Night of The Man Hunt

“You will be fine, just keep breathing and think about that night long ago” Jane told him as she watched his eyes open wide when it began.  He gripped the sides of the bed and tears fell from his widened eyes as Jane wondered what it must feel like to know you are about to experience the greatest pain in your life. He looked confused but it was a painful confusion that writhed and swirled in his eyes. She put her claws on his hairy man leg and watched saying “Think about something else, long ago”

The glinting of her claws would make her stand out, so she could only go out once a year to get her new man and this was a lesson she had learned all too well. Jane had grown into a woman in the last two years and had learned to hunt on that night and go out calm. It was Halloween and Jane had been without a man for a year since Ryan died during the last birth, his screams echoed in her ears and her eyes were glowing with the thrill of the hunt as she watched Harry Goodwood walk down the street.

He was having a bad streak of luck, his girlfriend had left him when he walked down to where the game was being held. People were walking all around in costumes and going to the same game that he was worried about because he knew that he could win her back during the game. It was being held in the town commons which was decorated and filled with the sounds of players shouting out answers. He would go into the crowd and if he was smart enough he would go on to the official game, this was only the preliminary rounds.

“We need to hurry or we will be disqualified” came the harmonic voice of Penelope Wild from the side of the door with her other hot friends. They were the best looking women of the town and they always hung out together, finally Harry was single and he could impress those girls. He would not be dumb enough to fail the preliminary rounds, and then he would win the game. He smirked as he watched all the people walk in, all the fools who would loose and the looser of the first round of questions would be forced to go into the demon house.

Down the street by the demon house his eyes turned when his mind thought of it, it was a horrible single story place where a demon girl lived who killed any man that dared enter it and he had dreamed of it ever since he was a child. The little child that hid his gaze from the house in the dress of his mother rose from deep within his subconscious and now that child seemed to control in his mind. He shook away the fear, and saw the car pass by that belonged to his mother, she was going to the party that was being held by Mister Grey who was the principal of the high school and he knew what he wanted from her. His mother was the town MILF and every man wanted to have sex with her more then they wanted dollar bills in their pockets.

Some kind of blood was on the cement that he stood on and he felt knives on his shoulder. He felt his survival instincts go into effect and the pleasant sent of calico came wafting into the area. The feeling of fear from the demon house was replaced by the feeling of arousal that had never failed to grasp him in  the mornings when he awoke and his hard morning wood insisted on attention. He turned and saw a girl standing there, the dream girl who was seen standing outside his window every morning for the past year, then he was drawn back into reality.

“Oh holy fuck this is torture” he tried to capture his breath as the feeling of the large circle that was much too big for his anus began to insist on his attention. Primeval feelings and instincts began to command him to push as he yelled and screamed, but in the middle of no where he was just wasting his energy with the yelps. Jane had been holding his legs open with her hands and her claws were clasping on his soft skin and clutching him slight enough to draw blood. He cried and his thoughts went back to that first night he saw Jane standing in his window, hunting him like an animal. Jane had found the perfect target when her baby died, and she remembered standing outside his window every morning and that shape that was watching him in the bed was now  between his legs.

“Come on push God damned you, I am the last of my kind Harry and you are not going to force me into extinction, you are going to birth my seed!” He yelled in agony as his body thrived and shook in convulsions “You will survive this, think back remember those questions about history you thought were so important? Well you should think of them and not the baby coming on out of the birth canal.” The first time Jane had seen the young man and had wanted him inside her more than she could imagine. Her eyes glared at the man who was giving birth in the box car as they rolled at high speed across the railroads of the nation. The sound took her back to that night again, that night in the demon house when he first stepped foot inside.

Harry felt awful, he had lost one of the easiest questions in the quiz game and now he was being escorted by the teenage men who were self appointed guards. The guards would throw him into the demon house and stand around outside to make sure he would stay in the place the whole night to make sure he wasn’t going to escape. He slumped against the old blackened door that had been neglected by age and weather wear as he covered his eyes in disgust. This was a really bad night because he had been humiliated by the whole town and all he wanted was to go to bed and cry. He might even see her in the morning, standing outside his bedroom window by the big apple tree looking down at him as he masturbates. He then heard a footstep in the distance of the demon house, “Harry Goodwood welcome to my world” the voice was that of a woman and he stood in attention. 

He yelled as the pain in between his legs grew to such a extent that he felt his head would explode from the pain surging through his body. He cried over and over for his mother, but he knew even if she could come to his side Jane would not allow her to take him away. Harry watched Jane smiling with joy as she said “Maybe it will be a girl honey, wouldn’t that be nice, we could have a daughter?” Harry didn’t want the baby at all, but he thought back to the wonderful sex that was amplified by the pheromones that Jane had let spill all over his body and let him forget about his fear of sex. The sex had been impressive beyond his most wild hot wet dreams but now he realized why he was scared of sex in the first place, and that realization was terrifying to him. Now he felt the horror of sex coming out of him, the terror that he had felt in those wet dreams when he had seen Jane come running at him with her claws harsh and ready to cut into him. He gritted his teeth in horrible agony as he wished his mother was here, but he remembered what Jane had done to her. He didn’t want a child, he wanted to be a math teacher, but that would never happen and if he was lucky the birth would be painful enough to kill him, but he was never that lucky. He grunted and begged for relief as he felt himself enter what Jane called the Ring of fire as the head began to crown and cut into him.

“Please let me see my mother, I want her bad and I want to see her. God mom I’m sorry that I put you through all this God help me please” Harry remembered making love to Jane in the demon house that night long ago, he remembered her rocking up and down on his massive hard on as the guards walked around the place. Those memories that flooded back made him sob and cry even more as waves of pain came over him one after the other but then it felt like his natural inclinations were taking over. It reminded him of that night of wild sex, he had always been afraid of sex, of becoming like his father who got his mother pregnant and then left them both, but that night all those thoughts left. He hated what Jane had made him into, he hated her and he knew he would hate whatever monster came bursting out of his asshole. He wanted to think about his mother, he wanted to think about her nice cooking and how good she was to everyone, and then his mind went back.

He had staggered out of the demon house to go into the cold Halloween night of the old village, and he began to feel like himself again. His cloths were cut and ragged and the ghost creature that he had saw in the house and made love to. No one would ever believe that he had sex as wild as he did, with that demon with the long claws and the tight pussy, so he kept quiet. “I am going home Jane, you cant stop me,” then as he walked he remembered seeing her all those times looking down at the young man with the rock hard morning wood in his hands. At first she had scared him, but his mom didn’t believe she was there because she was always gone when his mother came to look, but she always returned to watch him. He remembered what she had told that she had used her natural pheromones every morning to slowly effect his sexual drive and make him more horny so every time he awoke he wanted to jack off and then when he saw her, he wanted to fuck her. That was the reason that he lost the quiz game, he wanted to loose to fuck Jane, but he wanted to get home because those claws scared him more than sex had.

Opening the nice white door to his big two story house surrounded by apple trees Harry rushed in to find his mother standing in the living room. She was blonde and wearing a pink florescent leather like dress that was covered in sparkles from her party. “Honey what is the matter you look scared” then as Harry had reached to hold his mother he saw Jane standing in the open kitchen area behind her. It was a moment of horrible irony that she had beat him home.

Martha Goodwood ran her hands over his scratched back and asked something about his scratches as Jane held her hands with her long gleaming claws in the kitchen light. “Hello Mother” Jane said and then ran towards her with unimaginable speed that resulted in Jane standing behind Martha. She ran her hands over the young MILF and said “You want nothing more then to have sex with me right now, so go up stairs and wait.” Harry had watched his mother walk up the stairs in a kind of orgasmic trance that he had fallen to in the demon house. “Now we are going back somewhere by ourselves so we can start our new life together.”

As much as he had tried to Harry wanted to tell her to go to hell and leave him alone, but every natural instinct in his body other than his mind told him to follow her. He wanted to follow her and never stop because she was covering him with pheromones that he simply could never say no to. He began walking towards Jane and the door and he demanded one thing, “Tell me who you are Jane.”

“The last survivor of a lost and noble species of humanity that evolution gave up on, that house was the home I was conceived in. Nineteen years ago my mother killed the family that was there, she took the young teenage man like you, fucked him and forced him to give birth to me. That is why people call it the demon house because that is where my kind go to hunt for our men. You are going to help bring the new generation of my people into the world” then Harry heard himself cry as she lead him down to the train yard and ushered him into this railroad boxcar  where his screams hurt his ears.

“Oh My fucking good God this hurts, please Jane is it almost,” then he felt the curvature of the head begin to expand his hole to sizes never before imagined and he pushed. Jane cut him open and then he felt the shoulders fall out of but there was something missing as he felt it fall out of him, it wasn’t moving anymore. Harry saw her eyes fall from excitement to a dim darkness that told him everything he needed to know about the baby.

“Well then” she said as he felt her claws cutting his umbilical cord and he watched in horror as she ate it like a link sausage “Guess dead baby is for dinner for a while.” His screams began and were drowned out by the sounds of the train drowned out the cries of the nineteen year old man. He wanted this nightmare to end, please he thought as the train went by a nameless small city, let it end. “All that means is you get to have sex with me again and again until you give birth to a live child, a girl like me.” Jane smiled with the stain of the blood from the umbilical cord on her white teeth and claws as the moonlight filled the boxcar and glinted off those deadly things and he screamed louder then ever.