Her Reptiles

When Christie awoke she had no idea where she was. Her head was groggy, and as her eyes cracked open slowly, she realised that her head had been bleeding, the dried blood splitting as her eyes opened. The wet sensation on her face told her that it was recent; her beautiful blonde hair was sticking to her cheeks and was dangling in front of her face. She felt weak and was wondering how she was still sitting up. The answer to that swiftly forced its way into her senses as she became aware of the chains and manacles holding her wrists up, her body slumped forwards leaving her dangling in mid air with her knees out and her heels against the wall. Painfully shifting her weight, Christie repositioned herself more comfortably on the stone ground with her back against the wall and her legs out along the floor, her arms still uncomfortably restrained above her. They felt sore and the blood was thumping inside them, not only because of the position they were in but Christie realised that it was that particular pulsating pain that came from small grazes and cuts. Her palms and forearms had also been bleeding. From what she could tell she’d been dragged along the ground. Not good.

Trying to gain an idea of where she was and how she got there Christie’s mind was swirling in a maelstrom of thoughts. Looking around her she saw that she was in a cave of some sort, illuminated by a strange bioluminescent bluish light, pillars of rock spread about her. Her black t-shirt, the laced bra, and her tight jean shorts were still on, as were the panties she wore underneath, telling her that nothing untoward had happened to her. Yet. That chilling after-thought made her heart go cold. Someone had to have put her into those manacles yet she had no idea who.

The last thing she remembered was being down at the cove beach and wandering along the rocks looking for small pools with bright shells. The time had flown as she had been traversing the rock pools and before she had realised the sun had begun its descent and was drifting slowly towards the horizon. Christie remembered standing to shade her eyes and look out at the beautiful sun and the lights that twinkled on the water as it dropped. She also remembered that as the sun came down the light had manipulated along the wall of the cove and briefly pierced the shadows to reveal a small entrance into the rock. Intrigued, the girl had begun to step her way through the rocks to reach the wall. As she had been walking, the slimy algae on the rocks had slid underfoot and she had tumbled forward, managing to put her hands down to keep her head from hitting the hard rock, instead sacrificing some of the skin on her hands. As she had pushed herself up and cursed at the horrible sting of the grazes on her arms and the salty seawater adding to the pain, the last thing Christie remembered had been looking back down at the rocks and seeing, in the reflection of one of the small pools, a pair of yellow eyes right behind her head, followed by a dull pain to her head.

‘What the fuck were those eyes’ she thought to herself.
‘More importantly how do I get the fuck out of here?’ Christie began to feel the panic rising within her and she yanked furiously at the rusty chains above her trying to break them free from the cold stone wall, thrashing harder and harder as she realised they weren’t moving and she was trapped. She was almost too scared to scream and began to cry silently. Suddenly out among the pillars of rock came the slight echo of small stones rolling. Christie’s tears stopped and she felt her heart began to pick up its pace slightly. Only silence in her ears.

After calming down briefly her pulse shot up as the sound came again, closer this time, followed by a strange thumping and slithering sound which didn’t dissipate. Bringing her knees up to her chest, feeling terribly exposed, Christie prepared herself for what was coming. The sound grew closer and closer and soon out of the semi-darkness a shape began to form. It looked like a man at first but as it came closer it thickened out and got taller, taller than a man by at least a head, maybe two, even with its slight hunch. The head was long and its legs and arms looked thick and well muscled. Christie deduced that it was the steps of the thing that was coming towards her that was making the dull, heavy thumps but what was that slithering sound? Peering at the silhouette the gorgeous blonde girl took in a breath as she saw what lay between the shadow’s legs.

‘Could that be what I think it is?’ She thought. The creature, as she now saw it was clearly not human, had a tail dragging behind it which was making the slithering sound as it was pulled over the wet stone floor.
As it finally reached the light Christie saw two things about the creature which took her breath away. First; the beast was completely covered in greenish-blue scales and rubbery spines, second; the tail wasn’t the only thing that was between the creature’s legs. Its massive member hung down loosely, unburdened by clothing of any sort as the gigantic Lizardman stepped up to where Christie lay chained.