Tamed by the Vault Dwellers

by Clea Kinderton

  I shook my head, slowly backing toward the Moles.

  “They’re going to tear her apart,” said one of the other men.

  “What are your orders, captain?” said another.

  “Kill the Moles, but don’t hit the girl,” the captain barked.

  The men raised their rifles.

  “No, wait!” I shouted, raising my hands. “Don’t shoot!”

  The men hesitated.

  “You have your orders,” snapped the captain.

  “Please. They’re human beings. Just like us,” I cried, pleading.

  There was a moment of silence and then muffled laughter broke out among the soldiers. The nearest Mole had advanced to a point just behind me now. I knew if they got any closer to the soldiers I wouldn’t be able to save them. I turned and put my hands on the chest of the nearest Mole and gently pushed it back.

  “Stay,” I said. “Don’t come any closer.”

  All the Moles stopped as a group, staring down at me with bright, inquisitive eyes. They glanced back up at the soldiers and then looked at one another, making low huffing and grunting sounds. I watched them flex their powerful chests and biceps, spoiling for a fight. Another one started to advance but I pushed it back as well.

  “No,” I commanded.

  The man-ape let out a frustrated snarl but stayed put.

  The soldiers fell silent and then one of them uttered:

  “Holy shit.”

  “They’ll listen to me,” I said, turning back to the soldiers. “I can make them go away. Just don’t hurt them.”

  The captain motioned with his hand and they huddled together. There was a quick, quiet conversation among the men.

  “She’s serious,” one of them said.

  “You think she can really control them?”

  “Were you not paying attention?”

  “What should we do?”

  The captain made a curt gesture with his good hand, silencing the other men. He turned and looked at me.

  “If they’re humans, like you claim, then prove it,” he said.

  I looked at him, befuddled. “What do you mean?”

  “Show us that you really believe that they’re human,” he repeated.

  I stared at him, still confused by his request. The other men were mumbling now. They seemed as lost as I was.

  “If you really believe they understand you, and you think that they’re as human as me and my men, then I want you to demonstrate it.”

  “How? I don’t understand what you want me to do.”

  The captain pointed at the nearest Mole.

  “I want you to get down on your knees and give that Mole head.”

  The room became deathly silent. One of the Moles grumbled impatiently, shifting from foot to foot, eager to attack. I looked at the Moles, deliberating. I thought I recognized at least two of them from the observation room, but it was hard to tell them apart in the shadows. I knew I had to make a decision.

  “On one condition,” I said finally.

  There was a collective gasp of surprise from the soldiers.

  The captain looked at his men and shrugged.

  “What’s your condition?” he said.

  “That if I do this, you’ll let them go. You won’t try to harm them.”

  The captain thought for a minute and then nodded. “Fine. If you care so much about a bunch of damn monkeys, I promise not to shoot them.”

  “They’re not monkeys,” I hissed.

  “Prove it,” he said in a firm voice.

  I turned and looked at the Mole closest to me.

  “Take off your jacket first,” said the captain.

  “I don’t see how—”

  “Just take it off, or the deal’s off. Give us a show.”

  I set my jaw and slowly unbuttoned the lab coat. I shrugged it off my shoulders and tossed it across the room at the soldiers. There was a series of whistles.

  “Happy?” I said, standing naked but defiant.

  “Very,” said the captain, nodding his head with approval.

  I rolled my eyes in disgust and turned back to the Moles. I could feel all the eyes of the ape men converging on me, momentarily forgetting about the soldiers as a new object of interest came into view.

  You can do this, Robyn. It’s nothing you haven’t done before.

  I stepped forward and cautiously reached between the nearest Mole’s legs.

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  I wrapped my fingers around the Mole’s long, dangling shaft. The Mole jerked slightly, unprepared for the contact, and its chest muscles twitched. Its cock began to lengthen and grow firm almost immediately. The size and feel of it made me instantly wet.

  I ran my hand up and down its length, feeling the silky skin glide over the rigid tissue. The Mole made a soft huffing sound and stared down at me with its luminous white eyes.

  “You don’t mind this, do you?” I said in a soft, soothing voice, hoping that the soldiers wouldn’t be able to hear me. “This feels good, doesn’t it? I’m going to give you a blowjob now. Just stay calm and enjoy yourself.”

  I dropped to my knees on the hard wooden floor in front of the Mole and began to massage its thick shaft in both hands. A drop of precum gleamed at the tip and I bent forward to catch it on my tongue. The soldiers began to cheer.

  Ugh.

  I shivered with disgust at the lechery of the men. I knew who the real animals were.

  I licked the crown of the Mole’s cock, running my tongue up and down the length of its shaft, putting on a show for the soldiers. I hoped that if I performed well enough, the captain would respect my wishes. The scent of the Mole’s musk was making me feel a little intoxicated.

  “Come on,” growled the captain. “Stop wasting our time and suck that damn Mole cock!”

  Swallowing my pride, I wet my lips and wrapped them around the Mole’s slick glans.

  There was a round of applause from the men.

  The Mole’s cock quivered in my mouth as I bent forward, taking the thick shaft deeper into my warm, wet hole. The Mole sighed and took a deep breath, its leg trembling slightly with excitement. When I felt the crown of its cock nudging against my throat, I paused, holding it deep inside. I gave myself a moment to catch my breath and then bobbed my head forward and back, using one hand to stroke the Mole’s shaft and the other to gently fondle its large, heavy balls. I was really beginning to enjoy everything about the Moles. I loved the way their skin tasted, the subtle but heady sort-of-papery smell of their musk, and the powerful, muscular physiques of their bodies. In fact, I found them superior to ordinary men in almost every conceivable way.

  These mental comparisons made me increasingly excited, and my sucking became faster and more vigorous. The Mole’s cock slipped in and out of my mouth, gliding over my tongue as it stretched out my lips.

  “I can’t believe it,” said one of the men. “She’s actually doing it! She’s sucking that Mole’s cock!”

  “I wish I could record this,” said another. “Imagine all the hits this would get on PornHub.”

  “I wish she was sucking my cock,” said another.

  “Shut up and watch the show,” said the captain.

  I had to confess, there was something arousing about hearing the men talk about me this way. I did feel a little bit like a porn star, and it made me want to put on an even better show. I began sucking the Mole faster and faster, practically gagging myself on its pole, eager to receive my thick, creamy reward. The soldiers crept a little closer, trying to get a better view without angering the other Moles.

  The Mole’s breathing was deeper and faster now, its muscular abs gently rising and falling, and it was making soft grunting noises. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the other Moles shifting closer as well, expectant, perhaps hoping for a turn themselves.

  “That’s it. Suck that Mole’s cock,” said one of the men in a husky voice. “Suck it like a little slut.”

  “I want to watch it cum on your face,” said another man. “
I want to see you covered with Mole spunk.”

  “I agree,” said the captain. “Take that Mole money shot on the face or the deal’s off. And don’t forget to suck those big balls of his while you’re down there.”

  I scowled at the captain as I slurped up my own saliva from the Mole’s cock. I raised its cock and licked the length of its shaft, working my way down to its ballsack. I ran my tongue over its smooth, hairless balls, bathing every inch of them, and then sucked one of its large nuts into my mouth. I stroked its shaft with my hand while I sucked on its ball. The Mole seemed to be thoroughly enjoying itself and began making low groaning sounds. I let its ball slip from my mouth and then swallowed its other nut, sucking on it like a big candy, jerking even faster. The Mole’s grunts and moans deepened, growing louder. I spat out its ball and quickly took its glans back into my mouth, bobbing my head vigorously up and down as I furiously jerked the shaft with both hands. I felt the base of the Mole’s cock go hard as a stone and start throbbing in my hand. I pulled back my head just in time to feel a hot splash of semen on my chin. The next spurt caught me between the eyes and split, running in thick streams down either side of my nose. I gasped with surprise at the forcefulness and quantity of the burst and caught the next load in my wide open mouth. The Mole spunk rolled up and over my tongue and slid down my throat, overflowing over my lips and running down my chin to drip wetly onto my breasts. More spurts followed and soon my entire face, neck, and breasts were drenched in troglodyte jizz. It ran in streams down my belly and over my crotch, dripping onto the floor.

  The soldiers cheered, clapping and whistling with excitement.

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  Where do they keep it all?! I wondered as the warm, slippery spunk ran down my body.

  The soldiers were still hooting and hollering, thrilled to see me degraded in such a messy, disgusting fashion. They were the ones that sounded like a band of chimpanzees, not the Moles.

  I wiped troglodyte cum from my eyes and looked up at the captain.

  “Satisfied?” I said, sneering at him.

  The captain shook his head. “You’re not getting off that easy,” he said. “You can take a load of Mole cum to the face, but can you take a Mole cock in your pussy?”

  “What?! We had a deal—” I protested, jumping to my feet.

  He drew his pistol and pointed it at the Mole I’d just finished sucking.

  “The deal is that I’ll let them go when I’m satisfied,” he said. “Just look at them. Jesus Christ, you went and made them all excited. If you don’t finish them all off, you’re going to give them all blue balls.”

  “But there are five more!”

  The other soldiers laughed, apparently finding the situation amusing.

  I turned and looked at the other Moles. All of them had firm erections.

  Fuck’s sakes, I thought. They really are always up for anything. But how the hell am I going to handle five huge Mole cocks at the same time? This is crazy!

  I could see that the captain wasn’t going to budge until he’d got what he wanted; I had no choice but to do what he asked.

  “Come on, big boy,” I said with a sigh, taking the next Mole by the hand.

  I pulled the Mole over and guided it down onto its back on the floor. Its big cock was standing straight up, as rigid as a flagpole.

  I didn’t have any lube, and while I was wet, I wasn’t as wet as I needed to be. I filled my mouth with saliva and then crouched down between the Mole’s legs and spit on its cock, smearing it over the swollen purple crown with my hand until it was slick and gleaming. I straddled the Mole, holding onto its shaft just below the head, just like I’d straddled Marco in my dream. I rubbed its glans back and forth over my labia, teasing them apart until I could gently ease it in.

  By the time the first inch was in, the men were cheering again.

  “Holy fuck!”

  “This is amazing!”

  “Jesus Christ! She’s really doing it! She’s fucking a fucking Mole!”

  “She wants it, boys,” said the captain. “Just look at her. I bet the little whore’s fucked them all a dozen times already!”

  I gasped as the Mole stretched me out, and the next several inches slipped in. I could feel it’s hard cock throbbing with blood inside of me. I pushed myself down as far as I could go, until I could feel the tip pressed against that little spot above my cervix. There wasn’t a single Mole that wasn’t exceptionally well-hung. I hardly knew what to do with it all.

  The Mole began groping my breasts with its big hands, squeezing my tits and pulling on my nipples.

  “Yes, that’s it,” I said, nodding to it. “Just like that. Play with my breasts.”

  I rose and lowered myself slowly on the Mole’s cock, sighing and groaning with every thrust. I wanted to grind my clit on its belly, but its cock was too long to make this feasible in my current position. Fortunately, I could control the angle of its shaft quite easily and its cock was so thick it wasn’t hard to move in a way that felt exceptionally good. Periodically, I pressed down, feeling its glans against my deep erogenous zone. No mere human man had ever been able to satisfy me the way a Mole could. The Moles were superior lovers in every regard.

  I fucked the Mole for a good minute before I realized that I’d been so distracted by my efforts to please myself that I’d forgotten to disguise my enjoyment. I was moaning quite vocally with pleasure, letting all the men know just how much I loved the Mole’s cock. I clamped my mouth shut, blushing, but realized that the soldiers had been enjoying my performance so much that they’d forgotten to make fun of me. I could see by the long lumps in their fatigues and they way they kept grabbing their crotches and shifting from foot to foot that they would have liked to take the place of the Moles.

  I felt a large hand on my buttock, giving it a firm squeeze. I looked over my shoulder and saw a second hulking brute staring intently at my rising and falling ass with bright, glittering eyes. One of the other Moles was becoming impatient.

  The Mole ran its hands over my posterior, spreading my cheeks and examining my asshole as I rode its companion. I didn’t think much of it, attributing it to natural curiosity, and returned my attention to riding the first Mole. I braced my hands on the Mole’s muscular chest and increased the speed and depth of my movements. By making small adjustments, I found I could strike myself repeatedly in that deep spot near my cervix. I tipped back my head, groaning loudly with pleasure.

  Then I felt something wet and hard touch my anus.

  I gasped with fright and looked over my shoulder. The Mole was staring down at my backside, pressing its finger against my anus.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” I said in an exasperated voice.

  I tried to shift away but the Mole put its hand on my back and forced me face down onto the other Mole’s chest, leaving my anus exposed.

  “Hey!” I started, struggling. It was like trying to lift a mountain.

  “Just let him do it,” barked the captain in a strained, excited voice.

  I bit my lip, not wanting to endanger the Moles with my protests.

  The Mole put its finger into its mouth, lubricating it with a copious amount of saliva and then pushed the tip into my tight asshole. I grunted, clenching hard enough to squeeze its finger back out. The Mole gave me a sharp spank, making me cry out, and then tried again. This time it got its finger in a little farther. It felt strange but there was — surprisingly — no discomfort; aside from a stinging butt cheek. I took several deep breaths, doing my best to relax as the Mole wiggled its finger inside of me; if I hadn’t been so excited, being anally probed by the creature might have been much more uncomfortable. My chief concern at that moment was the humiliation I felt about having a group of men watch a Mole finger my asshole.

  The Mole forced its finger in a little farther, until it was well inside my anal sphincter and stroking my canal. Its finger was so big it was practically the size of a human cock, but the creature was being very gentle. The ape-man pulled it s
lowly out and I sighed with relief but it only spit on its finger to make it even wetter and then pushed it back in.

  I groaned, digging my fingers into the other Mole’s chest. The second Mole had its finger in all the way to its last knuckle and was slowly working it in and out of my tight ring, gradually loosening me up. This continued for a couple of minutes and then it pulled out. I knew what was coming next and tried to brace for it.

  “He’s going to fuck her up the ass,” said one of the soldiers in a hushed voice tinged with awe. The other men watched in rapt silence.

  I felt the swollen bulb of the Mole’s cock push against my sphincter. It was so large I thought for sure it was going to split me open, especially because I was already being stretched by the Mole cock throbbing in my vagina.

  The Mole tried to force it in, but I instinctively clenched and ejected him. It grunted, gave me another sharp smack on my buttocks, and tried again. Eyes watering from the sting on my backside, I forced myself to relax and this time the Mole’s rigid glans stretched me to the full extent and slid slowly in.

  I moaned loudly, writhing between the two monstrous brutes as the ape-man forced in another inch. It was so huge I felt almost wild with terror. The Mole worked the head in and out slowly, loosening me up gently. By gradual degrees, it forced in each additional inch of its prodigious cock. Soon it had several inches of rock-hard Mole meat inside of me. I felt like I was going to burst. The Mole was crouched behind me, its hands gripping my shoulders tightly for leverage, and it began to gently thrust.

  I slid forward on the other Mole’s cock, but the other Mole had its hands on my hips and when I came close to sliding off the tip, it pushed me back down. I whined, my muscles tensing as I felt the second Mole’s cock sink balls deep into my anus. They stopped, giving me a chance to catch my breath as I panted between their hot, muscular bodies. Both of them were thrust to the hilt now; I was so full that I felt like I was going to come apart at the seams. But it was an incredible feeling as well; the feeling of fullness — of being thoroughly and completely satisfied in every inch of my body — was utterly unearthly. I was being double penetrated by Moles, and for the first time in my life I felt complete.