Christine- Red
Argos - White

Heavenly rays of sunlight beam through the barrier of heavy clouds that sulk through the skies, the bright slender beams offering a promise and a hope of a beautiful day. A light fog had risen during the night, and as the sun started to pique over the hilltops the heat had caused a mist and a light dew to embrace in a gentle caress against the leaves of the tall tree’s, to the flowers, even on the blades of shimmering grass of the forestry. All seemed calm on the island, the darkened skies casts a calming aura, yet a foreboding one. The calm before the storm.

None of this mattered to the girl who was trekking her way through the forest. Her breathing was calm, paced, as she pushed deeper and deeper into the mass of trees and foliage. Long pale blond tendril waves cascaded down her back in a high ponytail, whipping to either side of her as she made her way. Her socks and calves were dampened by the dew that had settled through the early morning, her long slender legs were only partially covered by comfortable loose, yet form fitting khaki Capri pants which hung low at her waist. Her upper half covered by a tight black tank top, her breasts obviously being held tightly in place by a sports bra. The girl was relatively strong for her slender frame, a rather large bag was hanging from her back attached by thick leather straps across her shoulders, it seemed not to hindrance her greatly. At first glance the student seemed to be pointlessly wandering through the forest, filled with uncertainty and almost lost. The student, however, knew exactly where she was headed. She’d spent the entire night before mapping out her course, only now and again did she pass a certain landmark that looked unfamiliar to her, but was quick to recover her course. Her destination? The centre of the island. It was there she desperately wanted to be, the massive unstructured rock formation that seemed to stretch endlessly into the sky. The high, dangerous clifftops seemed worthy of a god. She believed that nobody had yet to climb it, for she'd seen no notation of it in the library or the records whens he was researching it. This massive structure terrified her and excited her, she planned to conquer it. She gathered her supplies out of the old storage rooms of the basement, the island was in great supply of rope, and clippings that she'd deemed necessary in order to take on such a task. She'd even found a harness that fit her nice and snug. Delighted with herself there seemed to be a cheerful bounce to her step, anxious with arriving at her destination.

A presence, looked up at the sky seeing sunlight cut through the heavy rain clouds above. The light pierced it like a spear through soft flesh seemingly to bring fine weather to the island, but the presence knew better.

While the weather patterns here were very strange they could be predicted. A miserable day beckoned weather wise for somebody, but the presences hoped to give some young student a very bad day indeed. Hidden by his invisibility shields and in his favourite tree in the middle of the campus, he watched the scene below. The campus was quiet, little movement passed through. However that still meant opportunity for him as young students seemed more likely to be alone at such time.

And there was his pray.

Unaided, the young student was blissfully unaware of his presence and the fact she was being watched. Her bag weighing her down, but not hindering her movements too much. The young girl clearly had a sense of purpose as she trotted through the campus, and Argos wanted to find out what that purpose was.

Silently he fell to the ground, instantly beginning to stalk his victim following her from a reasonable distance, but close enough so he would not lose sight of her.

What first began as nothing more than minutes forcing her way into the dense forests of the island, began to slip into hours. The student’s breathing was hard and rough, her amber eyes surveying the area that surrounded her. She was close now, and she was beginning to regret she hadn’t stopped to rest. If she pushed herself to exhaustion she wouldn’t be able to begin climbing soon after arrival. Climbing over a mossy hill she found a place of salvation to rest. A soft meadow of sorts, a decent clearing, a much welcomed sight in the thick forestry. The entire area covered in an arrangement of mosses and tiny white and blue flowers, felt spongy to the step, a most suitable seat for the girl as she slowly slid the pack off of her gleaming shoulders. She nearly collapsed next to the large bag, falling to her knees and staying in that as a sitting position. Her long, slender fingers working their way through the straps and undoing the clasps that held the bag shut. After a few moments of rummaging a water bottle in hand emerged. She gratefully brought the bottle tip to her lips, drinking heavily. Here she rested, her hands running along the soft, pleasant moss, fingering flowers here and there, until finally she leaned back on her elbows, enjoying the agreeable view.

Forty-five minutes she’d spent, she knew she wasn’t more than a twenty minutes walk away from the beginning of the cliffs, she was ecstatic and it obviously showed with her hastened movements. The student had refueled herself, a mixture of half a sandwich, and a protein bar gave her sufficient sustenance and energy to push on with a new light. Well rested, in a whirlwind the student had repacked and left, the area was unchanged, no trash or any other littering left behind her. If any other were to pass through that particular meadow, and trace of her would be gone. To the student’s delight, the forest around her became wider and more open. She curiously glanced around with a smile on her face watching the rather limited wildlife. Only a few times had she had a keen sense that something was near her, but the thoughts were quickly dismissed as paranoia. Her mind wandered, as it often did while she was hiking, a true escape to leave her completely oblivious, yet so in tune with the nature surrounding her. Only did a view in the distance bring her wandering mind back into focus. She saw them, the cliffs.

Breathless and full of excitement the student stood at the base of the enormous rock foundation. Her head was completely tilted upward surveying the structure. Rough, Jagged edges, again covered with the dominant green mosses, weeds and wildflowers growing where even the most minuscule amount of soil resided in the rocks. That was only near the lower half, the tops of the cliffs seemed to disappear into the clouds themselves. She was truly amazed, her eyes glittering with anticipation and wonder. The student fumbled with her bag, shaking it off quickly, and much more clumsily than before. A dark brown thick woven harness emerged this time, Christine slipping her slender legs through the loops, pushing her arms through the loops tightening at the waist. It seemed to pull in all the right places, and fit quite snugly. Following the harness were a series of clips, which hooked around three metal loops down the vertical strap that lined her torso, and on two larger hoops at her waist. A long rope followed, thick and bright orange in color. She had more ropes in her bag, but unfortunately the smaller ones were quite useless to her, and would only slow her down. She rummaged through the pack once more and pulled out thick fingerless leather gloves and slipped them on accordingly. She pulled a smaller bag with necessary supplies from the bigger bag, this one was more along the lines of a backpack, she quickly whipped it around her arms and quickly made her way to the base of the formation. She wasn’t quite sure what the structure actually was, perhaps a dormant volcano. Her eyes searched desperately for a route that ensured a manageable way up the mountain of rocks. She found none for certain, but chose the best of her options, not wanting to waste anymore time.

A look of deep concentration passed over the blonde’s face, biting her lower lip the student reached up, feeling for a solid foundation, groping the rocks and lifting the thick sole of her tan-colored boots, she hoisted herself up onto the rocks, careful to find a solid footing before advancing further. Christine kept climbing, exerting herself only slightly with each forceful pull of her arms, the cool mist and late morning dew was refreshing against her cream colored skin. She was thankful the sun wasn’t out, yet wary that it may not even emerge at all. She couldn’t bare that she’d not thought to put on her sun screen before her ascension. She tilted her head up, looking past the mass ahead of her towards the sky. The clouds were still dark and dreary with just enough sun for her to see decently well. She nodded her approval and continued her climb. The student absent mindedly happened to glance down and decided this was a wonderful spot for her first mark. Hanging on for dear life with her right hand, she reached down with her left and undid one of the metal clasps at her side. On the end of this clasp, there was a bright orange tab, along with a mechanism that is designed to secure itself into a tight crevice. It was here that she jammed this mechanism into an agreeable crevice and secured it. She pushed and pulled on it, satisfied that it wasn’t going to budge and smiled to herself. “So far, so good. Man I wish Elise would have came with me, she would have loved this.” she thought aloud to herself, letting the rope slide from her shoulder. She had long threaded the rope through the three vertical hoops on her harness, all she had to do was thread it through the loop she’d just created in the mountain itself. Her arm started to tire and her movements were rushed, but she was overall, satisfied with the hook. She rested, leaning her delicate head against the rough exterior of the mountain, a slight burning sensation going up her arm. Her gaze fell downward, she’d only climbed about thirty feet, a good start for a mark, but she should have created one much sooner. She let out a loud exhale before returning her glance upward, a look of determination crossing her face. “No sense worrying about it now.” she muttered reaching up and grabbing hold of a jagged edge, finding her footing, and hoisting herself upwards.


Argos stalked his prey with a hunters skill. When he had been a boy he had tested himself in the wilderness. Gone out and lived off the land and his own skill. Now he hunted a very different prey, for very different reasons, but the challenge was still the same. He watched her intently, never letting her out of his sight as she enter the forest.

He wondered what she was doing. She could have just been hiking. Must be a newbie, only they would be foolish enough to walk into the forest alone. However, she walked with such purpose, resting once for sustenance before continuing with renewed vigour towards the mountain side.

Her thoughts were explained to him when she stopped, lifting out rope and harnesses. So the foolish student was attempting to climb the mountain. The situation was perfect for him. She would isolate herself from help, no one would hear her scream in fright then in pleasure and she would find running from him of the side of the mountain very tricky indeed.

He could have taken her at the bottom, but decided it would be much more fun to let her almost complete her task. He himself had climbed the mountain before and knew the place most well. The summit had a small plateau just below it, where he himself had rested before assaulting the final few metres. The student would likely do the same if she was sensible. He would take her there, where he could have his way, without much of a risk of falling off the mountainside.

As he watched the well-equipped girl begin her accent, Argos himself began climbing, but by a different route about 15 meters from her. His sharpe talons able to bite into the rock allowing him to haul himself further and further up, while keeping a watch ful eye upon his prey.

The late morning casually passed into the late afternoon, the weather thus far, had remained unchanged until the student started to ascent further up the mountain. Huge gusts of wind utterly terrified and excited Christine as she nearly lost her grip multiple times, nearly falling. One time in particular was when she was setting another one of the mechanisms and the rock ledge she was holding came loose. Her terrified gasp echoed loudly around her at the absent heights, she praised her fast reflexes, the instant the rock gave away she had already gripped another with her other hand, consequently dropping that clip. She gave her heart a few moments to slow down before using another clip to set her mark.

As she climbed, further and further into the damp windy heights. A grudging thought at the back of her mind that this was perhaps a bad idea, only to glance up and get a glimmer of hope. Not too far from here there was a rough protruding ledge. It would be difficult to scale if she continued going straight, but if she made her way towards her right she could easily climb onto a lesser jutting ledge. Rushing with vigor she shimmied carefully to her right and upward in a diagonal motion. If that was a plateau like she’d hoped, it would offer her some refuge from the wind, there was no way she could possibly continue without some rest, and some water.

Her hand greedily clutched the edge and she hoisted herself up onto the plateau. Her body was shaking and she shuffled nervously towards the middle, as far away from the ledge as possible. She was still attached to the rope, worried that something might possibly pull it causing her to be pulled off of her refuge, but decided to keep it attached to her in the event the plateau gave way. Though she highly doubted it. She brushed a few stray strands of hair from her face and slipped off the pack from her back. She pulled the black water bottle from the bag and drank deep from it. The whistle of the wind at this height was shrill and high with the occasional gusts. She checked a watch inside the bag. “2 pm… I should head back before it gets dark.” She was disappointed she hadn’t made it to the top, but she didn’t want to get stuck wandering alone in the dark. She tossed the water bottle back inside her bag and sat with her knee’s raised, resting her elbows on them. Her wide almond eyes drinking in the breathtaking view of the island. It looked almost beautiful, in a dreary gray kind of way. The toy-sized school off in the distance with an ocean of lush green in between, the afternoon fog rising every so often in between the tree’s. . She would have to take some pictures with the digital camera she'd brought for Elise. She smiled, the climb was well worth it-but she couldn't seem to shake this daunting feeling that slowly began to creep up inside of her. She'd felt it once before but had only dismissed it as being scared from the height. She dreaded going back down the mountain though, climbing up is easy, climbing down is a lot harder because you're constantly reminded of just how high you are. She sighed and rested her head in her hands.


The girl had persistence certainly, Argos noted as he climbed with in view. Despite a difficult path and an ever-dangerous wind, the young explorer came to the plateau where he would strike. As she lifted herself up on to the flat surface, Argos continued around and above, avoiding the plateau and hooking his ascent around the higher mountainside. There as she drank below him, he silently descended down.

For a few moments he watched her as she looked out over the side of the mountain, obviously observing the view and the site of where she had walked from.

She drank greedily from the water bottle she carried before resting her body. Looking into her own hands, her vulnerability was at its height. In one quick motion, Argos flicked himself over his own head, straightening himself behind her. The smooth rockface then allowed him to slide down behind her, coming into contact with her body all at once.

His body still invisible, his limbs took control of her. His right hand started just below her chin, but rose quickly pushing her head away in order to clamp itself over her mouth. He was not worried about anyone hearing her scream, he just preferred to try and prevent being deafened by the inevitable reaction. The second hand grabbed her left wrist, bending it back behind her. His versatile tail, hooked around his side using what strength it had upon her flat stomach. His toned muscular chest pressed against her back, solidly allowing her to feel his muscles.

Even his legs hooked them selves between hers before widening them selves, stretching her legs slightly open. Even though he was locked on to her almost like he wanted to give her a piggy back ride, the two intertwined creatures, were not going anywhere unless the young girl could manage to lift his weight off the rock face.

“Do not struggle, and you will not be harmed little one? Also do not scream, no one will hear you up here” he commanded her calmly, knowing that both commands were unlikely to be heard. But she was his, to do with as he pleased, whether she cooperated or not.


The student’s eyes had been closed peacefully for not even a moment before she felt a thick hand shoot over her shoulder and clasp over her mouth. Quickly accompanied by the elimination of her left hand as it was smoothly twisted behind her back. She let out a yelp underneath the barrier of sound against her lips. She struggled and writhed, and in mere seconds she was constricted with limited movement, weighed down by the mass of some invisible force.

Though she could not see what restricted her she could feel it. Cold rough fingers pressing against the soft flesh of her mouth and face, strong grip confining the movement of her left arm, holding it securely in place. The strong lean muscle of a chest pressing against the bare skin of her shoulders, the warmth from his core radiating against her lower back and body. Strong legs spreading her own apart, taking any balance she had. If she hadn’t have ruled out the possibly of an invisible human, she could have sworn this was the forces origin. No, it was too big and way too strong to be human. She violently jerked her body back and forth, this only succeeded in hurting her arm so the action was extinguished after only a few attempts. Breathing hard and steady, she assessed the situation, whatever way there had been to escape was stolen from her when the force had taken her balance. She was completely at his mercy.

Her eyes searched frantically back and forth, still unable to see what it was that held her she shuddered with surprise when a voice echoed through the plateau. Her breathing panicked, she was sure there had been nobody up here, and nobody following her. Though she’d heard a few rocks falling that she was sure she hadn’t caused, she was sure there had been no one behind her. She shook her head, and twisted it back and forth in hope to break away from the hold on her mouth, shrieks and protests attempt to surpass the thickness of his hand to no avail, and only emit as distorted, clumsy sounds

Argos held her firmly as the young silver haired girl struggled underneath his grip. He noticed her strength, nothing compared to his yes, but great for a girl of her size. The pony tail swashed about, extensively in his face due to her movements and the strong wind as an annoying distraction for him.

With his hand behind her back, he released her suddenly there and moved his hand from her mouth. Any sense that he would release her however, were dashed as his hands worked in unison to grip the girls tank top and pull side ways. Two tears quickly appeared down the front and back of the garment, as he ripped it away leaving two pieces of shredded garment in his hands blowing in the wind.

Releasing them from his grip, the wind instantly caught them sending the two rags hurtling over the smooth rock of the plateau before plummeting off the side of the mountain. Leaving her top half in only a sports bra allowed his invisible tail to feel the smoothness of her skin before being joined by his returning hand, which each clamped on to her breasts encased in the tight fitting material. The plump orbs sitting beautifully in his hands.

False hope was created when she felt herself released, her hand jutting immediately to the ground stabilizing herself. She found herself lost for words, how could you insult what you couldn’t see. Her legs, however, were still held firmly, a slight breeze brushing by her as she felt her assailants hands tear at the fabric of her tank top, shredding it leaving her exposed on the top, aside from her sports bra and the thick woven material of the harness. She gasped as the chilled air caressed her heated back and chest- her nipples pert and attentive in response. “Let go of me you pig!” she screamed in anger, clawing at the ground in attempts to pull herself away from her captor. She watched helplessly as the tattered remains of her top blew and danced over the edge of the plateau. She turned her head behind her, and still saw nothing, only feeling some kind of appendage curiously exploring her skin. Only to be followed by a firm grip of her breasts.

A new kind of revelation, if the first of the actions hadn’t been as blunt and obvious as she’d needed to spell out what this creature had in store for her, this was a confirmation. “Nngh, You coward!” She screamed, her face flushing a bright red. It obviously understood her, it had spoken to her, perhaps she could intimidate it. “You can’t even show yourself! And you expect me to submit to you?!” a series of indecent vocabulary followed immediately after this. She bucked her hips, her legs slipping free a few times, but to no avail, he was always quick to recover his control over her. Her hands roamed over the ground and came to rest on a rock the size of the palm of her hand. She gripped it tightly and turned, shooting her filled hand to what she’d hoped to be the creatures head. Upon hearing some kind of grunt she beamed satisfactorily, and went into a craze trying to free herself, fearing the repercussions of her actions.

Strangely unnoticed by Argos, the rock hit him in the side of the face sending his head thrashing back. The blow only went unnoticed till it was too late because of the distraction of her firm breasts that Argos was groping roughly over the top of the sports bra.

The shot did not draw blood, but left a graze upon the green cheek of the invisible monster, not that the young girl could see it. Escape was clearly on her mind as her efforts of thrashing about increased, trying desperately to lose his grip. Her attack had not affected Argos’ motor functions enough for her to escape; yet the hands on her breasts fell away and the legs on top of hers even went limp. Lying back on the rock Argos smiled as the ploy of releasing her began.

He wondered how long the happiness of seeming escape would last before she realised she was on a high plateau which she could not safely get down from quickly. This coupled with the fact that she couldn’t see her attacker surely would bring her mental state crashing down again and Argos wondered what she would do as a reaction.

Christine grunted and her heart nearly beat out of her chest when she found herself free of the clutches of her attacker. She shuffled quickly away pressing her back against the nearby rock wall. She only had a moment to decide whether she would try to brave the climb in attempt to escape, or to stay and possibly be captured again. She side stepped carefully, keeping her arms at her guard, making her way to the inner cavities of the plateau, here the wind was seriously reduced, to her gratefulness. Her movements were careful and her chest was heaving uncontrollably, her adrenalin pumping rapidly.

“Leave me alone!” she shouted into the vast emptiness she saw before her. Never before had she felt so helpless and alone. Her hand flew towards the rope that held her at the waist. How she wished she would have immediately secured on the plateau for an easy descent before resting, she bit her lower lip. She could risk a jump, but a rapid descent of her weight wouldn’t guarantee the markers she’d made would hold. Her eyes trailed to the edge, seriously considering a mad dash. So far there was nothing, no audible movements, no sign of another attack. ‘But then again, I hadn’t seen or hear this thing earlier either.’ she thought bitterly to herself, her body shaking with excitement and fear. Her foot pressed against her water bottle, which had been thrown carelessly to the side during the struggle. She knelt carefully and picked it up. ‘Maybe I knocked it out.’ Her hopes rising, a smile of hope crossing her lips. If she did, it certainly wouldn’t last long- it already seemed she’d wasted the valuable moments that seemed like hours. She rushed over towards the edge where her rope led to. Kneeling she took another glance back, still detecting no movement, she let her legs slide over the edge, turning to face back towards the rock structure she gripped tightly and started to lower herself down.

Argos watched her as she moved closer to the rock face edge. He had noticed her securing her equipment very quickly before beginning her descent. Unfortunately for her, she was not quick enough and he was not incapacitated.

As her head got over the level, Argos reached over the edge, grabbing the girl’s silver ponytail along with the hair from the top of her head and locked his arm in place. With one hand he could lift his own body weight so hers was not even a challenge to hold her in place. The wind again blew, but his strong-clawed feet gripped the rock face superbly, solidifying his foundations.

“Where do you think your going little one” he spoke to her “Escape is no longer an option for you”

“Now climb back up or I shall lift you up most painfully” he continued sternly making sure his threat to lift her by the hair got through

The silver-haired teen shrieked in pain when she felt her hair being grabbed roughly. Her eyes immediately darting upward, to search for the creature- to her disappointment still there was nothing. Her fingernails dug into the hard surface of the rock. Her eyes flared angrily. “Let go of my hair you prick!” She screamed, the heat rising to her face. One thing that set her off was unauthorized touching of her hair. She considered protesting further but the pressing threat caused her to scurry back up the rock structure, back into the creatures welcoming possession. His hand still dug deep into her hair, clenching it hungrily. She began flailing angrily into the air, hoping her arms would hit, before reaching both of her hands up to grasp the arm that held her, digging her nails into the rough flesh. “Coward! Let me go right now!”

Argos’s skin was quite tough over a lot of his body. The nails into his arm, hurt mildly, but did not draw blood. Instead of reacting angrily, he lifted his arm upwards taking her hair with hit, painfully. Her body going on tip toes to balance herself

“Stop that and I shall release you” he replied, knowing the pain he must be causing her head.

He smiles behind his invisibility, at her insults that she throws in his direction.

“I will even show myself if that is what you want” he continues as he lifts her millimetres off the floor increasing the pressure on her scalp.

The student emitted a short ear shattering scream as she was lifted by her hair onto her tip toes, stretching her calves as much as she good to keep up with his pull. “Stop it!” she cried, the protests and screams more about worrying for her hair than the pain, which ironically caused a certain sense of sick arousal for her. She flushed lightly, believing what words she could from the creature and loosened her grip, hesitantly at first. Another lift by the creature caused her to release him completely.

She knew she was gazing in the creature’s direction, she just still could only see the emptiness of the plateau. She let out a desperate gasp trying to level herself and stay on her tip toes, grunting in pain every time she started to fall back on her heels. Her eyes searched pleadingly, but a fiery defiance still held strong behind the semblance. "Show me yourself.." She nearly added another insult, but upon realizing she was at his mercy her better judgement had finally kicked in and decided against it.


With the young girls release of his arm Argos first lowered the young girl so her feet could reach the floor. The touch was solid enough to take her weight so she was no longer suspended by her hair, but she couldn’t move her body without forcing more pressure on to it. His right arm however still gripped the top of her head, thinking it likely that once she saw him she would attempt to run again

He then moved his left hand back to his bracelet touching it softly. Slowly the invisible field began to deactivate as he came into view. First his montrrous clawed fett became visible, then his toned green legs before it reached the tunic he wore that covered his groin and lower torso, but left his muscular chest. Then his head became visible along with his left arm.

It was if the jewel was sucking away the invisibility as it worked up his right arm to the jewel and revealed the hand that menacingly held her hair. There he stood in his monstrous form, silently as he waited for the young girls reaction.

The student felt relieved when she was lowered back down onto the rocky surface, however her movement still remained limited. She shuddered at the movement the creature that held her made, and slowly before her eyes he appeared. At first she noticed nothing. An empty space still lay barren in front of her. Her eyes happened to catch the first of his appearance by chance. Her eyes widened in interest and she stood frozen in anticipation. The creatures feet were now visible, the visibility creeping upward. She watched as the toned muscles appeared with their green fleshy skin. She clenched her teeth as the torso made itself visible, her hands twitching, wanting to move back up to the hand on her head. The form seemed human in figure, it spoke in her tongues, but this thing was not human. Her eyes finally trailed up his chest and into the dark eyes of her captor, horrified and intrigued by his appearance all at the same time. His face still retained some human traits, but there was something else, something dark and disfiguring about it, almost carnal.

The student swallowed hard once the invisibility was completely withdrawn. Her amber eyes, glinting like wide mirrors portraying his reflection back to him, held their strong will, but there was something else behind them, something she dared not show. “What…are you?” She managed to finally choke out, narrowing her gaze and raising one hand to his arm as the pressure made her uncomfortable. Only this time, as she did she did not claw her nails into his flesh, it was more of a silent plea to be more gentle.

Argos smiled evily at the young girl “What I am is unimportant” he replied “what I want is considerably more so, especially if you intend to be able to climb down this mountain”. As he spoke he noticed the young girls hand move up to his, this time however she carefully tried to pull his arm down to loosen the pressure on her scalp.

Showing a strange compassion he did not usually portray, he lowered his hand some more allowing her feet to become flat and properly support her weight

“I desire, first your name, little on” he asks pausing for her to answer “and then I desire your body.” His voice an authorative tone. “I therefore suggest that if you desire your clothes intact and you wish not to be hurt, you undress yourself or see your clothes go the same way as your shirt.”

Her body, still tense, lessened so in that aspect as she was lowered to near complete comfort, though a steady grip on her hair remained. She did not enjoy being held against her will, especially by her silvery locks, but given her current situation she felt obliged to answer his inquiry. “Chris..” She said to him during his pause, it would surely be better than being called little one. He was much bigger than she, in height, weight, and frame so she could understand this name he’d adopted for her, but that hadn’t made it acceptable.

A chilling tingle ran down her spine when the word ‘body’ left the creature’s mouth. She shuddered in remembrance of when he’d held her breasts in his hands. She stood there, shocked and appalled by the creature’s request of her. Her eyes searched his face for some kind of indication of a joke, or humor, there was none aside from a sadistic smile. She looked him up and down, searching for possible weak points that she’d be able to strike, his skin was tough and his body covered in muscle. Muscle made it hard for her to pin point exact points of weakness, not to mention that this creature to take away her ability to see him. She lifted her eyes back to his, holding his gaze. Behind them, her position on the matter was displayed. Defiance, mental strength and opposition. It was clear she wasn’t going to do as he asked.

rgos smiled as she answered him satisfactorily, with a shortened form of her name. He could assume that her name was actually Christine, with a fair amount of certainty however. He had raped someone previously called Christine, in New York one time. That had been a most pleasurable experience and he was eager to see whether this girl stood up to her

After that however the young girl remain defiant, her arms not moving to having any intention of removing her clothes. This was not a complete surprise to him however and he had planned to see how much it would take to break her. He could just forcibly remove the clothing and roughly take her up against the rock face. However this way was considerably more fun.

Again he lifted his arm up purring pressure on her head, then however he used his free hand to strike her with the back of his hand across her face. The blow forced her head to turn creating more pressure upon her head, but that pain was likely to be the least of her worries.

“I do not want to have to do that, Christine, but I will if you disobey me” Argos responded to her, defiantly

She searched his face for a possible reaction and had felt the pressure on her head increase as she was lifted again off of the ground, the cream colored skin of her cheek flaring a bright red after impact. She cried out as the pain registered, and a few weaker tendrils were ripped from her head by the force of the blow. Her knees buckled beneath her weight, she wanted nothing more than to fall to them on the rocky surface, the only thing that kept her standing was the mere fact that he was holding her up by her hair. Her hands flew to his, wrapping around his forearm. She pulled her weight off of the ground and struggled to regain her footing. Carefully she let her toes press against the surface of the plateau, supporting her own weight again her hands lowered to her face, cupping each other as they caressed her throbbing cheek. He’d hit her with the back of his hand, which was a more forceful blow opposed to a stinging blow of an open handed palm. Tears welled in her eyes, with every ounce of her being she had kept herself from crying, biting her lower lip hard in attempts to force back the tears.

Her eyes rose back to his upon hearing her full name. Could he have known her name all along? Or had he simply made an educated guess by the shortened version of her name? Unsure, it wasn’t a pressing matter, her real worry was that he was smart. He spoke with eloquence and precision with indicated intelligence, and he was strong. Two strong traits combined to make a deadly force. “I…” She started, pausing to keep her voice from breaking as her throat tightened. Her eyes leveled with his, her hands rose again and braced herself against his forearm. “If you think beating me around all day will cause me to have some kind of revelation to succumb to you,” She grimaced as she felt a tighter grip about her hair. “You’re insane.” His grip, his force, his blow, his demeanor, all suggested he was no novice at what he was doing to her, she wondered how many other girls had stood their ground, or worse what had happened to them. She was disgusted with this creature, her gaze shifted sideways avoiding his domineering radiance.

Argos smiled at her defiance. He considered hitting her again, but he knew better than most that caporal punishment rarely broke down a determined opponent. He also didn’t wish to damage his prize as she was very desirable in her. What worked better was getting inside ones victims head. To fuck with their mind before fucking with their body.

Lowering her feet to the rock again, Argos turned and pulled the young girl with him over the rough surface to the edge of the cliff. The shear cliff face awaited them as Argos hauled his struggling victim in front of him, pushing her feet close to the edge of the plateau. He then used his free hand to grab hold of the back of her neck and push forward slightly.

The beautiful young girl was only forced to lean forward a few degrees and was in no real danger of falling in this position, but from her perspective terror must grip her. The view of the vertical drop on to the jagged rocks below opened up in front of her.

“Well if beating won’t convince you how about this” he replied holding her in such a vulnerable position. “Same offer stands, Christine, remove your clothing”

He paused for a second before continuing. “Look at it this way, You are mine. You have no chance of escape and you aren’t going to receive any help. Your body will still be used whether you cooperate or not, it is just a question of whether your body will be in any condition to climb down again and whether you have the equipment to do so” reminding her that her bag lay on the other side of the plateau. Not much effort would be needed to toss that over the edge as well

Christine was nearly relieved when the creature lowered her back to the welcoming ground again, only to be pushed and pulled towards the edge. Here is where she struggled the hardest, pushing against his weight only to be violently shoved with precision until she was directly at the edge of the plateau. Her eyes glanced down immediately, it wasn’t the height that scared her, they had never bothered her. It was the flip flop in her stomach she got when she saw the intense vertical drop that would await her, should he choose to throw her over. The jagged rocks were sure to tear her body to shreds as it made it’s way down the drop. Assuming her harness did not hold her.

She closed her eyes, inhaling deeply. In her mind she gazed over the plateau. No where to run, her rope was not long enough to use to climb further, and to climb was time consuming and surely he could catch her again. Even if she could ascend faster than he, once she reached the top, where would she go? There was no way she could overpower him, there was no way she could climb down without fear of simply being yanked back upwards by her only life line. Her rope. With the threat of her body, and the threat of her equipment, should he choose to throw it over the edge, she could still scale her way down the mountain. Only, at a painstakingly slow pace, with immense concentration and dutiful dedication. Something that could possibly be avoided. How could she possibly trust him, how could she possibly surrender over her body to a creature that by no means deserved her, the mere thought causing a sickening sensation to cast over her. Her knees buckled and she tried to push herself back slightly, opening her eyes for more concentration. She knew however, her body at the moment was not in danger. He had already spoken his desire for it. A grimace passed over her face. But what about later? When he was finished with her, he could make this whole thing seem like an unfortunate accident and simply toss her over the edge. A million dreadful thoughts raced through her mind. The thought of him touching her again, caused her to shudder in repulse. She wrapped her arms across her chest. She knew his intentions were carnal and sexual, or assumed such intentions because of the grope from earlier.

Often she’d been told she was stubborn and bull-headed. Often she’d been told she’d been too brave at the wrong times. Not once has she ever learned from any of these experiences. She could not, would not allow this creature to have his way without a fight. “ I wont.” She said strongly, her eyes fixed somewhere below them as she stared directly into the massive drop.

So strength and defiance continues to flow through the young girl, he realised after his threat. Two options now opened up for Argos. He could push further to see if she broke or he could begin forcibly removing the strong willed girls clothing. In the end he decided to do both.

Shifting slightly to the side Argos kicked on of his large clawed feet up against the back of the flexible climbing shoes that she wore, locking it in place to stop her moving her feet backwards. His hands then moved down her body to reach the harness that crisscrossed around her pelvis. While his right hand firmly gripped the back of the harness, the other powerfully pushed her forward leaning her over the drop to an almost horizontal angle.

Instead of now however repeating his request of asking the young girl to remove her garments, Argos’ free hand began using the razor sharp salons his hands bore to begin systematically slicing through the body hugging material of the sports bra

“Very well, Christine” he responded to her “if you will not, then I will and you will not be getting those items back”

Christine watched at the creature said nothing but merely jumped into movement. His hands roaming over her body and gripping the harness tightly. The student almost instantly knew what he was going to do next and went to step backward, thought it appeared he’d already read her by then because his large foot was there to block her movement. Moments later she was suspended in the air by the creature, letting out a loud yelp as she swung upward. She marveled at his strength, her arms flailing in attempt to keep her body balanced as she rocked back and forth above the steep mountain side. She gulped, her body going numb with adrenalin. She dared not move exaggeratedly for fear of throwing off her own balance, her knee’s were slightly bent and her arms were just past shoulder width, which kept the rocking minimal.

The student cringed as she felt his hand roaming up her back, his claws carefully shredding the material of her sports bra. She watched painstakingly as the tiny pieces of fabric blew away in the wind and fluttered down the mountain. As the last of the fabric was tearing her breasts were nearly bulging as though ready to be released. Finally broken free of their prison her pert breasts were kissed by the cool upwelling air traveling up the mountain side, causing her light pink nipples to stand erect and alert. She whimpered at the cool sensation and slowly brought her arms in, her hands gently cupping around the large orbs. Her balance being sacrificed her body swayed in the creature’s grasp. Not enough to through him off balance, but just enough to make the student dizzy and sick from the terrifying sights. Her eyes surveyed the scene below her and she immediately wanted to just be back on the plateau, no matter the cost. “Alright!” She groaned. “Just…Put me down.”

With a certain satisfaction Argos, held the now increasingly exposed girl in her peril less position. His arm remaining solid as she rocked slightly, his grip never faltering even slightly. He smiled as the young girl still attempted to hold her modesty by covering herself with her hands, however it was a practise he did not approve of.

“Well, at least you appreciate the gravity of your situation” he chuckled to himself, his evil mind creating al sorts of scenarios.

“but I think you can beg a bit nicer if you are so desperate to be pulled in”
he chuckled wickedly to her, tauntingly. Obviously, the girl had a strong will. One that he thought would be very entertaining to slowly wear down. To break her mind before turning her body raised a certain thrill for him, and up here, with the cold and the mountains edge he had a perfect opportunity to do so.

With a single flex of his muscles Argos pulled the suspended young girl back up to a vertical position, though he kept her feet very much near the edge of the plateau.

“hmm, better, but I still think you will give me more as we move on” Argos whispers softly into her ear. Her silver hair flows softly in the wind around her head, spilling over his as he taunts her closely. Her body shivers slightly next to his, dressed only in her shorts, harness underwear and climbing shoes and with a firm wind picking up more and more.

Still Argos uses his right hand to hold her harness from behind keeping her solidly in place. Standing slightly to the side of her still his other hand works slowly up the smooth pale skin of her toned stomach before reaching her right breast. Exposed to his assault the orb is gripped almost greedily, by his clawed hand, but he is most careful not to be painful and his retracted talons do not scrape over her fair skin

“Tell me little one” he asks “Why come up here? Being alone is not safe”

Argos smiled at the young girl. “When on this island Christine, always expect company. No one I ever truly alone” he replied to her

The hand that rubbed at her breast encouragingly pinched at the nipple between his finger and thumb, before it moved onto the other breast. The pinch was not hard, but would probably cause minor pain as it woke up the tiny bud.

The young girl, reminded him of a small tribe of warriors he had encountered whilst he had still been human. Most of the men and women had silver hair and similar skin tone, and they were fiery. Most had been skilled warriors, both the men and women, they just hadn’t encountered the greek phalanx system and had no appropriate counter. All the men had died along with a proportion of the women. Those that remained became exciting lovers and playthings for his men. The exceptionally luck made it into Argos’ private harem

Still he held her harness firmly in his hand as he rubbed her breast, using his tongue as he licked the side of her neck. His warm body no doubt providing some much wanted shield from the cold

“Now are you going to remove the rest of your clothes, or will they suffer the same fate as your shirt” he smiled at her evilly.

Still standing firmly behind the young girl, Argos smiled at how she undressed, watching her intently for any foolish attempt to run if deceive him. The clothes went lying on the rocky floor, to dense to be taken by the wind in their crumpled state.

There she stood in her black lace, so sexy. So vulnerable. Being able to do nothing to fight him. Only able to stand there and take it.

Her breast was still there being manipulated by his hand that had an arm firmly gripped around it as she held him for balance. The other hand moved over her flat stomach again reaching the thin underwear that was her only remaining item of modest. He could have sliced it away cleanly and quickly with his talons. But instead his hand just rested over it, feeling the heat coming from her woman hood. Softly he pressed causing the smooth lace to rub against her lips

“I admire your taste Christine” he informed her “Even when you plan to be alone, you choose some suggestive underwear”

Her struggles against him were weak and didn’t affect him. While Argos was not invincible and certainly not immune to pain his position was just too strong. Trying to elbow him was most foolish especially considering that the young girl was holding onto him for balance against the edge.

Her thrashing only meant that the pressure on her panties was harder than expected, the material moving up and down her slit under the direction of his fingers. Argos was quite happy for her to struggle until she realised the futility of her position. All the time during her struggle his warm hands pressed against her as his warm body radiated some heat against her back. Yet her struggles continued against him, leaving Argos to think how to play on her vulnerability some more.

Deciding, Argos took one step back away from her while the hand that hadn’t been fingering her gripped her hair. The hand that glistened slightly with her feminine juices took her by the shoulder and roughly spun her around while the hand on her head, the silvery locks intertwined with his fingers, pulled her down wards, her torso now horizontal, her head looking directly at his crotch along with the cloth that covered his colossal member.

Instead however of demanding a blowjob which was what he suspected she would be expected to perform, he pushed her head between his legs below his penis that rested briefly on the back of her head, just giving her time to sense it’s weight. It was there briefly, because quickly bending his chest over to her back his arms gripped around her toned stomach and lifted her up. Temporarily inverted the young girls body lifted of the ground moving up the monstrous green body as his hands lifted her with great strength. Her legs hooked around his shoulders on either side of his head as she ended up in a sitting position suspended on hid body, his arms raised holding her back.

Her being in this even higher position had the other effect that it placed his mouth adjacent to the black moistening panties that she wore. And his large tongue took full advantage as it emerged from the mouth and began to lap at her hole.

Argos hair was quite short on the top of his head. The deep black was difficult to really pull, but the young girl in such a state managed it. Though her actions were frenzied and violent, the pain that she gave him was minimal, however it was an annoyance and an unnecessary distraction that he could do without.

With her wiggling legs rubbing on the side of his head, Argos retracted his tongue.

“Desist, your pathetic action” he commanded upwards his eyes pointing up to look at her face. “Realise that if I drop you through, some childish retaliation. You will fall of this cliff” he reminded her. “Just a thought” he ended, acknowledging to her that he stood only a meter from the edge of the cliff. In truth, his clawed feet were locked into the ground and unlikely to move, but the sexy young girl above him didn’t know that.

His speech finished, Argos returned to his original task allowing his tongue to work up against her pantied womanhood. The motion became a lot rougher know as her sexy panties began to become a hindrance to his ambition.

Her lithe body meant that Argos only really need to keep one hand behind her back holding his young victim on to his head and really it was only there in case she foolishly tried to dismount him. This allowed the other hand to trace a finger down the small of her back softly, stroking strange lines down the smooth skin. Eventually the wandering finger reached the black lace that was the only thing that kept the on set of nudity away.

With a single talon, the finger made a simple incision down the centre of the fabric, creating a single slit down the back, but didn’t go to the edges of the material, so the structural integrity of the garment remained. Any onlooker might think the exploit was strange as the action weakened the item, but did not remove it.

The action became clearer when Argos’ tongue changed the motion that it had been happily doing, and moved to the side to lick up the inside of her thigh. Once there, the tip moved back up and wormed its way between the soft thin lace and the softer skin of her pussy allowing the rest of the tongue to coil around the front of the panties, like a snake suffocating it’s pray. Knowing that she was watching, the tongue then needed only a simple tug to break the fine strips of material and bring the last of her clothes away in his mouth. The tongue waved them around in triumph, before it uncoiled itself from them allowing the material to fall between their two bodies.

There it was caught by the wind, but instead of being sent hurtling over the edge, the wind blew the now useless garment back on to the cliff, where it hooked itself onto her equipment bag and sat there fluttering.

Her pussy now exposed, the tongue returned to it’s task, letting itself go flat upon Christine’s warmed up pussy lips.