Captured

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Part 1

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.

 

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  • xxy

    holy hell did that suddenly get disgustingly racist. eat shit.

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