XXX-Fiction

By Suemartin.

Part 3…

I had been returned to my room after several hours in the surgery where a barrage of blood tests and a gynecological exam was exhaustively carried out. After a long hot shower, I collapsed onto the bed and was instantly asleep.

I woke when Viv was returned. She looked awful and it didn’t take long to understand why. She had slept very little in her time with the bonobo’s. There were six or seven males in the enclosure with her all of the time. While the bonobo is a relatively relaxed and even-tempered ape, they, along with humans, are one of the few animals that indulges in recreational sex. And they had. Viv had been subjected to an uncountable number of couplings with the Bonobo’s and while there was pleasure, at first, as time went on it had become a chore of indignant indulgence and demand. To make things worse the lights had remained on in her enclosure to simulate perpetual daylight.

Viv was aching all over and she smelled of that rank animal smell so often associated with zoo enclosures. So occupied by the bonobo males her hair hung in tangled knots not the usual well-groomed locks that Viv normally took pride in. She couldn’t wait to bathe the grime, the stench and mess from her aching body that she had accumulated from her numerous bonobo partners.

In our enthusiastic reunion, we hadn’t noticed that we had both regained our ability to talk. Our vocal cords were purged of what ever had frozen them. However, we were far from normal, just a short conversation had resulted in an almost instant straining our voices so ill-used in recent days. Once again we were rendered almost speechless.

While Viv showered, I decided that we must at least make an attempt to escape. Our bodies and life were not to be our own if we remained here. We were nothing more than stud females to be used and experimented with by a mad person. I searched around for paper, well aware that we were being monitored constantly, but not sure where the cameras or microphones were situated. If in fact, that was how our every movement and conversation was recorded.

We had to go, of that I was sure and I scribbled down my thoughts on the back of a carton flap for Viv to read and placed it on her bed. When she came from the shower looking like a different person Viv sat on the bed and I inclined my head toward the message next to her. Slowly she read it, not lifting her head from the scribbled message until something like a minute passed. When she did, she looked directly at me and made the slightest nod of assent.

********

It must have been an hour later that we found ourselves outside of the compound and by mutual consent, we were following the road, such as it was, to some unknown destination. The rutted track outside the compound was little more than two-wheel furrows that was seldom used and never maintained. Somewhere, not too far off, the low grumble of a Lion calling to its friends focused our reality. We were all too aware of our danger, but we had considered the risk and took it when we had escaped. Suddenly we grew conscious of our new threat as the sounds of prowling night hunters on the ground and in the air seemed to fill the seemingly quiet night with all kinds of threats.

It had taken time to clear the security gate, but we knew that when we had, it was almost certain that the security conscious Tom would find that we had escaped. We jogged along the mound between the furrows covering the ground easy at first, but our recent confinement soon told as our muscles began to tighten and our legs grew heavy with fatigue. As we slowed to a walk, panting for breath Viv pointed behind, toward the direction of Tom’s compound. There were two yellow eyes of headlights coming down the track, maybe a mile distant, for that is what I estimated we had traveled from the compound perimeter. They were using two powerful spotlights to sweep the countryside on either side of the track as they came. We couldn’t as yet hear the vehicle, but there was little doubt that they were following the same track as we were.

“We have to get off the track,” I croaked and pointed and Viv nodded her agreement.

It was rather obvious and I could have saved my damaged voice box by just pointing but old habits die hard. We managed to run into the dried brown grass that covered everything for miles around and afforded cover from all but the searching light.

The searching men in the vehicle approached. The growl of the vehicle in a low gear was now clear. We ran deeper into the grass. It was tall here and by mutual consent, we crouched down on the warm soil between clumps as the sweeping beam of light grew nearer and nearer. Somewhere, somewhere close another sound. Neither of us could tell from where it came but it was close.

The beam of light cuts through the darkness, not more than a hundred meters distant. The lion grumbled that big cat base purr that they make. Not one, but several animals were between the light and us. The brown grass shimmered as the searchlight turned night into day.

Someone in the searching vehicle called out, “Hey, there’s something in the grass over there!”

The truck stopped and the second light joined the one that was focused over us. Our hearts sank as we realized we had been found. It had been a short but futile attempt at freedom, but now we would be taken back.

I looked up straining to see where the vehicle was and what the men were doing. At first the bright beam prevented me from seeing anything then as my eyes adjusted I saw first one then two, then as I adjusted my vision even more there appeared, further off and less distinct at least three more Lions.

“It ain’t the women, a voice muttered it’s that bachelor group of young lions. They had a big kill out here last night and their bellies are full. Probably looking for a bit of fluffy tail I expect.”

The men laughed, as men do and the truck jerked forward and the light was gone as the men on warthogd continued to make ribald comments about the young lion’s chances of finding a receptive female. I turned my head to look at Viv, inclining it toward the lions. I wondered if they knew we were there. It seemed unlikely that they didn’t. They were wild animals tuned to detect the most minuscule of scents. However, they were distracted, at the moment, by the departing red tail lights of the search vehicle.

My emotions were running riot with my physical self. My knees trembled, my throat tightened, I felt an uncontrollable need to pee. In fact, I had no way of stopping the uncontrollable pressure, no matter how hard I clenched. I moaned with despair, I didn’t want to attract the lions, but somehow habits and demands are just as hard to control, I pushed my panties over my hips as my bladder took control and the flood of pee gushed. In the pristine bush air I smelt the sharp smell of my own pee; the lions did as well.

My movement in removing my panties to avoid soiling them combined with the smell of warm urine in the night air drew the lion’s attention back toward me. I’m sure they knew we were there and had more than likely been following us, probably from the moment we had exited the compound gate.

Now, we’re close enough to smell the lions. What were they thinking? Surely not sex, but maybe they were. There was something about me that attracted animals. I had found previously that a number of animals seemed naturally drawn to me. I hadn’t brooded on it in the past, but maybe, just maybe I was producing pheromones, while not animal specific, that were arousing to all animals that I had so far encountered.

First one head turned toward me then the others turned. The long grass was sparse and concealed nothing. In the moonlit darkness the lions looked larger than life. The closest lion was distinct in every detail those further away were silhouettes, yet with some features clear and well defined. I noticed that all Lions were now becoming mobile.

It was funny, I had thought later, that I had never at that moment, in the savannah grassland, considered being attacked or mauled by the lions. Perhaps it was what the man in the truck had said about them being fed and randy or words to that effect. Lions and most other hunting animals with full bellies seldom kill for fun. Perhaps if threatened, they might retaliate, but not for sport.

It was then that I had remembered the panther, that gorgeous black creature back home and the painful joy of our encounter. The purring rumbles that he transmitted from deep inside his chest that added an indescribable feeling of pleasure. His sharp withdrawal that hurt and the bighting down on my neck as he tried to prevent me from turning on him like a female of his species might as he wrenched his fleshy barbs from her tender vagina.

“Bunch your skirt around your neck and shoulders,” I made a croaky effort to warn Viv to protect herself from what I expected to eventuate in the coming minutes. As I forced myself to speak, I was already lifting my skirt and slip up over my shoulders and for added protection I pushed my discarded panties into the bunched folds.

I kept my head down as the lion approached. His huge paw was the first thing I saw in front of my face, then his cascading main and chest was above me. I trembled with a rising fear. I had no right to think lions, here in the African bush, would even consider sex with a human over a quick kill. After all humans were the lions only real enemy in a place where they were the natural and rightful top of the food chain. I had made a conceited assumption that Viv or I could be a suitable surrogate partner in the absence of a lioness in the immediate vicinity. It was pretentious, but sadly human.

Visibly trembling, I was now confronted with a wild lion in its environment. My skirt and half-slipped about my neck and shoulders and my white ghostly white bum naked and vulnerable. I watched the first set of legs walk around me as another leg attached to another lion appeared in front of me. Momentarily distracted by the new lions’ presence I was startled by the sudden and powerful contact of the pressing body of the first lion as he leant against me as he sidled around me, searching, exploring, watching and smelling me. A hot rough tongue began to lick my back as the lion in front of me licked my face.

I shivered with fear, yet I knew that if the lions were about to attack their attitude would be more aggressive and less attentive. The lion behind me licked and pushed my soft, fleshy behind like a child playing with play dough, making my soft, pliable cheeks ripple and fold under his slobbering tongue. The lion who had continued to lick my face had made it sticky with dripping slobber, but I sensed a growing tension between the two lions who were vying for my favors. The one behind me began to make soft but clearly threatening rumbles toward his brother lion. However, my face and hair was still being coated by even more dripping drool.

With my eyes closed, my mind was creating a visual kaleidoscope of erotic fantasy. I still shivered with fear but the fear was becoming dominated by an arousal of my other receptive senses. I could feel myself becoming wet and runny and the lion licking and sniffing my behind must have sensed my heightened arousal. Somewhere in the distance of my foggy mind I heard a sharp cry from somewhere close. I knew that it must be Viv, but my eyes were glued shut by lion drool and I was unable to look.

Then I cried out myself as the lion’s tongue slid roughly across my Vulva as he tested what he had already smelt. Then his head left my bum and I felt the animal unhurriedly straddle me by walking over me with his forelegs planted each side of my chest. His chest, brushing my naked lower back and behind as he brought his hind legs over my hips and he settled, pressing me down under him. Again, I heard Viv cry out, but it wasn’t a cry of pure pain nor of fear. Without hesitation the lion covering me began to drop his groin into the curve of my behind and directly aligned with my wet vulva. His warm belly was pressing down on my naked hips and his hind feet had shuffled up alongside my knees as he prodded and stabbed into my vagina.

The lion began to mouth me around the shoulders, but he wasn’t biting. I hardly felt his penis enter me and I had no idea of how far he had gone. I felt the fleshy barbs rolling forward and back against my slippery vaginal portal and a gentle slapping of his testicles against my pubic mound suggested he was fully seated within my slickness. The second lion had backed off when the first lion had mounted me, but through the misty slickness of spittle coated eyes I saw that he had remained close.

The lion thrust was gentle but persistent. Not long, vigorous strokes, but none the less pleasant. Then I felt a warm bubbly spreading inside me and the lion grabbed at my neck with his open maw more determinedly than he had done seconds ago he had ejaculated and I felt somewhat deflated. Without hesitation, he was lifting of his hips to withdraw. Then, with a tug from his spiny penis he was gone. I made a stifled cry as the fleshy barbs scraped my tenderness, but he had taken, maybe only fifteen seconds to cum and I felt a little dejected with unfulfilled expectation.

The presence of the lion was an intimidating situation that I found hard to deal with. My head was spinning with all sorts of nasty outcomes. Just one bat of that huge paw had the potential to rip me open. The jaws ware another threat of imminent demise. I felt lucky that I had been able to dodge the hot, sharp love bight by rolling away as the lion withdrew sharply.

Now, as I lay on my side among tufts of dried grass the lion satisfied walked away several meters. The second lion and now a third of the small bachelor party were nuzzling me expectantly. I managed to roll back onto my belly and rose onto my knees and hands shakily.

A roar almost in my ear made me jump nervously as the second of the lions straddled me and dropped his haunches as he shuffled over me. I felt so small and naked, so vulnerable, as the poking barbed penis searched and found my dribbling pussy and immediately the lion made a forward push that embedded him inside me. I stiffened and drew a sharp, noisy breath as he seated himself over and inside me.

Comfortable he began his short rocking thrust just like the other lion had. My week arms and legs wobbled under his pressing weight, but his body warmth in the cooling night air was in a strange way welcome. For some reason I was more conscious of the moving barbs of stiff flesh just inside the neck of my vagina. I could feel his vibrating rumble of fulfilling lust as he continued to hump me for ten or fifteen second that seemed a lot longer. Then a twitch of the prickly penis followed by a wet hot discharge was mingling with the other lions cum.

For a fleeting moment I wondered just how much cum a lion shot up inside me. I could feel the wet hotness, but had no idea how much it had been. The lions climax was accompanied by a loud rumbling roar against my ear, then he made a halfhearted attempt to grab my neck as he quickly dismounted. In part my query was answered as I felt a trickle of lion semen dribble onto my leg as I again rolled sideways to avoid the mauling mouth.

As I paused to watch where the lion had gone the third of the group that had been harassing me and each other closed in and his giant paw came down on the calf of my right leg. I cried from the pain of the claw that dug in and scratched as he drew back as he lowered his big mane fringed head to sniff and lick at my semen saturated pubic hair.

With a groan, I again rolled over to present the randy male with what he wanted most. So far the lions had behaved and apart from the scratch on my calf, which had now begun to seep blood, they had made no attempt to get rough. My arms had grown weak, so instead of trying to support myself by my arms I folded them and rested my head on them. With my head on its side, I could see Viv who was being mounted by a lion as I watched.

From my angle I could see the dangling scrotum of the lion tapping gently on Viv’s mound with each gentle prod. As I watched the lion continued to hump Viv with measured strokes that seemed to take longer than I had calculated, but soon he had finished and he sharply withdrew and walked back toward me. It was only then that I realized that they weren’t satisfied with a turn each but they were going to continue until totally satiated.

The searching truck passed by several times, but each time we were covered by one or another of the randy five. This didn’t stop ribald comments from the men that I won’t repeat. Had they known we were the lions receptacles they would have had something more to say when they recaptured us.

All night we were subjected to tireless mating’s. The moon had sunk below the horizon and the darkness was unbelievably close, although I did have some night Vision after time. The rutting continued until the false dawn washed the sky with a promise of a new day. The Lions, drained and spent, sloped off. The search Vehicle hadn’t returned for hours, but it would come daylight. As we gathered our composure and stood together, groins aching and chafed, we decided that we had to find a place to hide.

The guy in the truck had been right, the beast’s tummies were full and food had been furthest from their mind. They were on a mission to fill another tummies in an entirely different way. These were young lions, probably brothers who were excluded from the females of their pride and would soon have to establish themselves among their piers if they were to breed and add their D.N.A to the lions of the African.

We, Viv and I, had been used roughly by the lions. Not rough in a brutal physical sense, but we humans were small in comparison to the huge size of the hard muscled lion and an inadvertent and misplaced paw hurt along with the flashing teeth that occasional did make contact without neck and shoulders during the lions brief climax. Although sex wasn’t so physically demanding with the lions as it had been with men or other animals, in spite of their bulk, their penises that had not seemed all that big did take their toll on the tender flesh of our sex.

“God, I’m still shaking Viv wisped huskily, afraid to fully extend her voice in case her throat failed her again.

“Funny that you say that because I feel all jittery as well, but I thought it was just me. I was so afraid that those lions were going to turn mean at the slightest provocation. We had better get moving before they start their search all over again when there’s enough light” We looked at each other and decided through mutual but unspoken agreement to head off toward the south of the track at right angles. It wasn’t a random whim, there were more trees in that direction, perhaps a river or a creek where we could find both water, shade and a place to hide.

We made steady progress toward the trees, but we were hampered by the internal damage caused by the spiny penises of the lions. In addition, I was leaking and the inside of my thighs was slick from the light pink discharge from our overfilled vaginas.

Finally, with the feeble rays of the dawn sunlight painting the crisp brown landscape with a dull golden glow we made the shelter of a tree lined stream. A stream it may have been but now it was a series of waterholes that were shrinking in the last days of the dry season.

We had made it just in time because the distant rumble of unmistakable truck motors cut through the sounds of the morning cries of the local bird life.

“Just look at that,” Viv lamented as she pointed at the mud holes and exposed logs.

“Yeah! I was so looking forward to a wash in clean clear water. I feel so dirty and grimy and smelly,” I said.

“Me too, but there is no way I will drink or wash in that stuff.”

Viv sighed and sat on the thin grass at the stream edge. The birds and insects around the muddy ponds weren’t so particular, this was one of the few remaining refuges that sustained life and before I sat next to Viv, I noticed the array of footprints in the mud surrounding the stagnant pools. After a long silent spell as we looked regretfully at the waterholes, I turned to Viv

“I don’t know about you, but my pussy hurts something awful.”

“I know, those dicks were like sandpaper, weren’t they.”

“Yeah! They were and I didn’t think they were ever going to stop fucking us,” I said. “Every time I looked at you were covered by a big furry stud. There seemed no end to it. They were quick, although they did take longer later on. I lost count to tell the truth.”

I sighed and looked down at my aching groin.

“I lost count at twenty six and there were heaps after that, heaps.” Viv said and shrugged, looking away.

*****

For the next hour or so as the sun warmed to its daily task we sat quietly, straining to listen for any sound of a truck approaching. There was more than one out searching this morning, maybe three.

“I hope they don’t come this way,” I said. “But I think they will when they can’t find us anywhere else. May be a good idea to look around for some place to hide when they come so we aren’t taken by surprise.”

As I spoke I looked around, but there seemed very few options open to us. A quick check of the near vicinity showed that there was no real place that provided a safe hiding spot. The only exception was the undercut bank of the deepest mud hole. When the rains come the water flows pretty rapidly I guessed and the outside bend nearest us had been undercut enough to form an overhang that may provide some degree of shelter and concealment. However, it would mean jumping into the stagnant muddy pool. It hardly bore thinking about, but if there was an alternative to capture then this was the best and only place.

The day passed slowly. The air was thick and heavy with heat, it was a dry heat. Not the oppressive humid heat of coastal regions. The dryness only served to remind us of our need for water, we were thirsty and tired. Both Viv and I slept intermittently. Little twinges and sticky residual seeping were a constant reminder of the rough night we had endured with the Lions.

By midafternoon the searching vehicles and men could occasionally be heard. They seemed to have established a search pattern and from what we could hear there was now a vehicle on either side of this, almost dry creek bed. I wondered how Tom was taking our escape. There seemed to be little doubt that he had spent a lot of time and money on his insane project and he must be livid. Mad he already was so he was beyond being mad, I guessed.

“They seem to be getting closer,” Viv observed when she saw that I was awake.

“Yeah, seems so, looks like we might have to get into that disgusting hole of filth.” I rolled my eyes back at the thought.

“Oh gross, a mud bath filled with all sorts of critter poo.” Viv had articulated my thoughts and it didn’t help to think about having to submerge ourselves in the revolting ooze.

An hour later and it was a reality. Shuddering we eased ourselves into the viscus brown and green slime hardly recognizable as being once a flowing stream. It smelt like crap and was very likely, mostly just that. However, with the searchers closing in on the small patch of scrub that had been our refuge for the day we had no choice but to splodge through the ooze and conceal ourselves as far under the bank as we could and pretend we were just part of the muddy mess.

The sun was going down as first one motor then the other arrived at the tree lined banks. I looked at Viv and all but our hair and faces were covered by the stinking sludge.

“I don’t want to do this” I whispered. “But we need to get mud all over as our hair sticks out like you know what.”

Viv scowled and in an unspoken agreement, we held our mouths tight shut and clamped our nostrils with our fingers and slowly dipped under the cruddy sludge.

“Where do you think those two bitches are?” I recognized Asad’s voice as he called to someone across the ditch.

He has been just above us and across the depression I saw a man standing clutching a rifle. The light was fading fast and he appeared as a silhouette. I realized then that with the sun in his eyes and the bank above us casting a long shadow we were well concealed. Much better than if we had planned it.

“Search me, we have covered every inch of this place for ten miles in all directions and not even a sign. Tom is going to be right enough pissed with us for not finding them.”

“Fuck Tom, he’s the least of my worries, he may be yours but he’s not mine. I find the girls and bring them here for him to do his little thing with. That’s it, it’s all about the money for me.”

“Well, I work for him and these two are as far as he’s got with his experiment. These two bitches are duffed for sure, he told me as much. They got apes in their bellies right now and we need to find them.”

“Something may have found them already,” Asad threw an unfinished thought at the other man.

“You mean a Lion?”

“Well, maybe there was that bachelor pride that was hanging about last night close to the road. They looked rather sluggish this morning when we saw them a couple of miles back sleeping off a good feed I reckon.”

“Yeah!, Maybe, but we best get back to the compound now it’s too dark to search any further besides, I see some warthogs coming down for a wallow.”

With that, both vehicles were gone.

*****

Viv and I clambered from the black pool of mud, our clothes such as they were clinging to our bodies, our hair was plastered like that of a South American Indian except our mud was a greasy black not red as their ceremonial hair mud was. The reek of the rotting vegetation clung to us as we stumbled up the steep bank of the drying water hole. In what was left of the fading light we were able to see the slow procession of a family of warthogs with their large heads and short curling tusks coming along the bank in search of what life giving water there was.

We were not going to avoid the ugly beasts, that was only to clear, so we hunkered down beside a low shrub and waited for the troop or herd or whatever a group of warthogs is called to pass. But even as they approached it was clear that they had seen or perhaps smelled us. We certainly stunk, but to a Warthogs familiar with the daily ritual of visiting the stinking, drying, water holes we were most likely a not so unpleasant a smell.

The leading Warthog paused. His beady pig eyes straining to see in the dark. His head lifted and I could hear the sharp intake of his breath as he sniffed at the air. For several minutes he remained still all the while I could see his head in what remained of the fading light turning this way and that as he tested the still evening air for any sign of a familiar danger but finding none he moved forward once more. Now however, he changed course a little away from the water course bank and headed directly toward us. We remained unmoving as he approached.

“We have to stay calm and still, I think they’re mean buggers,” Viv whispered as softly as she could.

“Shit, we didn’t see this coming did we?”

The warthog Warthog his tiny watery eyes glowing approached us almost inch by inch. Several of the other animals had peeled off from the quite large group to add their support to the confused and cautious leader.

The animal was clearly confused and I was under no illusion of what might happen if he was in any way spooked. Viv too was clearly of the same mind as she tensed and waited as the ominous looking animals approached us. I had seen the film of fleeing Warthogs being pursued by a Lion or to be more correct a number of Lion. They were quick and agile and could maneuver with some dexterity. Now all I could see was the large flat heads of the animals as they came close.

“June, flash your butt at them,” Viv whispered. “You seem to be able to get animals interested in your pussy, better that than being tusked by them.”

In a way Viv was right. There was something about the pheromones that I gave off that attracted most male animals. I had been thinking the very same thing as the beasts approached. As crazy a thought as it was, it was worth a try.

Before I had time to move the warthogs were confronting us. Their heads low and their shaggy haired bodies bristling and trembling. Even in the fading light the dusty bodies of the animals bore testament to rolling in dust baths. The strange flat faces with the high set eyes, the backward sweeping tusks looked brutal, but I couldn’t help but think they might be a lot worse if they pointed forward. I felt a sudden shiver roll down my spine. Between tusks and eyes, two sets of large swollen bulges that made sense to their name of the Warthog.

Not for the first time in recent months I wondered what in hell I was doing messing with potentially dangerous animals. Admittedly the Lions and now the warthogs had not been part of our plan. However, circumstance had delivered us here and I swore right there and then I was going to get my life back on track if I survived this increasingly weird Odyssey. For now it was a standoff with three wild warthogs.

“Don’t stare at them June, look down or something,” Viv whispered, but the sensitive ears of the warthogs pricked and twitched, showing that they had heard her.

I followed her advice and lowered my eyes, but now I was straining to see what they were doing. Slowly I turned, I felt the short hairs on my body prickle as I felt vulnerable to the unseen. One of the warthogs came closer and followed me as I turned, pressing close as he did.

The sun had completely gone now but the glow of the rising moon was enough to see the warthog’s eyes watching me quizzically. The male continued to follow me until I had turned one eighty degrees all the while I heard a loud clicking sound that had started low but now was quite noisy. A bubbly foam that grew in volume the more he clicked made him take on a rather unpleasant wild look. Not that he was anything less than ugly to begin with.

After perhaps ten minutes or so I was getting uncomfortable and my muscles ached so I carefully eased forward, he followed still clicking but now the wet froth that had clung to his mouth was dripping copiously. Emboldened, I edged forward a little more, perhaps a meter and he continued to follow.

For thirty minutes or more this follow the leader behavior continued. The Warthog was definitely interested in me, but was it sexual or not. It was clear that he didn’t see me as a threat by his behavior. The other two warthog’s were milling around seemingly aimlessly, but occasionally moving closer, then backing off as the clicking warthog’s clicks increased nervously, threateningly. Viv was not being ignored either as she remained on her hands or knees, appearing subservient as the warthogs checked her over.

Nothing was happening as we had expected and finally I circled back toward Viv. “I’m tired, I need to sleep.” Every bone in my body ached.

“Try it, see what happens,” Viv advised. “Over there, under the tree there seems to be a grassy patch.”

I took her word for it and continued to crawl with my consort following.

*****

I woke with a start. I was cold and my dress was stiff from spending the time in the muddy hole last evening. For a time it took me to orient myself with my surroundings. I had slept sound, so sound, I had woken confused, but my first sight of the dusty warthog sleeping beside me brought me back to reality. I stank of pond mud and I ached from the time spent on my hands and knees last night. My groin still ached with a dull deep ache. The lingering fatigue of my time with the Lions the previous evening had left me sore internally. My knees were grazed and I noticed that they had bled some as well. There is no way I was going to crawl about today.

I did my best to stretch out the stiffness, but as I did the Warthog woke with a start and commenced his close attention. The other animals also rose and moved closer from their resting place under the trees in their dusty hollows. The clicking warthog seemed a little more attentive this morning as he sniffed me closely. I closed my eyes as he sniffed my face and hair, then in a slow, careful perusal he worked toward me, but tasting my scent by sniffing the air as he went.

Click, click, click. The clicking noise that sounded a bit like two tusks rubbing together, but that was impossible as the tusks didn’t come anywhere near each other, perhaps it might be teeth clashing together in rapid movements. However, most likely it was his tongue and teeth gnashing as the foamy froth again began to build around the warthog’s mouth. I don’t know why my mind was wondering like it was but the situation was so unreal, so bizarre it was as if I was having some out of body experience where any distraction seemed acceptable.

“Move away from him, June,” Viv advised

“Viv, I can’t do what I did last night, my knees are killing me, they’re totally raw.”

“Ok, well just stay where you are. Let him take the lead. He seems interested enough.” She offered her useless advice with stoic sincerity.

“I wish I could read his bloody mind… But maybe I don’t have to, do I?”

I winced as I transferred my weight from one hip to the other.

“I know you don’t. I think it’s pretty obvious what he wants. Viv gave the warthog a sidelong glance before continuing, “But he’s not absolutely sure what to make of you.”

She was right. The animal was pretty sure I was female, not like a female warthog of course, but different. My smooth, round and fleshy hips were broad and were a complete contrast to the comparatively narrow hips of the female of his species. As a female warthog walked curiously past me, I noticed that her vagina was more like a dog bitch in comparison to my longer, fleshier vulva and that too would be confusing the warthog. As I brought my mind once again back to the present once again I answered Viv

“Neither am I. I would love to be looking down from above on this,” I answered in an objective fashion.

It must be totally weird, me covered in dried mud and my cloths, what now remained of my dress hung desperately to me and was ripped and torn in many places, with the hem hanging in a big loop. It was now a useless piece of cloth, exposing all of my goodies to the randy warthog. The Smell of rotting vegetation filled my nostrils from the caked on mud as I knelt waiting to be mounted by a wild warthog. It was certainly a desperate and wanton pictures in my wandering mind as my aching raw knees trembled under my weight.

I didn’t have long to ponder what was going to happen to me. The warthog’s movements seemed to be jerkier, less leisurely than they had been just moments before. He had clearly decided that I was a female and that the smells I was giving off were those of a receptive sow. That I had remained unmoved as he inspected me must also have been a clear enough indication that I was prepared to accept him. I wondered if he had seen that I didn’t have the male equipment either. I guess he had, either that or my subservient manner was just one more indication of my gender.

Now confident and emboldened, he became totally overt in his manner. Nothing sly or sneaky at all as he finally arrived at the business end and began to sniff my butt. He was so close I felt his hot breath and felt the brush of his ivory white tusks on my buttocks.

I could hear the snaffling snorts as he tasted the air to see if I was receptive.

“Jesus, I wish he would just do it,” I grumbled to Viv who had moved closer followed by a consort who had now decided to check her out.

I felt my groin tighten and new that I was becoming wet from his attention. I wasn’t afraid, I just wanted him to mount me or go away. Either way I would be fine with it. My knees were excruciatingly sore and I looked down to see the bleeding grazes. As I did the big warthog mounted me. His forelegs draped over my back and around my waist as he shuffled across behind me.

I looked at Viv, and said, “God, I hope he’s quick, my knees are killing me.”

He wasn’t.

The Warthog’s chest came down on my lower back and his surprisingly warm belly rubbed across my behind. Almost immediately I felt the warm wetness of his writhing, thin penis. It was a crazy, erotic rubbing of his thin, wriggling, slipperiness as the warthog began to move his lower body in an almost rhythmic roll.

I trembled at the erotic contact like no other. Thin his penis may have been, but its seemingly worm like undulating wriggles, as it slipped firmly and easily across my bottom, leaving a sticky wetness as it passed, made me tremble and wriggle in response.

Encouraged the warthog’s movements became a little more eager. The sticky thin penis seemed to be squirting a thin spray as it searched and probed. One moment the warm, firm stick was between the groove in my bottom, then the next it was wriggling against my inner thigh. First one side, then the other, then without a pause or loss of contact it was slipping and dribbling across my tender butt as the blind and an endless search for what he knew was there continued.

I closed my eyes in an effort to concentrate on what the warthog was doing. Trying as best as I could envisage the warthog as he sought my unfamiliar vulva and the sweet wetness hidden by my inner folds of tactile flesh. As I gradually became tuned to his rolling prods I was able to roll my bottom with the surcharging thinness.

Immediately I felt the slipping penis slither across my mind and the thinning covering of pubic hair. I shuddered with the realization that the seemingly mercurial penis was so close to entering me.

I felt the warthog shuffle his hind quarters and drop his dripping, slobbering lower jaw onto my back as his penis slipped into the dividing grove of my vulva and dribble his stickiness into my own wetness. Sensing that he was on the brink of achievement He lunged his hips, but the flexible penis slithered free as it failed to find the hole it sought and rested between the cleft between the cheeks of my bottom.

Without a pause, he drew back and paused. I spread my knees a little, oblivious of the discomfort, changing the angle of my vagina a little. Seeming to sense the compliance of his sow under him, he drew back a little braking contact, although I felt the flexing tip gently nudge my vulva several times as he searched for the beckoning soft wetness. I shook expectantly. The warthog vibrated, then the trembling animal seemed to lean into me and the writhing, twisting penis slithered into me withdrew then again slithered into my slippery wetness. Immediately the warthog on the brink of achieving humped his hips forward.

I grunted at the sudden lunge that pressed me forward and down. He grunted with his sense of accomplishment. It was the thinnest of all the penises of all the other animals that had taken me with the exception of the barn yard pigs that were seemingly a distant memory now. But those memories came back as I felt the writhing searching tip deep inside me as the warthog rolled and rocked against my hip as his penis continued to search for the tiny portal into my cervical opening.

As unnatural a coupling as it was I was shivering with anticipation. The writhing penis tip was moving in and out as it twirled and twisted. Several times the tip touched a tender place. I wasn’t sure where but I guessed from the pleasant stab of hurt that it was more than likely the portal into my cervix

I didn’t know much about biology, but what I did know let me picture my domed cervix with the round opening that had most likely become distended as I had become aroused being explored by the pointed warthog penis.

I yelped as that very tip nudged my cervix again. Viv looked at me concern on her face. She must have remembered how I had fainted once when my cervix was plundered by a kangaroo.

“I’m ok… I’m ok,” I panted as the wandering tip again poked at and into the opening.

I drew a sharp breath then exhaled slowly as the penis fell back. The warthog shuffled his position slightly and automatically I moved my own bottom to accommodate the angle of the warthog’s penis. Even as he shifted position he was making the steady prodding thrusts that involved his entire body rolling over my hips.

I screamed and threw my head and shoulders back as his coiled prong corkscrewed tightly into me. The warthog grunted. I sobbed and my stomach heaved, then my vision blurred with a strange rasping like pain. I had come to learn that I was one of those women who found it uncomfortable in the extreme from having my cervical canal breached. There is no way I could manage an IUD, not that I had ever contemplated using one as a form of contraception.

The warthog’s sexual enthusiasm was renewed, he pressed his way deeper and deeper into me. I winced and got wobbly, my head spun, but managed to hold onto consciousness, but only barely as the twisting flexing shaft burred itself further and further up inside me. I felt a warm spreading feeling some place in my inner depths as the warthog discharged his watery cum. Seconds and minutes passed and the warthog continued to thrust and each thrust I felt a fresh warmth spreading into my womb. His slobbering jaw was saturating my back with the white bubbly foam. My hands and knees were losing all feeling and it was all I could do to remain stable.

It’s hard to gauge time in a situation like this, but it was a long time maybe thirty minutes or more. I wondered just how much cum he had squirted into my belly. I could feel some discharge dribbling from around the warthog’s penis a trickle along my vagina and into my sparse pubic hair.

He seemed to be slowing down some, and bit by bit I realized he was withdrawing discharging his now thick gooey cum as he did. I knew from experience that a domestic pig sealed the sow with a thick viscus cum, as the third stage of his discharge, effectively a plug to seal in the viable cum deep inside. My guess was that this wild warthog was no different.

Finally, he plopped out of me, and just wandered off contented, satiated, and finished with me. He had done his bit, and I was now full of his wriggling tadpoles that were encased within me exploring deep inside my womb. I dropped to the hard earth spent, all limbs week and unresponsive.

Although the warthogs were still showing Viv a high degree of attention neither had tried to mount her. For a while I remained on my hands and knees, watching, but with nothing else to occupy my mind, I again felt the pain in my knees. Along with the external pains in my belly, it felt totally uncomfortable, tight and distended. Groggily, I pushed my stiff and sore body upward in an effort to stand. As I did I was beset by a sudden dizziness, my vision blurred as I swayed struggling to brace my feet apart as I endeavored to remain standing. However, it passed and slowly my vision cleared and my equilibrium returned.

Viv looked up at me then at the two would be suitors, then she too stood. And shrugging came to me. “You ok Hun?”

“I’m fine, my belly feels tight and my knees are as sore as hell, worse than before, they feel like they are on fire.” I looked down at my belly as I spoke. It was normally a little rounded but now the soft roundness was tight and hard. “Jesus, that bugger filled me so full, just feel that.”

Viv poked my tummy and a little grin stretched her lips. “Bugger! He really did fill you, didn’t he?”

I bent over to look and see if I was leaking, the effort to bend accentuated the tightness of my swollen tummy. I wasn’t leaking anything at all, this surprised me until an exploratory finger came out with a tacky gel like substance that clung to my index finger in a gooey mess.

As I straightened my dizziness returned. Viv watched me carefully as I swayed.

“You’re not OK at all, look at you… you’re all white,” she said wide eyed.

“No, I’m alright, but now my ears are buzzing,” I grumbled.

Viv screwed up her face and caught my elbow and guided me to a fallen tree trunk nearby.

“No, you’re not okay, in fact, I’m sure you’re not OK. I don’t think it’s your ears buzzing, I can hear something as well.”

We both grew quiet and listened. Only the sound of the warthogs foraging disturbed the lonely savannah morning, then they too stopped.

Finally, after forgetting all my aches and pains I remembered I had heard that sound some place previously, recently. Then before I realized what it was, not more than a hundred feet above us and concealed for a time by the rising sun appeared an airplane, one of those mini ones, an ultra-lite I think they’re called.

“Oh God!” I almost screamed my frustration. “Viv, back at the compound I heard that noise. I think that the plane belongs to that bastard Tom.” I was almost yelling as the fragile looking vehicle flew almost directly over us.

The pilots face was close enough to see, but neither of us recognized the person at the controls.

There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, so both Viv and I watched as the little airplane circled around several times before it dropped even lower. The warthogs had scampered off into the long grass. I looked anxiously at my companion.

“I guess we could have got back into that filthy mess again.” I suggested rather belatedly.

“Whoever that has seen us before we have seen him. He knows what he’s doing for sure using the sun to give him cover to get close. I wonder if he knew we were here. He seemed to arrive with some purpose.”

“Do you really think someone knows we’re here? Toms men must have seen us and left us here I guess.” I was confused now and I didn’t even make sense to myself.

“No….” Viv spoke reflectively, “Somehow I don’t think they would have left us here if they had found us. They have invested a bit in us getting us pregnant by those apes. No, they wouldn’t have left us here, but if it isn’t them, then who could it be?”

The frail craft seemingly stumbled from the air onto the dusty ground and rolled toward us. I felt my stomach sink with defeat, knowing we had been caught. Although I had taken some encouragement from what Viv had suggested. However, I was rather more skeptical. I was sure it was one of Tom’s men, it had to be.

As if to add to that trapped feeling the unmistakable sound of diesel vehicles could be heard rolling toward the creek from the same direction that the little plain had appeared from

The pilot stepped from the flimsy shell of a cockpit and dropped to the ground.

“Viv, June?” The pilot removed her cap from her hair as she spoke. Viv and I looked at each other as the woman approached us. “We have been looking for you for days. Had an urgent message for you June,” she looked from Viv to me unsure which one of us she should be addressing.

“I’m June I said,” suddenly conscious of what I must look like.

The vehicles sounded a lot closer now.

“Found your camp and followed the tracks of your vehicles toward that compound of Tom’s. Knew that could only mean trouble. Then last evening we picked up some chatter on the CB, clearly whoever was chatting didn’t realize we were close by. Scanners caught the radio activity,” she explained. “You two have caused Tom some problems and for that I congratulate you. That bastard sails close to the wind, has done for years.”

She handed me an envelope with a message in it. I wiped my hands on my tattered skirt before accepting it.

“By the way my name is Lesley, Lesley Crook, Parks and Wild Life,” she said introducing herself.

I nodded curtly, finding it hard to smile even knowing we were now probably safe. With trembling fingers I tore open the unmarked envelope to take the single page from it.

 

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