Prologue + Chapter 1

Prologue

	Anon stepped before the mouth of the cave. It was massive, 60 feet high, 45 feet wide  by everyone’s estimation, and coated in rusty red dirt. Anon clutched his sword tightly, and thought back to home. He thought of his poor mother. He thought of the years long campaign for boys to take up the sword. He thought of the captain of the guard laughing at the thought of such a scraggly boy, just turned 18, taking up arms in the cave. He thought of the long quite journey that brought him and the other recruits here.
	Beside him were two other boys of 18, likely with similar stories. A poor mother who needed money. Confidence that where others had fallen, he would take up a sword and succeed. That foolish pride melting away at the gaping maw leading into the earth, as if trying to devour everything on it.
	The cave was infamous across the kingdom, as was the challenge of the king to clear it. The cave opened up after a heavy storm two decades previously, and ever since the small city nearby had the problem of missing citizens. A blacksmith, a banker, a merchant, a barber. It didn't matter who you were. Anyone sent to investigate never returned. Eventually, the king got involved. Any man, woman, boy or girl, who had nothing left to lose and thought they could would be award a small allowance to buy equipment, receive a few weeks training in the town guard, then be escorted to the mouth of “that damned cave.”
	Standing in front of the cave, though, really changed things. He was decked in some cheaply made armor, all he could afford after giving his mother what he could of his allowance, and that made him feel at least a little secure, but still. It was nebulous before. Now, it was here. And he had to go in. All the cheap armor in the world couldn't protect him from that.
	“Alright boys... Get in there. You knew what you signed up for. Here's hoping I see you again.” Said the old captain of the guard behind them.
	Anon took the first step forward, and slowly the other two followed. They knew they were facing their death. They just didn't know how. And that was the worst part.
	It seemed like mere inches into the cave, the sun had abandoned them. One of the others lit a torch and handed it to Anon. Looking around, the cave had very jagged walls, all of which were covered in that red dirt. Anon was convinced it was dried blood.
	After walking for about 5 minutes, the small party came into a large chamber. Anon, still holding the torch, noticed that walls here were smooth.
	“What the Hell is this place?” he muttered to himself, feeling the wall with gauntlet wearing hand. Looking down at the ground, the floor of the cave had smoothed out as well. It was also level, unlike the slight decline they had just traveled.
	As he knelt down to investigate, a sound echoed from deeper within the cave. It was a quiet but audible howl.
	“A wolf?” one of the others asked. Anon shook his head and closed his eyes concentrating, hoping to hear it again. Instead, he heard something very different. A crunching sound, and the sounds of rocks being disturbed. It came from both sides of the party.
	All three men drew their swords and looked around nervously. The noises grew closer and closer. Anon kept the torch toward the entrance they had just come from. Closer. Closer. They all prepared to jump at the approaching forces... but they never came. The noise suddenly stopped.
	Until Anon felt a pebble hit him on the head. He looked up, and saw movement on the ceiling. Then, he saw movement headed straight for him. Everything went dark as feeling of being bashed over the head washed over him.

Chapter One: Rockwomen (Femdom, unusual female, facesitting, restraint, frottage)

	Anon awoke sometime later, instinctively clutching for his sword. Only he couldn't. He looked around with the little movement his head had, and saw his hands covered under rocks. Or more accurately, slipped into rocks. The ground had been altered and reshaped to his hand, and looking down, his feet.
	He had been merged into the floor of the smooth room he was in. The torch was, fortunately, still lit. It had come to rest about about ten feet behind where his head was.
	Pulling and lifting with all his might did nothing. The ground gave no inclination of moving for him. He couldn't even ball his hands into a fist, the fit was so tight. After struggling for a few minutes and growing tired, Anon started taking in his surroundings. The light was letting him see somethings, the smooth walls, his bound limbs, the small amount of blood his head had left.
	“What hit me anyway?” Anon said to himself. He didn't need to wait long to find out. As if reacting to his voice, a creature revealed its self from the wall. It had blended in perfectly until it moved, revealing a small crevice which it had pressed itself into.  Approaching Anon from his right side, he saw the shape of a woman. The... thing was quite buxom, and had quite the waistline. Its skin, he noted, was doted with points of jagged rock, as if crystals were growing out of it. The most notable aspect of this creature was hear head. Instead of a human head, as Anon was expecting, a large chunk of stone was there. It reminded him of a broken gravestone he had seen. She (It? Anon thought to himself) had no eyes that it could see, but it did have a mouth. It was a hole surrounded by barbed rocks, and it was very wide.
	The creature, Anon thought, looked like a cruel sculptor’s creation brought to life. Though he was not well educated in monsters, one of the others in his group speculated that rockmen, or in this case rockwomen, were to blame for the disappearances. It appeared that he had been right.
	The rockwoman brought her face very close to Anon's. It breathed heavily and let out a hiss that sounded a bit like rocks being rubbed together.
	In response, Anon let out a loud grunt. The creature grunted back. He grunted again. She grunted, louder. Finally, Anon started lifting his torso up, then lifting his armor clad body clang back down. Hissing and grunting loudly now, it seamed the rockwoman had enough. She lifted one foot, and placed it on Anon's chest. She must have weighed a ton because suddenly Anon couldn't move his chest an inch. So he started screaming. The rockwoman bent down and put her hand over his mouth. Anon noted that he hand was marble smooth, except where the crystal imperfections grew. He had little time to admire her hand, however, as she removed it after a few moments. Where her hand was, rocks from the surrounding ground reached up to be, creating a seal over Anon's mouth. He grunted indignantly.
	The rockwoman, tired of him, sat down on top of his armored chest. The armor bent at the weight, and nearly crushed Anon where he laid. She studied his uncomfortable face, and tilted her head. Although she had no eyes, it seemed that she could see fine. She reached out and started touching his hair. She played with it a little, twiring it around in her fingers. Then she moved her hand to his face. The hand was cold, but it was smooth, and caressing.
	Anon felt oddly comforted by this. It was obvious that she could kill him if she wanted, but she was keeping him alive for some reason. Presumably as a curiosity.
	The creature next did something very odd. It started sliding up and down on Anon's chest. Just a little at first, but soon it was hard to ignore. The rock on iron grinding sound was starting to get louder. Then it started panting a bit. Anon was confused at first, but then it dawned on him. Under the gag, he was blushing. He was being used as a sex toy for this monster.
	The rockwoman then reached down to each of Anon's hands. Her hands moved through the rock as easily as a human's would move through water. She grabbed his hands, and started moving them. Instead of hitting the edge of the rock, the hole his hands were trapped in moved with him. First she guided them from his sides, up to her legs, stil trapped within the rock of her body. She kept them trapped there for a bit, grinding away on his chest. Eventually she growled slightly and grabbed his hands again. She pressed them down to the rock of her body, and started moving them around. Anon finally grasped what she wanted him to do.
	Gingerly, he begin rubbing at the rock where his hands were trapped. She hissed slightly and started grinding harder. Anon continued, rubbing, with a little more vigor. He didn't like being used as a creatures sex toy, but his life might depend on it. The creature then moved his hands again, moving them up from her legs up to her ass. Anon continued rubbing, and started to get a little aroused himself. The stone was completely smooth, but curved in a way familiar to the human form.  She did the same thing again, moving him up from ass to her breasts, where he continued rubbing. After a few minutes, he really started getting into it, enjoying the sensation of being trapped within his new partner.
	After a few minutes of this grinding, she finally stopped. She caressed Anon's face for a few moments, as if to say thank you. Then, grabbed his hands from out of herself, and violently pushed them to the ground at the sides of anons head, merging them to ground again. She shifted herself, lifting off of Anon's chest and putting herself above his face. At this point Anon got to see her beautiful pussy. It looked like a sculptor's masterwork. As if it would be soft to the touch. As soon as it was pressed against his face, however, he discovered that it was not.
	She put some, but not all of her massive weight down on his head.  Anon stuck his tongue out, and her pussy had no give what so ever. That didn't stop her from enjoying herself, however. She continued rubbing her pussy against him, and he kept licking an attempt to please her. As a reward, she started rubbing his codpiece and his hardening cock under it. Anon involuntarily started girating upward, encouraging her.
	He continued licking, hoping to earn release from her, in either sense. After a few continued minutes of grinding, finally, she started twitching on top of him, signaling her orgasm. She collapsed forward, falling off of him and onto the smooth ground and panted for a few moments.
	Eventually, she rose from her position above him. She returned the rock gag to his mouth and added another restraint to his torso. Worse, in Anon's mind, was that she left him raging hard on. He growled and tried to yell, but nothing came of it. She went back to her small gap in the wall, perfectly cut out to make it seem as if there was nothing there at all. Anon sat there for a while until he eventually calmed down. After another hour or so, he nodded off, with the thought “maybe being a sex slave for a rockwoman wouldn’t be so bad” on his mind.