones scratches at my nipple, scraping it and I cry. 

They’re talking as the giant leans down and his tongue slicks my skin as he licks me from navel to neck. 

Tears spill down my cheeks as I shake , his long tongue seeming to wrap half way around my neck. 

His fingernail scratches my nipple again and I close my eyes , praying they make it quick. Whatever they do to me. I just want it to be over. 

The other moves in. Setting down his large gun against the wall and taking the other man’s. 

His large hand strokes my hair as he speaks. I think he’s talking to me as I look up at him, so many feet taller, he felt ten times the size of me and his eyes too turned red as he looked at me. 

I cringe and look away as his tongue slips out of his mouth, extending like a never ending scarf pulled from a magicians hat as his tongue goes to my legs. Swiping the trail of urine from my legs and my legs snap shut and I squirm. Not wanting his tongue on me. Not wanting the other man’s finger scratching my nipple again and again. 

Without touching me, I gasp as my legs are slammed apart. Spreading me like a star fish on the wall. Neither of them touches me as the monsters tongue licks at my piss covered legs. I feel a buzz humming in the air as whatever magic they use buzzes against my legs. 

The end of his tongue bends back and then slaps upward against the apex of my bare legs. Against my most private parts. I cringe as his tongue rolls around on my pussy, the other man still licking at my neck and his tongue wiggling in my ear as I cry. 

I pant with fear, my stomach caving inward as I suck in a breath as the finger on my nipple plucks it and pulls and I squeeze my eyes shut. Disgusted. By both of them. More so by the one using his feet long tongue to clean my own filth from my body. His tongue lapping at my ass as he wipes it clean. 

It was humiliating. Disgusting. And I wanted to die. Wanted to just be anywhere but here even if it meant just fucking dying. 

Their eyes are both red. Both on me as I open my eyes and then I feel the one that cleaned my legs and and privates splay his large hand over my stomach. It seemed to take up the entirety of my torso. 

His touch felt like sand paper with the callouses on his palm and finger tips. The other parts smooth but sickening me just the same. 

“No” I thrash as his hand slips down over the stubble growing back in on my pubic area. 

“No” I cry as his large hand cups me there and he speaks. There’s a snarl on his face as his red eyes glow darker , a deep deep red as he rubs between my legs and I let out a broken cry. 

So this is what happens when you cross into the Monstura Denal.