Captive of the Beast Men: Slaves of the Beast Men, #1

By Kelli Wolfe

My body locked with the burning tension flooding through me, and I was afraid that if it was not released soon that I would break.

 

The old ones of Wren's tribe have long told stories of the beast men - terrible monsters that walk upright like men but with the faces and souls of fearsome animals. But when her tribe must flee from their forest home Wren discovers that the legends are not just stories told around the campfires to frighten children. The beast men are terrifyingly real, and they take Wren and her best friend captive. Will the hunters from her tribe rescue her, or will the girls remain a slave of the beast men forever?

 

Hot prehistoric sex with caveman gangbangs as innocent virgins are bred by the last of the Neanderthals.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pink Parts Press
• Release date: Jul 17, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386542018

Kelli Wolfe

I’m currently working on several projects. Preacher’s daughters Avery and Katie will be getting their sequels, Blake and Callie will have be having a lot more filthy fun together, and Professor Feversham will be cranking out new inventions to relieve the terrible symptoms of female hysteria.I’ve also begun publishing romance under the pen name Olivia Blake. My first novel, With One Word, is out now. The sequel, Innocence Whispers, will be out in early 2016.As always, thanks so much to everyone leaving reviews. You have no idea how much they help me to keep going.*kisses*Kelli

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CAPTIVE OF THE BEAST MEN

SLAVES OF THE BEAST MEN #1

KELLI WOLFE

Captive of the Beast Men

Copyright © 2012 by Kelli Wolfe

Published by Pink Parts Press

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Captive of the Beast Men

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Captive of the Beast Men

EVEN BEFORE WE VENTURED FORTH from the quiet security of the trees, the Purple Forest People had legends of the beast men. Our old ones would tell stories around the fire at night of terrible creatures that walked like men but had the faces and souls of fearsome animals. They lurked in the shadows along dark forest trails, or crept up on unwary camps in the dead of night to slay and take captives. And always, always it was the maidens that they carried screaming away into the darkness, for what awful purpose our old ones could not or would not say—they simply stared into the flickering firelight and shook their heads in sorrow.

As we grew older, though, these stories no longer sounded so dreadful. We learned that no one in our tribe had ever seen a beast man, nor did any of our people even know of anyone in the nearby groups who had. The tales were from long, long ago, carried down from long-vanished tribes that were nothing more than distant memories. We no longer believed, and the night held more immediate terrors that we knew all too well—dire wolves, cave lions, giant bears and hyenas—without adding make-believe ones to the list. The beast men became nothing but a tale to frighten gullible children.

Or so we thought.

In the year that I became a woman, the droughts came. Moons passed without rain, and the creeping purple flowers that gave our tribe its name shriveled and died. Food grew ever more scarce, and many died of hunger in the long winter that followed. The next spring brought none of the usual storms, and the slow, brown river which ran through our territory shrank and finally dried up. By the time the third winter of droughts had passed, fully half of the Purple Forest people had died of starvation and those of us that remained seemed little more than walking skeletons.

Lightning strikes from the meager spring storms the following year started