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The Mis-Adventures of John Constantine	By : Krystal_Frame Category: 1 through F > Constantine Views: 918 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"We need what now?" Chas asked, incredulous.
"We need her juice."
"Her...juice."
"You know from her-"
Chas put a hand up. "What if she's not in the mood?"
"That's what the pills are for." John said, his tone suggesting that the answer was obvious.
"That's supposing that they will even work on a sasquatch and supposing that we get her to take them."
"They're in the meat, Chas." John said, referring to the elephantine steak wrapped in butcher paper sitting on the tail gate.
"How do we know which one ate it. And how do we get near enough to collect-"
John put his hands up. "You don't have to worry about any of that, alright. I'll be under a glamour spell. When she goes to bed, I'll go in and collect the...liquid...in question. All you need to do is spray that female scent several hundred miles away so there are no males about, yeah?"
Chas stared at him. "And you'll be fine."
"Yeah."
"All by yourself."
"Yeah."
"With two dozen female sasquatch."
John shrugged and smirked at him.
Chas rolled his eyes and shrugged the backpack full of female sasquatch hormones onto his shoulders. "John...if something happens."
"Yeah?"
"I don't wanna know."
John chuckled and slapped him on the back before Chas started into the forest, following the compass dial.
John made his way into the tree stand after setting the bait and watched for a few hours before the shimmer of glamour spells caught his eye. He opened this third sight and saw the beasts filtering to the meat, cautious about the smell of human about, but clearly hungry. The food, divided between five females and two juveniles, was gone in seconds.
John collected his things and followed them quietly, keeping his own glamour in place, reducing the footprint he left in the forest to that of a titmouse. He heard the moaning before he arrived on the females, clearly already in heat and rubbing their loins frantically to satiate themselves. The aphrodisiac was working but it seemed the sleeping pills weren't dosed right. John decided to wait, finding himself a hiding spot that was easy to glamour long term.
Still, the spell was taking longer than he expected and as every hour ticked by, he could feel the strain of the magic wearing on him. When the females seemed to exhaust themselves and moved into their cave for sleep John was more than happy to follow them, ready to get what he needed and get the hell out.
The females had gone to bed in nests, moaning in their sleep, and John was able to get closer to them than he thought possible with the glamour spell. He went about collecting his...er...bounty, wishing he could have glamoured the smell of it. The strength of it made him a little concerned that what he had sent with Chas wouldn't last very long. John sped up his harvesting and was packing to go when the first of the horny males arrived.
The sound of male need woke the females in a hurry and John found himself dodging bodies, his hands growing sweaty around the viles holding his prize, intent on simply getting the hell out. One misstep was his undoing.
John jagged to the left, tripped over an outstretched femur and slammed into a rock. The viles in his hands shattered on impact, bits of glass imbedding in his palm and the smell...the godawful smell, splashing over him.
The fluid was viscous and only smeared as he tried to brush it off. John ran from the cave, praying that the smell of the other females would be stronger than himself. He dropped the glamour spell, needing to ready himself incase push came to shove. He wasn't prepared for a juvenile male taking him down in a flying tackle. Others followed, grabbing limbs and playing tug of war with John. The warlock lost his trench coat and one boot before he got to his feet and ran. He was clotheslined, landed hard on his back and had his arms jerked up and back before he was being dragged at top speed across the forest floor. Stones, sticks, briars and tree trunks did their damage to his body, defying his attempts at protecting himself. John's clothes were shredded in the process and he'd swallowed a cup of dirt before the other adolescent males caught up.
John was dropped and he rolled over so that he could spit up the fauna he had collected. He tried crawling away and was smacked in the head. His head exploded with pain and John curled into a ball, riding out the new pain and nausea. There was some roughhousing going on over him. Boys fighting over the new girl, before John felt his ankles grabbed and yanked apart. His hip nearly dislocated and he screamed.
His crotch was prodded, the juveniles trying to understand the clothes before one of them found a tatter of John's pants and pulled. It was like a baby finding the one gap in the wrapping paper. John was naked in minutes. Noses and lips and tongues were pressed against him, all searching for the source of the female hormones that had driven them into this state. They played with his cock and balls for a few minutes, not sure what the flopping sacks of flesh were about. Then they found his mouth. One thick, rough finger found it's way past his lips and John choked and gagged, biting down hard.
The juvenile yelped and backed away, cradling it's finger before it returned to swipe a massive paw at him. John was tossed into the trunk of a tree and lost consciousness on his way back to the ground.
When he woke he was being held upside down. A penis the size of his arm was inside his mouth, stretching his jaw painfully wide. John immediately began choking, his blood swollen hands rising to push the invasion away. He should be grateful they were only juveniles, John decided, managing to get free of the dick and grab a few breaths before his arm was yanked, and his shoulder dislocated.
John screamed and the penis returned to his mouth, only the head and a small measure of the shaft making it in before the juvenile threw its head back and came. The foul, thick ichor that filled his mouth, came out his nose and tried to travel up his throat...
John was dropped when he began puking and he balanced himself on his good arm and knees, back arched, stomach clenching, emptying himself onto the forest floor. The juveniles started grunting. Clearly only one of them had had a turn and all of them were interested in trying.
The inside of John's mouth was bleeding and a few of his teeth felt loose. His shoulder throbbed and pinpricks of pain reminded him of his first trip through the forest. John tried to crawl while the juveniles argued, disappeared behind a tree, and began to spin a glamour spell, hoping to hell that if he held still, maybe they would forget about him.
The spell was nearly in place, his magic shakey but there, when the tree he was hiding behind vibrated violently. Three juveniles had launched themselves into it's branches, and landed around him, dragging him back into the open. His legs were parted and again two of them tried to find a hole while the third probed his lips, jabbing with bruising force.
A finger found his ass and shoved all the way in and John's scream gave the third juvenile access. This time the cock was forced all the way into his throat and John felt something rip in his neck. He screamed into the thick cylinder filling him and the juvenile moaned in delight.
John's legs were pushed up, his ass pried open and he was penetrated with a dry dick. His only solace was that the process had been as painful for his aggressor as it had been for him. The juvenile drew away, moaning, confused and angry. The others crowded around, eyeing the blood trickling from John's ass and trying to figure out the mystery of the female that didn't act or look like a female. Finally one of the young ones put a finger into the bloody mess and sniffed. Apparently they liked what they smelled and each of them took turns forcing digits into John's hole, widening it in the process, and lubing it with his own blood.
John was losing his hold on consciousness by the time the first juvenile figured out lubrication and entered him cautiously. It hurt, but not as badly as it had the first time and John felt himself being lifted off the forest floor. The one driving into his raw throat held his abused and swollen shoulders and John's legs simply hung either side of the one jerking into his ass.
They pounded into either end with the single minded abandone of the young and John found a dark, gentle place in his mind, very far away from what was happening to him. He noticed when his belly was hit by a blast of warmth, and felt the bruising pain of the one in his mouth pulling out. He definitely felt it when he was turned so that he was facing the forest floor and his dislocated arm flopped around before being gripped by the next one to fuck his mouth. He felt his bowels squirming under the onslaught of more semen, and then a slightly bigger, slightly longer dick, squelching into his hole. Then it was back to his happy place where he wondered if there was a spell he coud cast that would somehow make this enjoyable.
At least, he thought, these were animals, and they wouldn't feel the need to get creative. Once they were all sated he would be left to death and he could dig a hole in the leaf strewn forest floor to die in.
That thought comforted him as a fifth and sixth male replaced the last two, joyfully jerking their hips into his body.
The one at his mouth came first and John was allowed to collapse shoulders first to the ground. His stomach and throat quickly rejected what had been forced into them and he let it all drain from his body, each spurt encouraged by the pounding at his rectum.
John kept his eyes closed, not interested in seeing what had come out of him, or what the fucking had done to his body. He could feel the abuse to his innards already, in the form of a deep, throbbing ache that started at his ass and worked its way up to his throat. He didn't even try to swallow, knowing it would hurt too much.
Instead he focused on the dimensions of the hole he would dig for himself, waiting for this last of the young males to finish.
He felt the jolt, the rush of warmth in his belly, and braced himself for the short fall to the ground but it never came. Instead, with the softening dick still in side him, John was lifted to a seated position, his ass on the loins of the one still inside him. In front of him he could see the worse possible scenario. Five males, rubbing themselves, getting ready for round two. His already stuffed ass was presented to them and the most dominate of the five came forward, lined himself up and plunged into the weary warlock.
John let out a gurgled cry, felt his ass rip and parts of his colon tearing at being asked to handle twice the girth as before. The two dicks pounded into him, bruising his bladder and stabbing at his stomach. He urinated on them and himself and wrapped his good arm around his belly, moaning at the punching bag his organs had become.
He was making more noises now that his mouth wasn't occupied and that made this, apparently, a fun new game for the males. They focused all their energy on stabbing up into him as hard and fast as possible. This made them cum faster, to John's relief, but also created a speckled pattern of bruises on his torso that darkened by the minute. A steady stream of liquid was coming out of his ass and could taste copper in his mouth again.
The six males cycled through, enjoying the double dicking to death game, jostling John around and yanking at his pesky limbs whenever they got in the way. They tried to shove a third dick in but John's hips wouldn't allow it. Instead they found crevices like his armpits and knees that could be clamped down around the offending appendage and rubbed raw. John passed out frequently.
Once he woke up bent over the shoulder of one of the males, watching their feet flash in and out of his view. He was transported to a small lake complete with a short waterfall and shallow cave. He was dunked in the water and cleaned out. One of the males took great care in filling it's cheeks with water, then blowing the noxious mix into John's mouth and ass. They even picked through his hair (head, chest, legs, loins) for lice before the six made a puppy pile in the cave, with John in the middle, and went to sleep.
How nice. They cleaned up their toys after play and took them to bed.
John fell unconscious fervently hoping he wouldn't wake up again.
When he did wake up he was on his back, resting against a furred chest while a pole was pushed in and out of his rectum. He lifted his head and could see a bubble appearing and disppearing above his pelvis, the tip of the cock slowly fucking him. John dropped his head back against the foul smelling chest and did everything in his power not to make a noise. If he played dead, maybe...just maybe. The ponderous slowness of the fucking was a change. This might have been a morning hardon working itself out, or the tenderness that one of the males had wanted to show, but couldn't dare with the others watching.
This juvenile increased his pace only when he was close to cumming. John felt the flash of warmth, the softening of the member, then was gently laid on his side while the juvenile pulled out. John stayed ragdoll loose, waiting, feeling the semen coating his butt cheeks. He didn't expect the tongue coming along, cleaning him out with a thorough licking that even went into his ass. John had to bite his tongue not to moan. It was the only thing that had felt anything but horrid. Almost kind. And John hadn't realized how desperate he was for an act of kindness.
He was left alone while the juvenile left the cave and John pushed himself up on shaking legs, stumbling one painful step at a time, headed for the dim light by the lake. His legs felt like they were now permanently reset at a wider distance from one another. Every inch of his skin throbbed and he was certain his ass would never be the same. There was a constant drip of fluids, still coming from his ass as he made for the lake and freedom. He had taken his first clear breath, free of the reak of adolescent male when a hand closed around his throat and he was lifted off his feet.
John's belly and back were pierced by claws as a hand closed around him. An angered grunt turned into a roar that deafened him and John felt a dick, bigger than any he had taken before plow into him. He was forced down onto the violation and it warped the skin of his belly, tearing and shoving and pushing at his organs until he was seated against wide, furry hips.
Blood travled up his throat and felt it force its way from his nose, unable to leave his mouth. The hips beneath him rocked and everything tore as John was bounced, then forced up and down the length inside him. He didn't know how he had missed the fully grown male. He didn't know why it had waited until the juveniles were asleep to claim their new toy. He didn't know how he was still alive, but all of those things appeared to be true as John was fucked by a tree trunk.
Each thrust ripped a scream from his constricted throat. He felt like his heart was being pounded from within and could feel his left arm throbbing in warning. If he didn't die of blood loss or infection he was going to die after having his heart beat to death. When the hand finally released his throat, choosing instead to close around his other side, the blood came in earnest. John's chest was soon coated, then on down to his loins and the tops of his thighs. Blood came with every penetration and John could hear his pulse slowing.
The pace increased. John felt his body shutting down as his lungs collapsed, his heart struggled to beat. He lost feeling in his legs and could no longer hold his own head up. His liver, gall bladder, bowels and stomach were now all one big mass of mush, being sloshed around by the dick inside him. His ass was wide open and loose. John's balls had been smashed against a pelvis so many times they were black and blue and likely gangrenous. John begged for death, pleaded for release. Nothing in hell could be worse than this.
The bruising pace became a bone crushing grind and John screamed as his hips were pulverised, his legs completely dislocated. His ribs started to break, one by one as the adult male came closer and closer to orgasm. When he came John was forced to take all of it and he felt the head of the cock punching at the bottom of his throat before semen was forced out of his nose and mouth.
John's eyes rolled back and darkness finally claimed him.
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