Banged In The Bayou
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Copyright 2013 Rosie Peaks
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After being on the road for fifteen hours, I never expected to find myself stranded on the side of the road in a backwoods, Cajun community. Getting to the Gulf of Mexico was my only goal. Sipping fruity, high in alcohol drinks while I sunbathed on the beach would now have to wait. All thoughts of getting banged by some random life guard disappeared as I watched the smoke billow out from under the hood of my rental car.
“Fuck! Not even one bar on my cell phone. Where the hell am I?”
The past hour of driving had gone by in a blur. I didn’t recall passing a road or town sign and strangely, I felt as though I’d been driving in circles. The occasional shanty and crocodile were all I’d seen. Now, as I stood on the side of the dirt road, surrounded by giant Cypress trees, I watched the daylight fade quickly.
“I had to be a big shot. I just had to come down here alone!” I was quite apt at using snark, even when I spoke to myself. Always independent, this time I’d truly screwed myself.
“Someone please help me.” I prayed, though I knew no one would answer. No, I was definitely on my own.
I grabbed my purse and locked the doors of the car before venturing out to find someone, anyone who might have a phone. I knew the chances were slim, but I couldn’t sit by the side of the road waiting for a crazed serial killer to find me. Better to be a moving target than a sitting duck.
“Why don’t I ever wear sensible shoes?” The expensive sandals I’d chosen for the trip were far from comfortable, but the straps were studded with rhinestones and perfectly accentuated my calves. I realized my one ‘must have’ accessory was now cutting into my legs, so I sat down and removed them. Slinging the ridiculous shoes over my shoulder, I trekked onward, deeper into the forest.
“Of all places!” I was now engulfed in complete darkness, save for the myriad of creepy eyes glaring at me from the trees and bushes. Goosebumps appeared on my tan skin and I shivered, though it had to be well over ninety degrees. Something didn’t feel right. I could turn back, but I knew there wasn’t a soul living where my car had died. I had only one choice. Keep going.
Luckily, I’d worn thin clothing. Even in the woods, the humidity was almost unbearable. I came upon a lake and sat down for a moment. My tube top, now soaked with sweat had to be removed. I dipped it into the cool water and fashioned it upon my forehead, sliding it back and twisting the excess. I now had a headband which helped to keep me cool. My long, chestnut- brown hair was still matted with dirt and sweat, but at least, the fabric kept it from running down my face.
I stumbled on and on for what felt like miles. I knew better than to be in out in the swamps alone at night, but what else could I do? By now, I knew I had traveled deep into the bayou and I had no idea if I could find my way back out. There hadn’t been one shanty with a light on and I knew I was screwed…so screwed.
By then, I knew the entire endeavor was an effort in futility. I couldn’t keep going. I was tired, hungry and dehydrated.
“I can see the headlines now. ‘Missing Woman From Ohio Found Dead In Louisiana Swamp: Manner of Death: Stupidity’.”
Literally, plopping myself down, I landed with a muffled ‘Thud!’ on the sandy path.
“I cannot believe this is how I’m going to die. Dirty, sweaty, shoeless with dried blood running down my legs. Unfucking real.”
I propped myself up against a huge, old Cypress tree. Small slivers of moonlight peeked through and reflected a glimmery surface sheltered deeper in the swamp. “Another pond full of muddy water. Fabulous.”
As I said, I was beyond thirsty, so any water, even muddy water would have to do. I can’t tell you how many nocturnal critters ran and slithered from me that night. I lost count. All I know is that there are way too many crocodiles, raccoons and snakes in the bayou.
Finally, the shimmering mud puddle was a few yards away and I braced myself for what I was about to do. Being a neat freak, drinking only expensive, bottled water had spoiled me to anything less than what fit my OCD. I made myself count to ten countless times before I could make myself cup my hands and drink the putrid liquid. But I did.
After manically gulping a dozen handfuls, I felt my body recoil in disgust. Next thing I knew, I was on my knees, vomiting every bit of the fluid I’d greedily ingested. I have no idea how long the heaves wracked my thin body before I passed out.
I awoke to find myself on a bed of plants. There were walls of moss surrounding me and a musty odor filled my nostrils.
My first thought was that a serial killer had indeed found me and taken me to his cave in the woods. Either way, I was going to die.
The only sound I could hear was an incessant drip from somewhere in the cavern. I sat up, though my body protested as my head throbbed. Should I scream? Was there anyone there? I was truly fucked.
Just then, I heard something moving. It sounded like someone was dragging a wet blanket across the floor.
A crocodile? A giant snake? Every warning bell in my body went off. I attempted to jump off of the slick greenery, only to find my feet were tied, shackled to the floor with what appeared to be seaweed. I yanked and yanked, ripping at the slimy strands but it wouldn’t let go! The sloshing sound grew louder, it was coming for me, but I wasn’t going to stop trying to escape!
“Fuck this!” I summoned all of my strength and pulled harder and harder, tears of frustration rolled down my face. I was so wrapped up in freeing my legs, that I failed to notice the peripheral noises had stopped.
I smacked at my own legs, pissed and terrified. When I looked up from my algae shackles, what I saw would give nightmares to the Devil. Before me stood a creature. That’s the only way to describe it…him. The Thing stood at least seven feet tall and from head to toe, it was covered in the same seaweed type plant that shackled my legs. I couldn’t recognize any sign of a face in that mass of algae, but it appeared to breathe. Somehow.
It came toward me, arms…vines outstretched as if to grab me and I tried to scoot away. Screaming my head off was the only option at that point.
“What the fuck are you? Stay the hell away from me!”
Apparently, it didn’t understand English, because it continued to reach for me. When it touched my leg, I began to scream even louder and promptly passed out.
“Yes!” Someone was lapping at the folds of my pussy. Their warm, moist tongue darted in and out, suckling and probing. I was paralyzed in ecstasy as wave after wave of orgasms hit me. I could feel my juices pour out of me as he eagerly drank them.
“Fuuuuck, yeah!” I squeezed my nipples as he probed, tasting my inner core and he brought me to the edge once again. I knew I must be dreaming. I was a single woman, after all. But this was by far, the best dream I’d ever had.
Suddenly, the dream changed, I felt slimy twine wrap around my throat! My eyes popped open to find the ‘thing’ applying pressure as another orgasm slammed into me. I began to struggle but could not stop my body from betraying me. My core throbbed and pulsated as the creature licked circles around my clit.
“Stop! Get off of me!”
The Thing continued, apparently oblivious to my screams. I tried kicking at it, but my legs were now splayed apart and still trapped by vinery.
I tried as best I could to smack at the Thing and it finally backed away, releasing my neck. Now, I could see it did indeed have eyes. There, looking back at me, were the most gorgeous green eyes I’d ever seen. Sad, but glorious and striking.
I felt sorry for this creature. My fear instantly vanished. Crazy, right? I know. Believe me, I know.
The Thing slithered away from me, holding its head and made whimpering sounds. I felt like such a bitch! This creature had just given me the best orgasms of my life and I’d tried to beat it to a pulp!
“Hello? I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. But you have to understand. This isn’t right. My car broke down and I was just looking for someone to help me. I really need to go.”
The creature folded into itself further. Now, it was shielded by the darkest corner of the cavern. What was I going to do now? What if I’d angered it? What if it became enraged and attacked me as I sat there helpless and naked?
My large breasts heaved with trepidation and fear. I had to find a way out of here before the Thing came after me! I frantically searched with my hands for anything I could use as a weapon. My fingers nimbly found a rock with sharp edges and I grabbed it.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Creature, but I have to get out of here.”
I feverishly sawed at the vines, my hands covered in slime and blood. The Thing suddenly raised its head, sniffing, I assume. When it stood up to its full height, I once again began to tremble. The creature then came over to me and one seaweed hand wrapped around my right wrist, halting my work.
It groaned and shook what would be its head. I was truly perplexed by the emotions this anomaly had shown thus far and it was quite unnerving. Strangely, I became aroused by the compassion shown by it. The Thing covered my wounded leg with an algae coated appendage and I felt instant warmth course through my naked body.
This monstrosity disgusted and aroused me at the same time. Part of me was so ashamed at how my body responded and part of me longed for it to slither up inside of me. Was I being hypnotized? Was I being mind-controlled into having sex with this beast of the bayou? I couldn’t explain it but I wanted this creature. And I wanted it badly.
The Thing untied my legs and picked me up, holding me against the cool, and wetness of its skin. Though it should have felt slimy, its flesh was in fact, slightly fuzzy and soft. It smelled of a freshly plowed field and I found everything about it comforting. There was a distinct mound of flesh where a human male’s cock would be and my pussy throbbed with delight as I felt the creature’s body stiffen. My ass barely grazed the top of this newly found feature, but I could feel it growing as The Thing carried me away from my former resting place.
At this point, I surmised, The Thing was indeed male and apparently exuded pheromones in high doses. Whether plant, animal or both, I had no idea, but I knew I wanted it inside of me. He laid me upon a dry bed of leaves and his almond shaped eyes searched mine as if for permission. A seaweed coated appendage reached up and stroked my cheek and I felt a tear fall. His mouth opened to reveal sharp, pointy teeth that could retract and pop out much like a Venus Fly Trap and I shuddered as I imagined him scraping his teeth along the length of my body.
He was on top of me in an instant, his male appendage large and green protruding from his sac-like middle. The creature leaned down, an inch from my face and I searched for a sign of what he was about to do. I could hear him sniff, but I saw no nose. I heard him groan and moan but it reverberated from his chest not from his mouth. The greenery covering his abdomen raised and fell with his rapid breathing and I saw what would be another cock emerge from yet another covering. He had two dicks!
“Oh for the love of cock!”
At his prodding, I rolled over onto all fours. His smooth vines wrapped around my middle, my neck, entwined in my hair as he held me still. My pussy was now slick and throbbing, begging for him to pound into me. I felt the head of one cock slide across my slickness, coating my anus in my own juices.
“Please.” The pressure he applied to my throat, the pulling of my hair and the bind he had me in were intoxicating. “Please. Fuck. Me.” I begged.
Suddenly, he slid the tip of one cock into my core with ease and I tried with all of my might to slam back against him so he would fill me. But his vines held me at bay as he stroked my asshole. He removed the tip of his cock and ever so gently poked it into my ass.
I knew he couldn’t understand what I was saying, so I ground my hips against him, forcing his cock into me and I exploded into orgasm. Bucking wildly, until it was over as he pumped into me; he expertly slipped his second dick into my pussy.
I grabbed at the dry leaves covering the hard ground, my nails bending back as The Thing fucked me harder and harder with two cocks larger than any one dick I’d ever seen before. The cum never stopped. Wave after wave hit me like a tsunami. Over and over again, I cried out, screaming and panting, begging for more.
“Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop!”
Even more vines with tiny hairs appeared and began stroking my nipples. In one swift move, he flipped me over, and repositioned himself before slamming into me with both shafts again. Suddenly, I felt his sharp teeth nibbling at my neck, making their way down my body as he pounded into my holes. He clamped onto a nipple with his teeth and began sucking. I could smell blood and I didn’t care, I wanted more!
I writhed and humped in rhythm with him until he pulled out of me once again. I cried out in anger; “Put them back in! I need more! Fuck me, Swamp Thing, Fuck Me!”
Still restrained by his vines, I became animalistic, frantic to have his cocks back inside of me. He held me to the ground as I whimpered and begged. An amused sort of satisfaction flittered across his glowing eyes. I could see hi long, hard shafts were still engorged and I was salivating. The green color of them, the fleshy feel of them made me weak with need. Just as I was about to scream out again, he plowed into me.
We fucked and fucked for what seemed like hours. The game of cat and mouse, give and take left me cumming over and over again. The ground was soaked in our juices. He pulled out and squirted all over my breasts and I rubbed it in before sucking my fingers, lapping up the sweet, earthy taste as he pounded into me again.
At some point, I finally blacked out from the pleasure. When I awakened, I was back in my rental car, fully clothed. My strappy sandals lay on the passenger seat beside me. For a moment, I wondered if it were all an incredibly hot dream brought on by exhaustion and dehydration.
“What the hell happened?” I reached for the key and turned it in the ignition. The rental started and purred like a kitten.
I sat there stupefied for a moment. Unsure what had transpired, I picked up my cell phone and saw I had several bars. The date on the home screen showed thirty-six hours had passed since the car had broken down and I’d set off on my hike to find help. At a loss for words, I put my car into gear and began heading away from that swamp.
As I turned onto a main road, I caught a glimpse of something large in the dense trees before it vanished. I checked the rearview mirror and saw him raise one seaweed covered arm to wave as I drove away. I slammed on the brakes and put the car in park. Throwing the car door open, I hopped out to prove my eyes weren’t deceiving me. But he was gone.
For the remainder of my trip, I wondered why I was even bothering to go to The Gulf. No amount of fancy drinks and hot life guards would ever compare to getting banged in the bayou.
Note From the Author:
Thank you for picking up a copy of ‘Banged In The Bayou’, my debut short story. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Remember, this is a work of fiction. It may seem far-out and ridiculous, but that’s alright. It’s meant to be. This creation was just a way to blow off some steam and have fun. I believe we all need that in such troubling times.
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About The Author:
If you love humorous stories revolving around everyday situations combined with seemingly sexual-impossibilities, she’s the author for you. After all, girls just wanna have fun!