Previously published as Baba Yaga Stole My Spunk!
After partying with his cousins in Moscow, Stefan's more than ready for a break in the countryside. A few nights in the woods should give him the chance to recover from all that fast living. But when he wakes up, he's not in his tent - he's locked in a cage.
Stefan becomes Baba Yaga's newest victim, but she doesn't want to kill him. Sometimes she looks like a sexy young woman. The rest of the time, he wishes she did want him dead.
Contains dubious consent and rough sex with a shape-shifting hag.
This short story is roughly 5,200 words long and is not intended for readers under the age of eighteen.
She stepped back to let me out, but I stayed put for a moment, drinking in the curves of her body as she stood there in the warm glow from the lantern. I knew it was still the old hag. I was reminded of the fact every time she opened her mouth and spoke in that deep, crackled voice. But she didn’t look like an old woman. She was soft and luscious.
As I leaned forward to crawl out, the illusion wavered and flickered out. I froze in place as the firm young body was replaced by sagging old flesh. I closed my eyes and scrabbled backwards, but I couldn’t get rid of the image of her empty breasts hanging down to her spreading waist. A shudder ran through me. I’d be better off dead. Whatever she wanted from me was more than I could bear.
Strong hands gripped my shirt and she hauled me out into the open. I looked away, desperate not to plant any more pictures of her anatomy in my memory.
“Come on.” She slapped my face and shook me until I looked her in the eye. “Be a man.”
At that moment, I wished I was anything but. Then she wouldn’t have chosen me to take part in this nightmare.
The old crone threw me to the ground and I shuffled away from her to nurse my bruises.
“I’m not that bad am I?” She giggled at me and took a few leisurely steps in my direction. I didn’t dare look any higher than her ankles, but as I watched her walk towards me, her feet smoothed out from a mess of wrinkles to youthful skin. I didn’t want her near me, but my curiosity got the upper hand. I looked up and saw that she was beautiful again.
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Published July 23, 2012
by French Letters Press.
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.