Captured: Part 1

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By Kangaroo08

 

Everything seemed to move blindingly fast after the unexpected landing. A battered truck with three young black men carrying rifles screamed to a halt next to the plane.

Then followed a headlong dash across the dusty and open ground toward a small village some five miles distant. After a brief stop at the village my wife and I were separate from the other passengers and crew. We were the only white people on the plane and at that instant we feared for our lives. Another ten miles of painful travel took us to an old farm homestead. All the buildings were wooden but a quick observation told me they were designed to be misleading. Even though roofing iron and weather boards appeared loose and poorly maintained on close observation it was not.

As we passed what seemed to be the main residence I saw an older white man in the doorway. For a moment he stared at us then he turned his back and entered the house as our jeep screeched to a dusty stop near a long barn.

“Out you get,” A young soldier prodded us toward the barn.

“Where are we,” I inquired, calmly, although I was far from calm.

“Shut up and get in the barn,” The soldier threatened.

Inside, the barn was divided by a long orange brick walkway. Jail like cells on either side appeared to be recent additions. In a previous life this barn had probably been horse stalls of some quality.

On one side several cells were now occupied by three or four huge hounds. On the opposite side only one cell was occupied. An almost naked man sat, head bowed, on a straw covered bench at the back of his cell.

June and I were bundled into the cell next to the man and the door was quickly slammed behind us. The man, if that was what he was, lifted his head listlessly. God, he was ugly. A brutish face with many scars and a badly disfigured nose all overhung by a protruding bony brow. Thick ape like lips and black and broken teeth completed what was not a pretty picture.

Although his face was striking by its ugliness his body was striking for its size and power. Not muscular, but obviously strong he was perhaps six and a half feet tall with a wide barrel chest that was covered in thick matted hair. Thick hair also covered his tree trunk, arms and legs. The overall effect making him a fearsome looking person. His nakedness was only covered by a grimy and skimpy loincloth that covered very little.

“Hi!” I offered lamely. He didn’t reply, but his formerly disinterested look now seemed more alert as he fastened his eyes on us.

“Hi!” I tried again as I saw his sudden attention. This time I received a grunt for my effort. Then I noticed he was not looking at me, but at my wife. I moved toward the bars separating the cells.
“My names Tim what’s yours,” I inquired rather lamely.

He grunted, ignoring me.

I moved between my wife and the beast man and again tried to engage him in conversation. His response was to move from his place on the bench and move to the dividing bars. I turned to June “You try,” I said as I resignedly moved toward the straw covered bench at the end of the cell.

At that moment the rasping of a key in a padlock followed by the banging of the outer door, heralded the return of the soldiers. With them was a young black woman carrying a steaming bowl of water, several cloths and what looked like a shaving brush and razor. They came directly to our cell. The soldiers entered first.

“Remove your clothes,” The leader directed. I hesitated.

“Both of you, remove, your, clothing, NOW!” He spat each word with a threatening menace as he waved his gun at us.

I looked at June and she met my glance. For a moment I saw fear flash through her blue eyes. I smiled lamely, then shrugged. Slowly we began to disrobe.

“Faster,” In a few seconds we were down to our underwear.

“All of it, all of it, shoes too, Hurry!”

In a moment we both stood naked, and although the barn was a comfortable temperature I felt cold. June moved close to me as the soldier kicked our clothes toward the door

The Girl handed me one of the cloths and a length of thin leather. Seeing my confused look she said. “Tie the belt around your hips and fold the cloth in half and tuck it over the belt.” Here voice was cultured British. It took my shaking hands longer than the simple task required, but I finally had the cloth in place.

The girl turned to June “Sit on the bench and spread your legs.”

“No, why are they doing this to us?” She grabbed at my arm and I pulled her close protectively.

“Do as you’re told, the girl ordered.” June again refused and the girl looked at the soldiers and then at me.

“Tie him to the bars,” For the first time the girl showed that she was definitely in charge. In an instant the soldiers had forced me back against the cell bars. Before I could resist, they had both my legs and arms tied.

“Now sit, all I’m going to do is shave your pubic hair.”

June looked at the girl questioningly, but said nothing. Then she turned to me before sitting meekly down on the bench. She opened her legs a little. The soldiers had big grins on their faces.

Wider the girl ordered, June slowly parted her legs so that all could see the flaps and grooves of her secret place.

“What are we doing in here, next to that thing?” The ugly man’s face was now pressed right against the bars only feet from where June sat in her humiliating position. His ugly face had a broad grin, of sorts, on it and his loin cloth was being pushed out by his hardening manhood.

The black girl looked up at the beast like a man, and said, “Haven’t seen a white woman in the flesh have you Beast?” She returned to her task of applying a thick gel over June’s’ pubic mound, and massaging it into her hair. June was afraid to move.

“Beast is sure enjoying this,” one of the black soldiers observed. Look at that pecker rage.

Despite herself June looked up briefly. From her position on the bench, she was looking straight at Beast’s groin and the now uncovered erection. In his excitement Beast had brushed aside the loin cloth to show his pulsing uncircumcised member. The foreskin had stretched back revealing part of the glistening engorged crown. A small sticky bead of liquid clinging to the tip of the thick monster that was perhaps three or four cm longer than mine and proportionally thicker.

June flushed red. It was probably fair to say she had never had such obvious displays of sexuality directed at her, ever.
“Can’t say as I blame you Beast, that shore not a bad piece of ass,” The other soldier suggested. “I could tackle it myself.”

The Girl whirled around and snapped, “You know what your instructions are and you better not even entertain such ideas.”
“You know we’re just joshing girl. We know what we gotta do.”

After several minutes the girl took a cloth from the basket and rubbed the gel covered mound removing the hair. The girl had finished shaving June’s’ crotch and applied some ointment to the new smooth skin. June drew a sharp breath as the liquid seared her raw skin.

“You can close your legs for a while,” the girl suggested as she removed the shaving dish from between Junes’ spread thighs, chuckling at some secret joke as she rose and moved to the door.

The soldiers, who had proceeded the girl from our cell, entered the Beast’s cage through the dividing door. Clearly Beast had some violent traits as the men were extremely careful, watching his every move. The girl moved into the hall to wait, perhaps a little afraid as well.

With guns drawn the men forced the reluctant Beast up against the cell bars where they placed a neck clamp around both the bars and the ugly man’s neck. Beast glared defiantly, but did not struggle. Then the soldiers parted Beast‘s legs and manacled them to the bars. When he was secure they remove his loin cloth. At this point the girl entered the Beast‘s cage a little tentatively.

“Jesus you smell, Beast,” she spat.

Even though he was secured she applied the gel to Beast’s groin quickly and repeated the procedure that she had used on June. The girl was clearly nervous despite the close attention of the guards holding the beast man. In spite of her nervousness the girl seemed to take some delight in balancing his huge balls in her hand and fondling his erection. His rod twitched and he showed his decaying teeth in a snarl. Even as she shaved the brute much of his concentration was on June. Even when the black girl puts the ointment on the raw shaved area he didn’t flinch.

In addition to the ointment the black girl took a large glob of clear cream into the palm of her hand and rubbed it along his shaft slowly, erotically, watching for any reaction from Beast. If possible, the best man’s shaft had grown with the stimulation. The veins standing out even more. The beast’s genitals were big not overly long, but swollen thick. His testicles were many times bigger than mine. They were much like those of a small bull, hairless, smooth and hard. They hung suspended between his bowed legs.
His penis had pronounced vein lines and wart like lumps that made it look rough and menacingly brutal. In addition, it was bowed abnormally to the left. All in all it was an ugly leg. His penis had pronounced vein lines and wart like lumps that made it look rough and menacingly brutal. There was something about this man, this thing, which was not quite human. There seemed to be so many differences from a normal human that birth defect, injury or diseases could not explain them all.

I noticed that June, who had avoided looking at the beast man at first, was now watching him from under her eyelashes. The beast, the beast man, may have been but his ugliness also made him compelling. His animal display of unguarded sexuality only feet from June’s face was gripping. She was still naked and her whole body flushed red from embarrassment or stimulation, I wasn’t sure which. Her feet rubbed each other slowly. In some perverted way I was turned on as well. I felt my shaft harden.

Finished the black girl rose and the soldiers left Beast’s cell and pushed the door closed again with a shrill squeal of un-oiled hinges. The soldiers, perhaps wisely, undid the beast’s manacles from this side of the bars. He snarled and spat as he was released, shaking the bars viciously. The soldiers backed off.

Finished they left by our cell door. As he swung the door closed the soldier looked at the agitated beast then at June, “Good luck, lady.”

Ignoring the strange comment June rushed to the front of the cell. “Where’s my loin cloth?” She asked.

It was the girl who replied. “You won’t need one for a while darling, I’ll bring you one later. By the way, that’s not a man, well not all man, it’s got a gorilla dad and a black mother, and you taught that couldn’t happen didn’t you?” With a broad grin on her face, she turned and walked through the door. It was all quiet.

Quiet except for Beast s’ heavy agitated breathing. He was standing next to June at the front of his cell where she had pleaded for her modesty. Beast reached through the bars and tried to touch her, she jumped back smartly at his brief clammy touch on her’ bare shoulder.

June moved to the other side of the cell and retreated toward the Bench and did look at the Ape beast. Beast followed, all the while pressing against the bars, reaching through, and trying to get close to her.

“June, untie me please.”

“Sorry, I forgot.” She mumbled, as she came to me and started to untie the bonds about my feet.

Then a piercing screech behind her made us both freeze. The dividing door swung open. “Christ, they forgot to shut the door,” I moaned

June spun her head around to see Beast paused at the partly open door. The beast looked just as startled as we were.

Quickly realizing his situation he pushed the door fully open and entered our cell. June had only partly risen when Beast reached her side. He reached down with one large, powerful hand and placed it firmly on June’s shoulder. Then as he pulled her to her feet, he traced one finger gently along her cheek as his other hand caught June’s wrist. His ample erection pressed firmly against her back. His body odour was rank.

Eyes wide with fear June the beast turned her and she now stood facing the beast, unable to back away, unable to speak.

He grunted something that sounded like words, and they seemed threatening. “June, say something,” I hissed.

“What?”

“I don’t know? Anything… Anything that might calm him, can’t you see he’s agitated?”

“Calm him! Calm him? In what way calm him? Look at him, what do you think he wants? Have you seen that thing of his?” June’s reply was a mixture of horror and distress.

“If… If I say I like him, and IF he understands,” she paused briefly, pointedly, then continued to whisper “You know what he’ll think?”

Beast‘s slippery erection jerked along June’s spine, she stiffened. “You see? Look at his thing poking into my back, it’s rock hard.”

Beast’s two powerful hands were gripping June tightly, hurting. June looked at the grossly ugly face and gagged at his powerful body odour. “You’re hurt… Hurting me, Beast.”

“Ah! Oh, I-I guess I like you, Beast, just a little.” She seemed to feel the need to qualify her reply. “You’re big and strong, Beast.”

Beast’s face lit up with understanding. As June had suspected, ‘like’ to Beast meant something far more than just ‘like’. My stomach churned with fear. Things were out of control and I was helpless to do anything. Beast pointed at June then at himself and letting her go for a moment, clasped his two paw like hands together palm to palm and locked his four digits.

Understanding clearly, June replied without hesitation. “Beast, I can’t be your woman,” she turned to me.

“That’s my husband, I’m his woman. I can’t be your woman.” She tried to sound forceful as she pointed to me. Hopeful her confident reply would satisfy Beast and that he would accept her explanation.

The beast looked from me to June, reasoning was not his strong suit. Nor was Beast negotiating, he was demanding. He looked at me viciously, and grunting moved toward me threateningly. “No, Beast, no! You don’t have to kill him,” June’s new-found confidence faded quickly.

She Jumped in front of me and put her hands on the repulsive beast man’s arm as she attempted to restrain his movement. As she did her arm brushed against his rampant greased rod, It Jerked alarmingly. It seemed most of his reasoning was well south of his head. Beast pulled June hard against his chest, claiming her as his own. His slippery hardness reached almost to the underside of her Breast. He pushed his hips hard against her. I could see his testicles churning in a way I had never seen before. The huge bull-like sack hang low and was not tightly bundled as mine were when I was hard. They were also big, perhaps four times the size of mine.

June’s shoulders slumped noticeably as she saw choices slip away. “Well, ah…” She turned to me. I shrugged helplessly. “Please help me,” she hissed.

“Beast untie me please,” I asked, in one desperate effort to buy time, “We can talk about the woman.”

He shook his head in the clearest sign yet that he understood English. “Please, Beast,” I implored, “Untie me.”

He shook his head emphatically. “Oh, Jesus,” June hissed. Her eyes flicked to his ugly face I could see the restless hot hardness pressing into her chest. Then I heard June utter again “Oh, Jesus!”

Beast’s oversized testicles were continuing to stir furiously against her soft stomach. Now from the tip of his already slippery rod dribbled a clear liquid that was running down June’s stomach, leaving a glistening trail. “He’s cumming on me,” June hissed. “Beast, you mustn’t hurt me. You… You must promise.” June’s voice was shaking with panic.

She looked down at the dripping staff. “Beast, please! I don’t want to, please Beast don’t,” June continued shakily. “Please, please let me go, PLEASE. Beast! I’m only little and you’re so big you may harm me. You don’t want to do that, do you, Beast?” Boldly, with every attempt to reason getting nowhere she cautiously touched his huge, misshapen flesh, briefly, then continued “This, it’s too big for me, Beast.”

The beast had misinterpreted the touch. He paused, then wrapped one arm about June’s waist and led her stumbling into his cell. Beast dragged June protesting to the pallet at the back of his cell and pushed her onto the crude bed. “No, Beast! Don’t hurt June, please, I’m not ready. Sit, please sit… Sit here.” June’s voice came in panting gasps of fear as she patted the bunk.

For a moment Beast looked quizzically at June then sat beside her, I could see from her face that his body odour was making her gag. She looked back at me in despair, then reached out with her palm and ran her hand across his chest and down to the flat of his stomach, stopping at his navel. I could see the Beast’s stomach muscles contract involuntarily. His straining rod oozed more of his beastly venom that spilled like amber lava from the penis tip and ran down the already glistening shaft making it even slicker.

June also saw the Pre-come lubricating his pole. She knew that this animal-man would not be able to control his urge to mate for longer. “Beast, please don’t hurt me, please,” I heard her beg softly. Obviously trying to soothe the beast about to take her.

Her eyes move to the misshapen shaft. She moved her hand between her parted thighs. I noticed that her vagina folds were open and glistening. After touching herself briefly, she looked down and a puzzled angry looked flashed across her face. Her hand returned to continue her fondling his soft belly hairs that nestled at the root of his penis. I groaned and my tears began to flow. “Beast, just let me stroke you. I promise it’ll feel good. That’s all you want, isn’t it?” I heard her whisper.

“June, please don’t do it, please.” She didn’t even turn to me, but looked up at the Beast as she cupped his seething balls lightly in her hand. As she looked up the Beast’s face was coming down to meet hers. “Oh God,” she groaned

 

Chapter 2…

***The story is now taken up from June’s POV***

As my hand came to rest on this horrible beast’s warm stomach I accidentally brushed the sensitive head of his member, it flicked in response and the Beast gasped at the sharp pleasure. His huge hot rod expelled more slick pungent lubricant onto the back of my hand.

The beast’s body odour was overpowering, I gagged and struggled to hold back the bile that welled in my throat. His raw animal sexual display was scaring me and I could hardly move. My body trembled with fear at the looming rape by this gross creature. I had already seen that there was no escape and nothing or nobody was going to save me. I became transfixed on his grossly malformed shaft. My hand so close was covered in his pale yellow pre-cum. It was much darker and thicker than Tim’s cum, almost as a reflex I rubbed my wet hand over my cunt lips to lubricate them.

It was then that I became aware that they were abnormally swollen, tender and very moist. The black bitch, I thought. What was in that ointment? Those people who had captured us had obviously set this up. I was meant to be mated with this beast.

The Beast’s hip pressed hard against mine and his whole body was vibrating from the sexual tension. He was on the edge and I knew that he would not stop until he had had relief. I was going to be his receptacle. His testicle bag was continually moving, the two large balls jostling in the tight sack. I heard Tim beg me not to do it, but I had no choice and I didn’t respond. This beast man was going to take me and struggling was not a sensible option.

I looked up at the misshapen features trying to determine what I should do next, but I was taken by surprise when the Beast’s head was already coming down toward me. His foul breath made me gag and the bile came to my throat. I tried to push him from me, but I couldn’t budge him. His mouth clamped on my shoulder and his breath came in putrid gasps. I flinched at the shock of one great paw clamping onto my left breast as the other slid under my left thigh lifting, dragging me tightly against him until I lay prone on the pallet.

The Beast’s thumb rubbed my nipple, not deliberately, but I hardened in response all the same. I was struggling to breath at this point his drooling, putrid lips were all over my face and neck. He now covered me completely. Drizzling precum oozed onto my lower belly at an impressive rate. My stomach was saturated and slippery and the leakage was covering my pubic mound. God, it was like a tap, I thought.

I had lost my will to resist. I was more afraid of being hurt if I tried to deny him. The hand under my thigh had moved to the small of my back, pressing me suffocatingly tight against his powerful chest. Slowly he forced me further backward and I was able to lift my legs onto the straw covered platform as he did. For a brief moment he lifted from me to ease back between my spreading legs. This is it, I thought.

I could feel myself starting to become dizzy with fear and expectation. The Beast’s hand slid from my chest and parted my now unresisting legs.

“Ah, no,” I moaned “Uh… No! No! Please, please, please! Uh… Don’t!” I gasped, and gave a strangled cry as he clamped his teeth into my shoulder in the manner of a rutting beast. But I hardly noticed the nasty nip he gave me. I groaned once more as I felt him make the first tentative prod His knee pushing my legs further apart to make way for his broad powerful hips. I briefly resisted, then my legs opened and I lifted my knees in surrender.

The Beast’s was fully between my opening thighs. My groin tingled at the intense attention of his beastly member. I could hear Tim calling, screaming.

“No, June, I love you, don’t, please don’t… Don’t let him do it. Don’t let him, please, please, please.” My husband’s pleading tailed off into a sob. I had no choice, unable perhaps now, at this point, unwilling to resist.

The Beast pressed forward into my crotch and at the same time he continued bighting at my neck with his decaying teeth. He was trying to burrow his shaft into my exposed opening. I cried in anticipation of the pain that would follow. In spite of my horror, I raised my knees a little more, opening myself wider, to his unspoken demands. I could feel his blunt, warm, slippery hardness nudging, searching. He was still dripping precum like a dog. My hips and inner thighs were sticky with slime. Men didn’t do this, what was this beast, I wondered? Was he as the girl said, half-ape and half-human? His aim was to low at first, then too high, slipping along my greasy furrow without catching. All the time the Beast kept dripping more of his juice.

“Easy, Urrrg… Don’t hurt me, Beast. Ooh!” I cajoled, in an effort to diminish his brutal assault.

I clamped my eyes even tighter blocking out all but the smell of the beast above me. Even with my eyes closed I could still see, in graphic sordid detail, every movement of the ugly misshapen man about to mate me. Perhaps my picture of what he was doing was enhanced through the darkness. The secret need to know what doing it with someone else was like was about to be answered in the worst way.

I opened my eyes for the first time since the Beast had touched my breast. His powerful arms rested either side of my chest. I raised my head a little and I was able to see the harsh purple crown already partly encased in my clasping sheath. I looked across at Tim. He was calling over and over.

“June? June? June! No! No No! Oh. God. Please!” My Husband shouted.

His voice seemed far away and retreating as my thoughts centralised on my pulsing groin. Then I could no longer hear his cries only his mouth opening and closing. The Beast having found my hole was now pressing his thick stiffness past my outer folds. I closed my eyes once more and gasped, stiffened, then lifted again as he pressed his huge member down and forward.

“Oh!” I grunted with a little surprise, but not from the expected pain.

His invasion was stretching and spreading my gripping sheath. His brutal knobbly member grated against my silken, clinging walls. I was right, he was too big, but the expected pain did not happen. Discomfort, a pleasant discomfort surged up from my groin into my abdomen. I thought I would lose consciousness. He eased back. I moved with him so tightly was I wedged onto his thickness. He again slammed me forward and back my head tossed in snapping movements and my back arched in an effort to take him deeper, to finish this discomfort. The dogs started howling as if encouraging the beast above me.

“No, No, No!” I cried.

My ears were ringing with my own screams, as he jerked his hips, hammering his member frantically, then he paused, groaned, then withdrew a little paused for a second more then crashed back violently. The Beast’s body was shaking. I whimpered, and lifted my legs high into the air, anticipating a violent drive at any moment. I watched through tear filled eyes, I saw his straining, gloating, dribbling ugliness above me. He was breathing in raspy gasps between clenched teeth. Sweat ran in rivulets from his face and shoulders. Then the ugly man tensed, as his penis twitched powerfully. Anticipating his next move I pressed my hips onto his shaft. I screeched once as he drove his powerful hips back against me.

Shuddering with his own pleasure he lifted his head in an almighty groan. He kept pressing forward in an effort to climb further into me and deposit his seed directly against my cervix. My head slammed into the cell wall at the end of the pallet. He was now only inches from my face, looking me square in the eye, his mouth wide open, panting drooling, grunting and tense.

Only seconds after he had driven his devastatingly thick shaft into my clinging tightness he was firing his load, in hot shuddering blasts from his powerfully lurching member. I felt the warm bubbling gushes deep inside me. I started to sob. The Beast was uttering animalistic groans, almost yelps and his whole body trembled.

For maybe two long minutes he hung over me sweat dripping onto my blushing pink nakedness. Our groins welded wetly together. All the time his shaft jerked and twitched. I felt more of his copious cum dribbling into the crack of my behind as he filled me completely. Then as he slowly, ever so slowly came down from his climax he withdrew with an obscene sucking sound. His warm juices flood from my vagina onto the prickly straw, making a wet puddle under my behind. God, how much had he pumped into me, he was defiantly not human, I thought.

My tears flowed freely as my body heaved with loud sobs. The Beast rose from the pallet his penis slick and glistening, a huge grin of sorts showed his triumph. He panted in a snarling grimace of victory. He had mated me and his animalistic desires were achieved. I was sure now he was not far removed from the apes. Someone had found a missing link.

Spent, the Beast slumped onto my tiny body, heaving and gasping for air. His weight was strangely comforting. For maybe five minutes he just lay there going soft inside me. Then, the Beast slipped from my distended hole, his penis like a slimy lumpy slug rested against my leg. He pushed from my still entwined legs and rolled from me. Turning me onto my side of the pallet so I faced Tim.

The Beast rolled over and placed his back to the wall behind me. He lifted my left leg and began to stroke and fondle me exploring wetly with his fingers. My clit was extremely sensitive and each time he touched it, it was like an unpleasant charge of electricity applied to my most sensitive part. All the while he watched Tim for his reactions.

Tim was as emotionally spent as I was physically spent and only stared blankly at us. The Beast’s penis pressed into and between my butt-crack as he continued to explore my entire body. It could have been no more than twenty minutes since he had flopped free before I felt him began to harden once more.

God, he was going to do me again, I thought. He couldn’t, not this soon. However, he left me in little doubt as he was again clawing at me, exploring with renewed vigour, I gowned inwardly. He explored my entire body for perhaps ten minutes or more before flipping me on my back and taking me for the third time. This time he was more aggressive as he humped into me slamming me hard into the pallet as he tried desperately for his third climax in less than an hour. My already bruised and battered vaginal walls screamed for relief.

With each thrust the Beast’s gasps grew shorter and he was biting me painfully hard on the neck and shoulders. It was then that I noticed that he himself had several bite marks and a huge developing bruise on his shoulder. This was clearly a result of my loss of control when I had orgasmed just a half hour before. Then he came once more, but this time he kept humping as he fired his load. He slipped from me accidentally after the first few copious gushes firing semen into my groin and stomach. He tried to slip back into me, but was almost spent before he was able to regain entry. The Beast slumped from me and was almost instantly asleep. I smelt and felt so dirty from perspiration and sex juices that I no longer noticed the Beast’s unpleasant smell.

It was so hard to tell the time in the barn, but it must have been well into the evening perhaps nine or ten. The lights still burned brightly as I lay there with the smell of carnal juices combining with the foul musty body doors of the Beast I was unable to sleep.

Suddenly, I realised that the lights were over bright, not normal. Why? I looked about but I could see no reason for them to be this bright. Finally, despite my situation I fell asleep. I could not have been asleep very long when I felt the heard stirring of the Beast’s huge cock digging into my buttocks. I cautiously I rolled over to remove the annoyance, disengaging the Beast’s huge hands from my breasts. The beast was still sleeping, breathing heavily and he only stirred a little. I was now facing the huge hairy body. His rock hard penis were twitching as he slept. The foreskin was stretched so hard that it was almost completely pealed back revealing the smooth pink and purple crown. The thick blue veins wound through warty growths that stood out proudly. It was, at the same time threatening, grotesque and strangely handsome.

“What are you thinking about, you ugly bastard?” I whispered.

Before I realised what I was doing I reached out and touched the tip, it jerked as if it had a mind of its own, and my hand flew back. The Beast groaned, I looked quickly to his face, but he didn’t wake. His testicles slowly churned within the scrotum. Making more cum, I surmised.

I reached out again, and placed a finger lightly on his bag. Still, he didn’t move. I slowly wrapped my fingers about his shaft, not knowing why, except that I had always been fascinated by Tim’s penis and this one was much bigger. I told myself I didn’t want him to wake, but fondling he would surely do exactly that. I could feel my own groin tingle, become wet. I knew I should let go, but I couldn’t. I was fascinated by this ugly appendage. It was so virile, so ugly and yet so handsome. I had to hold this grossly grand thing in my hand, I wanted it, needed it, inside me one more time.

My own abused groin stirred and contracted as I clenched his shaft a little tighter. He groaned. I didn’t move nor did I let go. He rolled onto his back, leaving me less room. I clung desperately to the edge of the pallet while still holding the Beast’s shaft.

I looked toward Tim, he seemed to be asleep. God, I’m getting wet, I thought. How could that be? Suddenly, I found sex again. I looked at the proud, ugly, bent rod, not at the beast man, but his sex. God, I want that thing in me again, I confessed to myself. I couldn’t believe my own thoughts. Slowly, I let the ugly appendage loose and turned once again to look at Tim.

Should I untie my husband, I wondered? What if I did? What would happen? Would I be putting him in danger if the Beast saw him free? What would, what could, Tim do except be hurt? We couldn’t escape from the cell? I knew I must leave him tied up, he would be safer that way, but I had to speak to him.

I eased from the bench carefully. I took one step toward him. Suddenly, a huge paw caught my hand. The Beast dragged me back to the pallet. Tim had woken. He screamed. “Let her go. Let her go, you filthy beast.”

I ignored Tim deliberately, and spoke directly to the Beast. “June not leave Beast. June Beast’s woman,” I said, to console him as I saw what appeared to be anger rising in the beast man. He pulled me back to the pallet and I immediately rolled onto my back raised my knees and parted my thighs offering myself to the beast man. I patted my wet pussy. “You want a pretty lady again, Beast?”

The Beast placed his hand on my crotch and pushed two digits in deep. I gasped, Beast withdrew his fingers and smelt them. Then, as he eased between my legs, he showed his slick fingers to Tim in a defiant gesture before again pushing them back inside me. I stroked his arm and lifted my hips as he worked his fingers inside me. My hand slid from his arm to his erection and, I slowly eased the foreskin back over the bulbous crown. The skin was tight and I wet my fingers with spit and finished the job. The Beast had stopped fingering me and looked to see what I was doing. I in turn looked back into his ugly face in a defiant fashion that I hoped showed that I would not be a victim.

“Come, Beast, fuck me,” I reached for his massive arms and pulled him toward me as I leaned back. The ugly man covered me as he accepted my invitation. For the first time I felt that I was in control.

He slobbered all over my face and breast. I gagged from his fetid breath. His hips started pressing and searching. As if a trigger had been pressed I shuddered and lost control in the expectation of his imminent entry. Without realizing I had I was biting savagely on his neck and ears and lifted my hips pursuing his hard rod. The Beast drove forward with a hard thrust. Our push towards each other was simultaneous. My eyes and mouth shot open with surprise.

“Aarrrrrrgh.”I screamed loudly. The thick shaft sank into me in one forceful plunge.

I looked into his vacant blue eyes for the first time. He had not moved since the first brutal thrust. I clung to the Beast with all my strength trying to absorb all of him. I clamped my vaginal muscles about his shaft several times in a rhythmic motion and he soon got the Idea that everything was OK. He started to slowly pump into me in long, smooth, lubricated strokes.

For the first time I was able to look at the Beast while he took me. I had been raped three times already today, and this was the fourth. Perhaps, it was different this time. I had really wanted it, perhaps more than the Beast. It was sex, for the gratification of a need I didn’t know I had until this half-ape raped me. I panted as his stroking became more frantic.

The Beast was on his elbows taking all of his weight and the slapping of our wet groins echoed around the small cell. My breasts rotated on my chest with each thrust. I pushed my hips down to make better contact with his rubbing shaft as his balls slapped against my wet butt. For the second time in a few hours I had an orgasm building. I felt the Beast’s strokes quicken. He was going to beat me to orgasm again.

“Uh… Arrh… Slow down, please don’t cum, slow… OHHhh, not now,” I breathlessly begged as I felt my orgasm build. “Slowly… Please don’t… Don’t,” my back arched and I felt a hot flush building through me. “No, no, no! No, stop, don’t cummmm, sssssstop Arr… Arrrrrrh, Ooooh,” my pleading was not needed.

I shuddered and started to scream, louder and louder with each mind numbing contraction. As wave after wave of pure exhilaration washed over and through me, I slipped into a world I had not experienced before. All senses slowed down to a state of slow motion, I fainted.

I came too with the Beast slumped on top of me. It was then that I realized that we had probably cum together. The Beast was still inside me, his drooling mouth wide open gasping for air. His heart pounded against my chest as he fought to gain control. We stayed this way until his heart rate slowed to almost normal then he disengaged.

As he rose I swung my legs over the edge of the pallet and sat recovering with my head bowed and cum dribbling from me. My skin was clammy and sticky, it glistened with perspiration and sex juices.

Much later I was recovered enough to stand and instantly the Beast was by my side. He had no intention of letting me out of his cell. Just then the outer doors opened, and the girl entered the barn. She carried with her a basket and some cloth.

“Good morning,” she said brightly. “I see you’ve swapped cells. I was sure you wouldn’t be needing this last night.” She handed me a belt and a loin cloth. “Oh, and perhaps this might help you clean up a little of the mess. He comes like a horse, doesn’t he?” With a big grin she then handed me a wet towel.

“He’s a big boy,” She gave me a knowing wink. I glared back.

The black girl moved to the next cell, and released Tim from his bonds. He slumped to the floor, unable to support his own weight. Paying him no attention the girl slid a plate of food under the bars and returned to the Beast’s cell and did the same.

“Pretty lady good fuck, Beast?” She gave an obscene gesture at which the Beast responded with a vigorous nod.

“Good boy, you did well,” She turned to me, “And so did you, that was some performance maybe you have made some babies, yes?”

“What do you mean, performance?” I snapped ignoring the babies crack.

The girl pointed to the lights generally. “Performance, you know action. We videoed it, every bit. You were great and those screams, terrific, just terrific.”

My stomach heaved. “You… You can’t have? There’s no cameras.”

“Oh yes there is, twelve in all, and all pointed at you every minute.”

With that, she turned and walked away, turning just before she left the barn. “The doctor will be in to examine you soon,” she said. Then she left.

 

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