Fang of Control - chapter 1 of 6 - Sex Stories

Fang of Control - chapter 1 of 6

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I wasn't having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I'm Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I've hated being called 'Junior'. I'm my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn't died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I'd never want to wrestle ...

... him.

Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant 'Power' and 'Dominance'. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

I decided to report the remains in the cave tomorrow, but the tooth was MINE! I put it in my pocket, and easily climbed the mountain between the cave and my truck. I made it back in only an hour. That morning it had taken me three hours and two rest breaks to get there.

I stopped for supper at the diner where I had breakfast earlier. The pretty blonde waitress took my order and I waited for my food. That morning I had thought she was far too attractive and young to be interested in me, so I shyly stole a few glances at her. I have no idea why, but when I finished eating I asked her; "How about you give me a blowjob and dinner on the house?" There's no way I EVER would have said that before!

I expected the first part of her angry reply, "What kind of girl do you think I am! Are you some kind of…"

I took the tooth out of my pocket and she stared at it ...