The Lost Boy Ch. 04

A.N. Hello errybody!

This chapter was kind of a special treat where the commissioner gave me free reign for the scene so it's near and dear to me :3

The Following Contains: Sexy/Kinky Librarian dickgirl fucking a bottom femboi senseless because that's hot x3. If you're not a fan of such things, avert your delicate eyes!

Other than that I hope you all enjoy! :)

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"Don't look back, don't look back!" Ian's mind raced as he booked it through the bushes surrounding the clinic.

CLACK

His eyes flew open, only a few minutes ago, it felt as if he'd woken from a very unsound sleep inside the building. He was face down on the cool floor, naked with a warm nude body laying against him with its arm draped over his shoulders, and a flaccid shaft of girl meat still snugly tucked away in his bottom. There were muffled female voices speaking down the hall, too far for him to make out what they were saying. Groggily he picked his head up and tried to roll over onto his back, however the unconscious woman laying sprawled up on top of him made the shifting movement awkward and uncomfortable. Made even more so by the sudden 'pop' coming from his ass, waking the boy up by the immediate jolt.

"Oh! Geez..." Ian sat bolt upright feeling the pinch between his cheeks, and looked over at the nurse's out cold form. A content, relaxed smile on her face and her spent cock laying out along her thigh having been released from the comfortable heat of his rectum. The memories than began flooding back to him of the intense, wild fucking he just had with this hot, cock toting girl before him and the older doctor. She was nowhere in sight, but he could vaguely recognize one of the voices in the distance as hers. "What the fuck..." He breathed out, no longer even remotely tired. In fact, he felt awake, very awake. Energized even. So much so that he got to his feet, his legs didn't wobble, they felt fine. And there was no painful soreness in his butt like there once had been when he was first assaulted by Valerie. Instead there was almost a strange empty feeling, like it missed having something stuffed up there. He glanced around the examination room and spotted a neat pile of his clothing in the corner. Quickly he moved over to it and gathered the garments into his arms, his heart pounding a mile a minute. "I gotta get out of here, I gotta-" His eyes found the open window.

Now here he was, hopping on one foot as he forced the other into his converse sneaker. "Come on you...piece of..." He gritted his teeth until the shoe finally seemed to set into place, he stomped it a few times to be sure, then resumed his high-speed run. The second he saw the open window he didn't even hesitate, he leapt for it pushing the screen out and climbing down onto the soft soil outside. Thankfully the clinic was a one floor building, so he didn't have to make any high jumps. Ian then tried to throw his pants on but as he pulled them up, he noticed the long purple tail with the spear tip point casually whipping about behind him. Along with the pair of matching bat like wings coming out of his shoulders, it was then that he finally considered the glass window to see his reflection inside. "What the..."

Tiny little horns poking from his forehead, and wings long enough to wrap almost entirely around his body. His brown eyes scanned over the half-naked image of himself, what was happening to him? What was wrong with this town!?

He didn't know, but he didn't hang around to find out.

So, he hightailed it, throwing the shirt over his head, Ian ran as fast and as far as his little legs could go. Trying to get as far away from the cavalcade of rapist women waiting for him back in the clinic.

Meanwhile back inside, Liline immediately burst into action after discovering that her boy toy had gone missing. She actually kicked the nurse lying unconscious awake and proceeded to cuss the two medical professionals out. They literally left a vulnerable and confused boy alone after giving him a hard dicking, and judging by the broken screen near the window. It was obvious that he probably fled the premises in terror.

She radioed back to the station after feeling satisfied with the amount of times she had spat the words, 'cunt, sluts, bitches, and idiots' and retreated back to her cruiser. Now knowing what she knew about him, he had become more valuable to her than even before. She wanted him to herself of course, but he was a half blood. The sisters of Shelter were going to smell him all over the place regardless of where he hid. It was dangerous for him to be out there alone and unprotected. Liline knew that he could definitely take a pounding, but if the wrong group of people got their hands on him.

He would be in for a long wild ride on many hard cocks.

Liline called in an immediate search for the missing human and sped away from the clinic to also search on her own. Valerie too bolted out of the building to her car, feeling incredibly irked at the whole situation.

Seriously did the term finders keepers mean nothing anymore? She found him before anyone else did, and now all of these bitches were taking turns on her lost little pup. So, she darted to her own vehicle and quickly started it up, it was going to be a wild goose chase right now. She knew Liline would have the entire police force searching for him, so now just pegged the big question.

Who would find him first?

Hours Later

Blue and red sirens still sounded off in the streets of the now awake and alive town of Shelter.

To the casual individual, the day progressed like any other, nothing out of the ordinary at all. Except of course for a strange sweet smell that permeated the air around the women in the streets. None of them could track the immediate source, but they all agreed that something smelled really fucking good. And of course, something had the police force going bat shit crazy. Coppers were driving around non-stop all day, occasionally stopping to question a few of the bystanders about a missing individual who may be hurt or lost. Sometimes stopping to look more closely around one of the parks or alleyways but all seemed to come up empty handed.

Thankfully to Ian's relief he watched another disappointed police woman step back into her car and drive off to begin searching again. He watched from a tiny spot between two bushes in a large gathering of greenery and shrubs nearby an old abandoned store that had some overgrowth to it. The building looked like it had once been used as a gas station, but apparently there wasn't a need for many gas stations in this town. Very few of the cars he saw were civilian vehicles, the rest were police cruisers. It seemed that walking was the favored type of transportation in Shelter despite the people having access to cars.

And by people...he meant women. Nothing but women...holy shit there was a lot of women!

During his entire stealthy adventure of hiding from his pursuers, he took note that he didn't spot a single man as more and more people poured out of the various vintage homes and buildings. Just beautiful girls of all shapes and sizes going about their lives.

"How can this be happening?" He whispered to nobody in particular. "What is going on with this town?" He leaned back away from the opening and let the branches naturally close back up obscuring his face, then plopped onto his rear. He needed to get out of here, if his experience with these girls was worth anything, it was to ward him away from interacting with any more of these passing 'bystanders'. Because odds were, he didn't just get unlucky and encountered four shemale women in a row. Odds were the entire population of this place had weapons of anal destruction hidden between their legs.

His asshole quivered at the thought of it. If all of them had dicks, what was going to happen to him if he was caught? Would they all rape him? He recalled the population tag on the sign they passed on the way into the town. Population 1,012.

"1,012 cocks..." He thought bleakly, his heart thumping hard. If every single member of the population was a girl with a penis, and he was caught. Would each of them take a turn on him? Line up like a train and just one after the other take him against his will? Ian closed his eyes at the image of it, being strapped down to a chair that splayed open his legs wide as the women stuck their rigid members into him, dropping load after load into his butt. Cumming all over him, forcing him to... "STOP!" Ian slapped himself. Several times in his forehead, pricking the palm of his hand on one of those damn tiny horns. This wasn't natural, Ian didn't think like this, obviously something was happening. Was this town cursing him? Was he becoming a monster?

So many questions and not one answer.

He needed to run. But where? Where could he go that he wouldn't eventually be found? The road out of the town was a long open area with no cover, and he tried that already. With his minor experience of wandering around the town on his first night here, he could vaguely remember some of the town's layout. His first idea was to flee, the natural fight or flight instincts telling him to just book it away from this fucked up place. Apparently though the Sherriff had anticipated this move and when he eventually found the correct street, creeping through many back alleys and side roads as possible, he saw a placed road block at the entry road that didn't look like it would be going anywhere anytime soon.

Of course, he could try to sneak by it during the night, but they would have spot lights and flash lights. Plus, even if they didn't spot him, there was a long empty road beyond it. No city or town for miles and miles. This place was practically a pin sized dot on a map. Nothing was nearby, he'd be walking out in the middle of nowhere hoping for a good Samaritan to drive by and give him a lift. Or he could try and steal one of the unused cars available, but he didn't know how to hot wire. And he wasn't sure if he'd want to get close enough to one of these women to swipe their car keys.

Ian was trapped, and he didn't know what to do.

For a long time he sat there in the bushes, hearing the many sirens still sounding off around him. This search was quickly becoming a town wide event, there was no way he wouldn't be found at some point.

"Come on Ian...you've been through stuff like this before." He said quietly, recalling the many times he had to hide from pursuers. Only back then it was in his own home, and help was a 911 call away. This time he was in an unknown land, and 911 was the one looking for him. "Think, think..." He closed his eyes again, this time trying to clear his head. "You're never helpless..." The words he liked to live by in times of crisis. "There's got to be something that can help me." He thought about his suitcase he brought with him. Inside it was his pepper spray, along with his clothes, and the remainder of his money. Where did he leave it? He had it during his walk when he first met Valerie. He had it at the Library. "The Library!" His eyelids shot open as the realization hit him, he set his suitcase next to the side door to the building. And had forgotten about it when Valerie jumped on him.

With any luck, maybe it was still there. It wasn't much, but it had new fresh clothes and a means of self-defense in it. And right now, that was something that he could work with. He didn't know the town by heart, but he knew which way he needed to go to get back there.

He sat back up on his haunches and peered back through the bushes. The sirens sounded distant enough for him to begin moving again, but there were still some wandering ladies in the area. He waited for them to clear out enough for him to take off once again in the direction he remembered taking his first night here.

Melody's Miscellanea/Shelter Library

"So that's what it's called." Ian said staring up at the familiar silver building. Being quick on his feet, he made swift work of traversing the streets and got to the library within the same hour. The big dome shaped building however looked almost the exact same as it did when he arrived the night before.

Deserted.

The parking lot didn't have a single car occupying it, and there were no customers or visitors, or employees or anything around. The front of the building was plate glass, Ian could see right inside the main lobby and it too was vacant. "Maybe the place is empty. And that girl Valerie just made up that it's actually running to get me in a less public place." It seemed feasible, after all no one in this place had been entirely truthful with him thus far. So with a shake of his head he maneuvered around to the side of the building where the fire entrance was. Only to be disappointed as he rounded the corner to see the staircase where Valerie had taken him. But his bag was gone. "Damn it, should've known." She had probably taken it along with him. He didn't remember seeing it when he woke up in her house so odds were if it wasn't there, it had to have been just stolen by a random vagrant.

Ian sighed and decided to look on the inside of the building from this entrance. Maybe instead of taking it she just kicked it in there, out of site out of mind type of solution. Besides, the place looked abandoned anyway.

And it was at that moment a new idea clicked in his noggin as he reached for the door handle.

He waited there for a minute, just standing and quietly listening.

The police sirens were distant, and stayed that way never seeming to get closer at least for the time being. He glanced around and didn't see any of the women from before wandering around. The entire area seemed to be devoid of life.

Was this place forbidden? Or off limits to civilians? Or maybe just no one came around to check it out.

If this was true, then maybe this would make a good hiding spot for him while he collected his baring's and figured out what to do next.

So with this in mind Ian quickly gave the area around him one last quick glance before diving into the stairwell before him and shutting the door. The fact that it was still unlocked only served to reinforce his theory that no one came around here, or at least no one cared if anyone broke in. The room was pitch black save for the afternoon sunlight peaking in through the cracks of the metal door, his eyes took a few seconds to adjust to the sudden blackness until he could make out the grey outlines of a hand rail and steps leading both up and down. He felt around partially blind for the first few seconds trying to locate the possible bag of belongings, getting down on his hands and knees to crawl and feel along the floor searching, only to come up empty handed.

He cursed under his breath again, the hope he had for any sort of aid in this situation vanishing just as quickly as it had come. However, while he was sifting around in the dark, his eyes took note of an additional source of light that he hadn't noticed his first time here for obvious reasons.

Down the steps he could make out another doorway, directly at the bottom of the stairs.

Ian tilted his head, there was writing on the door that seemed to glow with an eerie red light, almost giving off the impression of an 'Exit' sign. But it didn't read exit, instead the writing read, 'Forbidden Section.'

"What?" The boy whispered, now more curious than ever before. There were no lights on inside the room so he assumed that nobody was in there but still, how many libraries had a room called forbidden section? Ian stood and continued to stare at the mysterious doorway, and his brain began to wander with the possibilities of what was beyond it.

His original first intention when he arrived here was to seek out further information about his family. It had been his mission for as long as he could remember to delve into the secrets of his past that all seemed to connect to this one town. Hence why he was so stupidly lulled into a false sense of security at the idea of being able to find the information he needed. But now, no one else as here. And he didn't exactly have anything better to do except run and hide.

Casually Ian looked over towards the entrance he entered from, as if somebody might be watching him. "Well...might as well make the best of a bad situation." he thought looking back at the downstairs door and beginning to descend the steps. He'd already been raped by several dick girls, what was the worst that could happen to him now? He gets raped again?

...well...

He shook his head and determinedly stomped down the last few steps of the staircase and unceremoniously burst open the forbidden door.

Suddenly a flash of bright white light illuminated the room causing him to immediately shut his eyes on reflex as the pain of the brightness hit him. He blinked and squinted his eyes to try and look around the newly discovered area to find...

It was just a room.

A reading room to be exact. Ian blinked a few more times to focus better, but all he saw in this small maybe ten feet by twelve-foot space, a bookshelf on the left and right walls, an armchair and side table in the far corner, and a few shelves bolted into the walls with numerous bound scrolls laying across them.

"Scrolls?" He said, eyes still trying to adjust to the light. He looked around for a light switch but didn't find one. It seemed that this rooms light was tied to some other means of activation. But didn't pay it too much attention as he was still baffled by the odd stacks of rolled up thick papers around the room, not only that, but as he took some cautious steps inside, he took note that the books didn't look like ordinary books either. They looked much older, more like tomes then regular novels.

Rubbing his eyes one last time he approached one of the shelves. Along the binding of the books there were several insignias seeming to be imprinted onto the materials and covers. Nearly all of them were of various Goddess like female entities, dominating smaller and weaker looking males. Straddling their prone naked bodies, riding them doggy style with chains latched around their necks like collars. One of the book covers even had a single poor male entity completely swarmed by female ones, every female equipped with a huge hard cock climbing all over him. One sat on the front of his shoulders with her legs wrapped around the back of his neck forcing her meat down his throat. Another was kneeling behind him and appeared to be toying with his rear, while another was laying prone in front of his pelvis, her lower legs kicked up in a playful manner as she pulled on his balls teasingly. The other women surrounding him all jerked their cocks seeming to be waiting for their turn.

Ian shivered, he wasn't sure but it seemed like he found some type of archive room. And this thought made him almost afraid to pick up a book. But he swallowed the strange emotions the images tried to stir within him and eventually selected the least raunchy looking tome he could find.

This one had a different looking cover on it, bound in strong leather, an image of a town surrounded by some type of field was shown. Along with the silhouette of a man with long bat like wings protruding out his sides, and beneath the town was the image of a small house just below a fantastic festival was imprinted. The whole thing sealed with a red wax.

Being the only book in here that didn't seem to want to compete for dirtiest cover, Ian felt it was a good place to start and broke the seal on the side to open up the book. Its pages crinkled and made soft sounds of settling as if it hadn't been opened for a very long time. It was strange, the text didn't feel like it was written in English. He couldn't explain why, it just didn't read right. But somehow, he could translate it as if it was written out perfectly in readable words.