Tamed by the Vault Dwellers

by Clea Kinderton

  I’m going to cum, I thought in a near panic. Oh God! The beast-man is going to make me cum!

  Powerful waves of pleasure erupted from deep in my loins. I cried out, shaking from head to foot as chills of pure ecstasy raced through my body. I felt a strange tension inside of me, accompanied by a thrilling tingle, and then something burst. For a second I felt blissful, unconditional release, as all of my fear and tension flowed from me, and then realized with horror that I was spraying a copious amount of liquid all over the ape-man’s face. It was coming out in one long, deliciously sweet burst.

  I’m squirting!

  I hadn’t even believed in squirting until that very moment.

  The beast-man’s tongue lapped at my genitals, licking up my juices as quickly as I could unleash them. When my moaning and trembling finally subsided, the creature slowly extracted its glistening finger and stood up: it’s enormous cock was throbbing and pointing straight at me, as big as my forearm.

  I knew what was coming next.

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  The beast-man’s long, thick, dark cock stood out rigidly from its lower belly. It was almost literally hung like a horse.

  Jesus Christ.

  I took a step back.

  Before the beast-man could advance on me, something completely unexpected, and — if anything — worse, happened: another of the ape-like gray men suddenly appeared at the entrance of the pit.

  I drew a sharp, sudden breath and my companion turned to see what I was staring at.

  The second ape-man stopped just inside the pit and leaned forward, resting its weight on its knuckles. Then two more of the ape men sauntered in, muscles rippling beneath their dark gray skin. They stood together as a group, shoulders bunched, eying us silently, with furrowed brows. They were all males.

  I felt a profound sense of dread. It was bad enough being carried around like a doll by one of these creatures; four of them would tear me limb from limb.

  My companion shifted to face them, standing its ground, its knuckles planted firmly on the concrete in front of it, its elbows out, blocking the entire width of the ledge. I wasn’t sure what was happening, but if the other man-apes wanted to get to me, they were going to have to get past it. I felt like I was trapped inside a nature documentary.

  What happened next was so astonishing that I momentarily forgot my terror: the ape men began to speak.

  It wasn’t a human language, or even remotely similar. It reminded me a great deal of the sounds made by other primates, but lower and deeper: husky, guttural vocalizations that sometimes sounded almost like woofs or barks. But there was a certain continuity about it, a certain flowing cadence that suggested more than unthinking grunts.

  “Mu ha,” growled the leader of the opposing ape men, the first to enter the pit after us. “Mar go. Huff. Mu ga ga. Snort. Mu hogo mu on.”

  “Yark,” snapped my companion. “Mu ho ga ga no mon. Yugo. Huff.”

  The conversation continued like this for a couple of minutes. Only the opposing leader and my companion spoke; the other two watched silently and solemnly, periodically pacing and flexing their tremendous biceps. Finally they fell silent, and for several seconds there was so much tension in the air that I began to feel like I was suffocating.

  Then abruptly, unexpectedly, my companion’s interlocutor charged with a burst of speed and fury, bellowing like a bull.

  I stared in terror as my companion ducked nimbly under the aggressor’s swinging fist and, with a blinding fast kick, planted its foot in the other’s back and sent it sprawling directly at me.

  I shrieked and stumbled backward as the beast-man slid face first across the concrete toward me. It picked its head up, its features contorted with rage, its milky white eyes staring death at me. Its long arm snapped out toward me, grasping for my leg, but my companion grabbed it by the ankles and jerked it back out of reach.

  My protector let the second ape-man go and it scrambled to its feet, turning to face it. They began swinging their fists, exchanging a series of powerful blows that filled the pit with audible thumping sounds. My companion managed to get a grip on its attacker’s arm, twisted it, and slammed its face into the concrete wall.

  The other staggered, and fell to one knee, dark blood streaming from a wound in its forehead. It shook its head and my companion loomed over it, its hands balled into fists. My protector raised both fists over its head, ready to deliver a crushing blow, but before it could act, the stunned beast-man lunged forward, throwing its whole weight into my companion’s stomach. My companion stumbled backward and they both fell into the reservoir, splashing water everywhere.

  At this point, the two remaining beast men, who had been waiting patiently to observe the outcome of the battle, began striding casually toward me.

  “Stay back!” I shouted, trying to sound as threatening as I could.

  They ignored me.

  “Help! Help!” I shouted up at the grate high overhead.

  I’m not sure what I expected. There was no one there. I doubt they could have heard me over the sound of the water rushing from the spouts in any case.

  The two menacing beast men swaggered nearer, powerful muscles moving fluidly under their dark, gleaming skin.

  I backed up, looking to the reservoir for help. My companion was still thrashing around in the water with its opponent, snarling savagely. They appeared to be attempting to drown one another.

  My retreat was finally blocked by the rear wall of the pit. The monster men continued to advance on me, slowly, inexorably.

  Suddenly, moving with the speed of a viper, one of the two standing ape men grabbed the other by the arm and swung it around, flinging it bodily into the reservoir with an enormous splash. Apparently, the creature had no interest in sharing its prize.

  Seizing on the distraction, I bolted, hoping to slip around the remaining ape-man and escape through the tunnel.

  A powerful hand snapped out, snatching my wrist and jerking me to a painful halt. I spun, losing my footing, and would have fallen flat on my face on the concrete had the creature not yanked me up at the same time.

  I felt myself flying through the air and landed hard on the creature’s shoulder, all the wind knocked from my lungs. Its arm closed around my waist and it began to run with an awkward loping movement using both feet and one arm.

  Once again I screamed for help, trying to wrest myself free, but we were already disappearing into the darkness of the tunnel.

  The last thing I saw was my companion sinking down below the water.

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  The beast-man thundered along at a good pace, jostling me so badly that I became nauseated and almost threw up. I probably would have if I’d eaten anything in the last twelve hours.

  It ran pell-mell through the darkness, guided by God only knew what senses. I flopped about helplessly on its shoulder as it turned several times. It finally burst through a metal door into a long hallway flooded by bright, artificial light.

  The ape-man came to an abrupt halt. It seemed to be as startled by the light as I was.

  There was a sudden cacophony of voices. Human voices!

  “Over there!”

  “Mole!”

  “Jesus Christ, look at that thing!”

  “It’s got a hostage!”

  What the hell is going on?!

  I twisted around, trying to see what was taking place in front of the creature and caught a glimpse of four armed soldiers in gray uniforms. They were wearing black helmets with hi-tech gas masks and holding assault rifles, aimed in our direction.

  The creature shifted uncertainly from foot to foot, making low, threatening growls. It took one step forward, then another, advancing on the men.

  “It’s advancing,” said one of the soldiers.

  “Orders, captain?” said another.

  Their voices were muffled and robotic, distorted by their helmets.

  “Bring it down!” replied the gruff, authoritative voice of the man standing at the rear.

 
“Don’t shoot!” I shouted, panicking. “I’m still alive!” I kicked my feet, trying to make as much movement as possible.

  The ape-man suddenly let go of me and I found myself crashing into a hard, tiled floor. I broke most of my fall with my outstretched hands, but my knees hit hard with a painful crack. My arms gave out and my head smashed into the floor and my world began spinning.

  The beast-man roared with fury, making a sound almost as terrifying as a lion’s, and then ear-splitting cracks of gunfire reverberated through the hall.

  Out of the corner of my eye I saw the beast-man stagger back, flesh torn by the spray of bullets. It was struck perhaps twenty or thirty times and then the brute finally collapsed on the floor with a heavy thud. It lay still and for a moment silence reigned.

  I could taste blood in my mouth, my hands and wrists throbbed, and my knees were screaming in agony. But at least I was alive.

  I’d been saved. Someone had found me. I could finally escape from this horror.

  I heard booted steps echoing across the floor as the men approached me. I pushed myself up into a half-sitting position, dizzy, but so relieved to be rescued that I momentarily forgot to be embarrassed by my nakedness.

  “Thank God,” I said, crying.

  The men stood in a circle around me, staring down at me. The opaque black gas masks made it impossible to see their expressions. They had an odd symbol on their uniforms that I didn’t recognize. I couldn’t tell if they were government forces or some kind of private security team.

  “What should we do with her?” said one of the men, addressing the leader in a muffled voice.

  “She’s seen a Mole,” said the other man.

  “But captain—”

  “You know your orders, soldier.”

  “Wait. What are you talking about?” I said, speaking through my sobs. “What orders? What’s going on?”

  One of the soldiers raised his rifle and pointed it at my head.

  “Nothing personal, ma’am.”

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  They’re going to kill me!

  “Wait! Stop! You can’t do this!” I shouted, raising my hand, pleading. “I haven’t done anything wrong!”

  The soldier hesitated.

  Their captain shouldered his way between his men and stepped toward me, staring down.

  “Haven’t done anything wrong?!” he barked. “Then would you mind explaining to me how the hell you ended up down here?”

  I looked at him, uncertain. What could I tell him that would convince him to spare my life?

  “My friends ... we were exploring the tunnels—”

  The captain laughed, his tone mocking.

  “In other words,” he interrupted, “you trespassed on a secret government installation. Well guess what, princess? My orders are to shoot on sight. Those orders come straight from the top, so don’t think this ‘damsel in distress’ routine is going to work on me. For all we know, you’re an enemy spy.” His voice was as cold as metal.

  He motioned to the soldier with the rifle. The soldier hesitated, but the captain grabbed the barrel of the soldier’s gun and forced him to point it at my head.

  “You have your orders, soldier!”

  I saw the shadow before I heard the growl. A large fist came crashing down on top of the soldier’s head and there was a sickening crunch.

  “Jesus Christ!” shouted one of the men.

  The others raised their weapons, but they were too late.

  The beast-man — my former companion — moved with blinding swiftness, grabbing a rifle in each hand and tearing them out of the soldiers’ grasps. In the same movement, it raised one leg and kicked the captain in the chest, sending him flying down the hall.

  Using the rifles as clubs, the ape-man beat the two standing soldiers into unconsciousness, roaring with fury.

  The captain rolled over with a groan, pushing himself up.

  I screamed at the ape-man, pointing down the hall at the captain.

  The ape-man looked at me then looked down the hall. The captain was aiming his rifle. With a snarl the beast-man whipped one of the rifles through the air, hitting the captain in the head with a resounding thunk. The captain’s rifle went off, spraying bullets through the wall and ceiling.

  The captain hunched over, shaking his head, and then started crawling away. The beast-man strode after him with horrifying purpose.

  I couldn’t bear to see anyone else get hurt.

  “Wait! Wait!” I shouted, trying to get to my feet. My knees buckled and I fell to the floor once again, landing on my hands and knees. I hissed as the pain shot up through my legs.

  I watched in horror as the ape-man picked up the captain by the neck and held him over the floor, the muscles in its shoulders straining. The captain’s feet began to kick violently.

  “Please, stop!” I said, crying.

  The beast-man turned and looked at me and its rage-twisted features slowly relaxed. The captain was still struggling, clinging to the creature’s wrist and trying to kick himself free.

  The ape-man tossed the captain aside, sending him crashing into the wall. The man fell to the floor and lay still, though alive or dead I couldn’t tell.

  The ape-man’s face softened. I was in too much pain to even try to crawl away and watched in mute dread as the creature shambled toward me.

  When the creature got within a couple of feet, it crouched down, looking at me intently with its milky eyes. Slowly, gently, it scooped me up in its hands and cradled me against its chest, holding me as gently as a newborn baby. It walked down the lighted hall toward a door on the far side and kicked it open.

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  We entered a hall lit with long fluorescent bulbs. The floor and ceiling appeared to be made of concrete, but the walls were made of cinder block, painted a pale mint green above waist height and a darker green below. There was an old brass fire extinguisher bolted to the wall, and a little further on, a little glass-fronted cabinet holding a fire hose. Beyond that, on both sides of the hall, were a series of plain, green metal doors.

  The beast-man — or Mole, as the soldiers had called them — carried me down the hall, ignoring doors and side passages, until it came to a set of double doors. It pushed one open with a foot and we entered a stairwell. The characters “SL 4” were painted in black on the wall over the landing. Without hesitating, the beast-man began to carry me downstairs, deeper into the underworld.

  Two flights lower (though the stairs continued down even further) the Mole opened another set of doors and we entered another hall much like the one we’d originally traveled through. Here, the walls were gray on the bottom and white above. Some of the lights weren’t working, giving the hall an oppressive feeling of gloom, but the Mole continued on undaunted until we finally came to another door. This one had a red cross stenciled on a window reinforced with wire mesh.

  The Mole opened the door and hunched over, careful not to bang my arms and legs against anything as it carried me through sideways.

  The room, which had evidently been an infirmary of some sort, had been converted into a sort of nest. The frames of the old-fashioned hospital beds had been pushed into the corners and stacked on top of one another against the glass cabinets lining the walls. A pile of mattresses had been flung into the middle of the room, strewn with dull gray blankets and white pillows. The beast-man hunched down over the bed pile and gently laid me down.

  Breathing somewhat harder than normal from its recent exertions, it knelt over my legs, examining my knees. It took each leg in turn and carefully manipulated it, bending it at the knee and observing my response. I winced, sucking in a hiss, but it didn’t hurt as bad as I expected. My knees were bruised and scraped, and they were still throbbing, but they didn’t appear to be broken.

  Satisfied that my knees had suffered no lasting harm, the beast-man repeated the same examinations on my hands and wrists, pinching them very gently between its big fingers. My wrists were still sore from the jarring impact, but I knew they w
ould recover quickly.

  Last, the creature lightly pinched my chin between its thumb and index finger and tilted my head this way and that, studying my face. I had a lump on my head and could tell that my cheek would be bruised, but I’d already satisfied myself that none of my teeth had been broken. All in all, considering how much danger I’d been in, I’d come out of it in pretty good shape.

  My companion, however, didn’t appear to be so lucky. Its face was swollen, its eye black, and blood was crusted under one nostril. Its shoulders, arms, and chest were covered with cuts and bruises. Some instinct of compassion drove me to place my fingertips on the bruise on its cheek. The creature’s face tightened a little, but it made no sound and did not try to stop me from touching it.

  “Thank you,” I said. “For saving me.”

  I felt somewhat foolish talking to a creature that couldn’t understand me, and for thanking a beast that might very well turn around and kill me at any moment, but it was important to me that I say it.

  The Mole grunted and pulled away, standing up.

  I had to look away. I wasn’t used to seeing its nakedness in the light, and looking at its member only served to frighten me.

  The beast-man wandered across the room and began rummaging around in a pile of boxes. Finally it picked up a box and brought it over to me.

  It was a box of Froot Loops.

  Where the hell did that come from?! I thought, sitting up and staring in amazement. My stomach began growling ferociously.

  I took the box from the Mole. It was unopened. I checked the expiry date. It hadn’t expired. I suddenly remembered the unopened bag of chips that I’d found in the squatter’s room. Could they both have come from the same source?

  I opened the box and wrenched open the plastic bag inside. Digging in with my fingers, I pulled out a handful of tiny, colored rings and stuffed them into my mouth.

  They tasted like Heaven.