Shelly was on the table whimpering. Her eyes flashed with the horror. The beast held his cock, rubbing the length of it, making it expand even further. The old woman squirted him with what looked like oil. Then she doused Shelly’s pussy with the fluid.
“You get her now, son. She’s all yours.”
He grunted and pushed the huge tip of his cock into Shelly’s dripping pussy. The old woman opened a drawer in a cabinet and retrieved an item. My eyes were glued to where his cock was, watching as it stretched open the lips of her vagina, the phallus sliding in deeper. Shelly moaned and tossed her head back.
“That’s a good boy. You fuck that dirty girl.” She produced what looked like a vibrator, which buzzed loudly. She held it to Shelly’s clit, while the beast drilled her with an enormous phallus that opened up the walls of her pussy to impossible breadths.
The vibrator continued to work its magic, while the hairy animal thrust in and out, the pale tool sliding easily in the oiled up snatch. Leslie and I held each other.
“Good boy. That’s it.”
He grunted and thrust. Then he pulled out all the way, letting the rounded tip pop free. It looked far too big to fit into a woman’s pussy. He plunged deep, working her aggressively. Her breasts had spilled over her chest, with hardened nipples pointing in the air. The low, growling grunts of the beast filled the room. He began to drive harder, his enormous balls slapping the table. The vibrator on Shelly’s clit had a sudden and drastic effect on her, because she moaned then and shuddered and shook, her breasts jiggling.
“That dirty girl liked that. Whores like big cocks, don’t they?”
“Whoooaaarrrr!” roared the animal. A second later, he pulled himself from her. “Aaaarrrhhhhhh…”
He held his gleaming tool as he pointed it at Shelly’s belly, spurting a shocking amount of semen, which doused her abdomen and breasts with milky fluid. It was like a fully loaded water gun.
“That’s a good boy. You liked her plenty, didn’t ya?”
He massaged his cock and grunted in reply. Large drops of cum dripped from its end.
“Rest, Leonard. You can have the next one when you’re ready. It’s your treat for being such a good boy.”
He glanced at us and snorted. “Good,” he uttered. I shivered.
They released Shelly and gave her a towel. Naked and traumatized, she returned to the cell where we held her.
“I-can’t-believe-that-happened-to-me,” she stammered.
“It’ll be all right,” I murmured. “You’re gonna be okay. We have to think of a way out.”
“The guys are looking for us right now,” said Leslie. “They’ll find us.”
I doubted that, but I had to keep strong for Shelly. “For sure. They’ll be here soon. What the hell is that thing? Jesus.”
“It’s fucking Bigfoot,” hissed Leslie. “He’s real, for fuck’s sake.” Horror filled her eyes. “With a huge cock.”
Shelly shivered.
I glanced at her. “Did it hurt?”
She refused to look at me, staring at the dirty floor instead. I took her silence as a reflection of the ordeal she had just suffered. We were all going to be raped by that horrible walking rug, and there wasn’t anything we could do about it. No sooner had this thought crossed my mind, then Bigfoot returned. He’d recovered quickly. He approached the cage, his hulking form menacing and eager. Dark eyes flashed as he looked at me, which sent me to the wall.
“Which one do you want now, Leonard? I’d go for the blonde. She sure is pretty.” The old woman stood behind him with her hands on her hips.
He grunted and pointed at Leslie. Relief flooded me, but then guilt set in. Unlocking the cage, he flung open the door and grabbed her, hauling her out, screaming.
“Let go! Oh, my God, no! Help! Help! Somebody help me!”
The woman closed the door. “Shut that bitch up, Leonard!”
A furry hand whacked the side of her head, stunning Leslie. She stopped screaming long enough for them to take her clothes off and affix her to the table. A ball gag was shoved in her mouth. The enormous rod of his pale cock suddenly sprung out from beneath the mass of matted hair. I swallowed hard. It looked scary it was so big.
The old woman squirted oil. “There we are. The young ones always shave. There’s a pretty pussy for you, Leonard.”
“Good.” He grunted and began to rub his meat against her slit, coating them both with oil. Shelly and I huddled together, watching as his huge cock attacked her. Her clit was being massaged with each pass in a deliberate and enticing manner.
“Oh, Leonard likes the girls. That’s a good boy. You make her feel real nice.”
That old woman was disturbing on several levels. What was she doing living out here with this monster? Why would she condone this behavior? Was she really his mother? How would that be possible? She was human, and he was a man, beast hybrid.
Leonard grunted and pushed himself into Leslie’s pussy. The pale length of him penetrated deeply, massaging her tight walls, and opening her for his pleasure. She moaned then and closed her eyes. Tears were on her face, as the beast began to drive in deeper. I noticed his balls this time, and they were huge. They had been hidden inside the tuft of fur between his legs. Round and pale, they slapped the edge of the table with a whacking sound, while his cock slid in and out.
“Good boy. Fuck that dirty girl.”
Poor Leslie. She was helpless and bound on the wooden table, unable to speak with the gag in her mouth. All the while, a hulking creature whose cock was the size of a male arm was abusing her precious body.
“Fuck that whore, Leonard! Fuck her!”
He grunted and pounded her, sliding in and out faster. She turned the vibrator on and held it against Leslie’s clit. A second later, Leslie groaned and shuddered.
“That whore liked that. She probably didn’t even need it.”
In the throws of orgasm, Leslie trembled uncontrollably, just as the beast pulled himself from her and grunted. He sprayed her with the end of his cock, which produced a shower of cum. Her breasts glistened with the fluid, and a pool of spunk gathered in her belly button.
“Good Leonard! Good boy!” The old woman clapped her hands.
He rubbed his cock over her slit and moaned. “Good.”
“Let’s eat dinner, and then you can have the last one.” She glanced in my direction, and I cringed. “She’s the prettiest of them all.”
Leonard grunted in agreement, his black eyes flashing. I huddled closer to Shelly. I could feel her shaking. She was naked with drying sperm all over her boobs that had begun to flake off. The stone floor beneath us was cold, even in the heat of summer.
After Leslie had been returned, we were given blankets, which we sat on and covered ourselves with. I shook with fear and anxiety, knowing that I was next. Any moment now, that horrible beast would enter and pull me out of the cage and abuse me on the table. My naked friends huddled together with the blanket around them.
The old woman appeared, and I recoiled.
“Hello, blondie. You’re next, sweetheart.” She unlocked the cage.
Leonard was behind her, his tongue licking his wet, black lips. Those eyes shone with an animalistic light, as they roamed over my face. A strong, hairy hand reached in and grabbed me. I screamed as I was dragged from the cage, in the clutches of a man-like beast. Instead of being stripped and attached to the table, he took me up several steps to the main part of the house. It looked like a log cabin.
“Leonard!” screamed the old woman. “What are you doing?”
He grunted in reply, his hands steady and strong as they held me to him. He smelled of animal hide, which was heady and pungent. He ignored her and placed me on a fur carpet before a fireplace. Stunned, I sat obediently, watching his every move as he began to light a fire.
“This isn’t the plan, Leonard. She needs to be caged or tied. You know that. The last time you did this she got away.”
He grunted, dismissing her, and continued to l
ight the fire.
“Fine. Dumbass. I’m gonna get some food and water for the whores. You better watch this one good.” She stomped out of the room.
The fire blazed to life, warm and inviting. I shivered, despite the heat from fear and anxiety. I had no idea what would happen next, and, when his attention reverted to me, I trembled. Drawing near, he touched my face with the pads of his black fingers. I moved away from him, but he grabbed me and pressed me to him. I was smothered by soft, matted hair, reminding me of a family pet.
The old woman passed through carrying a tray of food. “She can’t be your prize, Leonard. I won’t allow it.”
He grunted at her angrily, waving her away.
She harrumphed, “You dumb ape.”
With surprising gentleness, he held me to him, smelling my scent, his nose in my neck. He suddenly grabbed my t-shirt and pulled it over my head, tossing it aside. Then he began to unbutton my shorts.
“No! Don’t!”
I pushed and kicked trying to stop him, but I was no match for his overpowering strength, and, within a moment, I was naked. I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to shield myself from his inquisitive gaze. His eyes sparkled with glossy blackness.
I found myself on the animal hide, its softness at my back, cushioning me. He growled then, which made me shiver. A hand touched my breasts; my nipple was pinched between two black fingers. He flicked out a pink tongue, and I gasped. It was incredibly long looking. As he pressed my breasts together and massaged them, he kissed my stomach and licked my skin with an abrasive feeling tongue. Nothing that he did hurt in any way. The gentleness of his caress left me shivering with pleasure, as my fear began to dissipate. His tongue stroked and massaged my belly, kneading the skin softly.
His mission was clear, and, as he settled between my thighs, I knew what would happen. I closed my eyes not wanting that long, abrasive tongue in me, but not being able to stop it. As the fire roared and warmed us and my friends waited in the basement, trapped in a cage, I felt the longest, most incredible tongue slide past my portal. He drove deep, filling me entirely.
“Oh, my God…”
The pad of his thumb drew over my clit, and I moaned. The tongue wiggled and moved within me, driving ever deeper into my honeyed recesses. The bliss of this encounter should not be understated. Mating with an animal, part man, part beast, was as unthinkable as having sex with a donkey, and yet, here I was reveling in the experience and not wanting it to end. That tongue prodded something deep, making me moan with pleasure so intense, my fingers drove into the fur on his head, holding him in place.
“Oh…no…ooohhh…”
There wasn’t a part of my pussy that he wasn’t exploring, tasting. The long, extending tip of his tongue lapped at my walls, feeling the contours of my anatomy. This treatment had me thrusting my pelvis up and grinding myself against his hairy face. The pad of his finger over my clit was my undoing, and, as I screamed with release, he worked deeply, helping me to an explosive climax.
“Oh! Yes! Yes!”
I writhed and trembled with completion, the last dregs of bliss slowly slipping away. He sat up and moved away a patch of fur exposing his enormous cock. I gasped when I saw it. His balls were surprisingly hairless and pink just like his penis. He began to rub and stimulate himself, while watching me intently.
He grunted then and held himself, nodding fervently. I knew what he wanted. How on earth would that thing fit in my mouth? He pointed at me and then at his cock. He wanted me to suck it. Ugh. God, help me. I can’t do this. The end glistened with fluid. My belly twisted with anxiety and fear. I didn’t want to touch it. I didn’t want to lick it. He grabbed my head and held me before his cock, while it twitched and leaked. Grunting, he pushed it against my mouth, wetting me with his pre-come. I had no choice but to open for him. He tasted salty, and he smelled of pussy. The tip was round and spongy and surprisingly soft. I managed to get it into my mouth. He groaned as I sucked on him. I marveled at how large he was. He stroked the shaft, while I drew on the top portion. The effort it took to please him had my jaw aching, but I persevered on, eating and massaging him with my tongue. I licked the sides, feeling the ridges and veins beneath the skin.
“Good,” he groaned in a husky, deep voice.
Stunned that he had spoken, I glanced up at him while his cock was in my mouth. His black eyes shined with pleasure, and his thumb touched my face. I maintained eye contact for long minutes, while sucking and gagging on him. He began to slide in and out, using my mouth as someone would a pussy. His increased breathing and the rasping quality of his groans gave way the fact that his release was drawing near. He worked his shaft, milking the tool, while I sucked and dragged on his end. Groaning, he began to ejaculate, and the first rush of liquid hit the back of my throat. He pulled himself free, as he sprayed my face. I held my mouth open, catching a torrent of cum, while the rest splashed onto my breasts and beyond. Even my hair was wet. Sperm dripped from my eyelashes.
“Oohh…good. Good…” he rasped.
Just when I thought he was finished, another burst of hot, salty fluid doused me, spritzing my forehead and chin. I sputtered trying to breathe through the ordeal. When at last he had emptied himself, he handed me a towel. To my shock, he grabbed me and held me to him.
“Here’s food, Leonard.” The old lady left a tray behind. She muttered as she left the room, “If she escapes. It’s your own damn fault.”
Chapter Five
Leonard and I slept before the fire. I was snuggled in his fur, his heart beating against me. It was surprisingly comfortable being this close to a man-like animal. He awoke in the night, and a long seeking finger began to slide over my pussy. I sighed, not really wanting him to touch me, but having no means to stop it. The ease, with which the finger moved, indicated that my body was responding to him. My mind rebelled and cursed me for giving in to this creature, but my pussy throbbed, thinking about how wonderful his tongue had been.
He growled and pushed me onto my back, where he sought entrance into my wetness and prodded me with his long, talented tongue. I moaned and drove my fingers through his hair, arching my back. He thrust into me, filling me completely. As soon as his massage had begun, it ended. Disappointed, I sat up to look at him. He held his cock, and I knew what he wanted. I took him into my mouth sucking and gagging on the incredible length and width of him.
The fire had died down, and the house was quiet. Only the sound of the ape’s raspy breathing disturbed the peace. His cock glistened with my saliva and his pre-come. He grasped me and forced me onto my hands and knees. From behind, he gripped my hips while his huge, hard meat pressed against my opening. The feel of something so large trying to gain entrance had my stomach clenching with pleasure. He spat on his hand and wiped it against my pussy for lubrication. Then he drove the engorged, rounded head into me, opening me up for the rest of him.
“Oh, God, Leonard!”
I had no idea something that large could feel so good. His cock was long and hard, yet surprisingly soft and yielding. There was nothing painful about this insertion what so ever. I gasped as he drove in deep, feeling him in my belly.
“Good! Good!” he rasped.
“Oh, God…no…God…fuck me!”
The naughty, taboo nature of this joining, mixed with the incredible pleasure had me tingling and buzzing from my ears all the way to my toes, which had curled under. Giving in to him was not only depraved, but something I wanted desperately. Those huge balls slapped against me, making noisy smacking sounds. I was being reamed, with a considerable object bent on teasing me to completion. My orgasm was hurtling towards me, threatening to engulf me far too soon. I wished I could put it off, so I could enjoy the feel of him sliding in and out, but I was a goner. Gripping the fur rug with my fingertips, I screamed with release, as the climax ripped through my system, forcing me to clamp down on the massive cock in my pussy.
“Oh! Leonard! Fuck me, fuck me!”
He obliged by driving in hard and
stiffening, groaning loudly. His sperm gushed inside of me like a dam bursting. It overwhelmed my pussy, running down my thighs in a torrent of wetness.
“Good! Good!” he rasped, in a throaty, hoarse sounding voice.
His fingers dug into my hips as he continued to spray me with his release. Pools of wetness dripped to the carpet. I collapsed onto my belly, gasping for breath, my heart pounding in my chest. Leonard lay next to me, pulling me to him. His hand touched my bottom.
“Good,” he murmured.
It wasn’t long before we fell asleep.
I woke the next morning with the old lady staring down at me.
“Get up, you dumb bitch.”
Leonard was gone. I was naked, with crusty flakes of sperm all over me. My pussy was still wet with semen. “What?”
“Do you want a shower or not?”
I sat up. “Yes.”
“Come with me.”
The bathroom was rustic, with a hole in the floor for a toilet and a hanging showerhead over a tin bin. The water was cold, and I sputtered and froze, while quickly washing myself clean with a plain looking bar of soap. Shivering, I wrapped a towel around me.
The old woman seemed frail and weak. I was a foot taller. I wondered if I could overpower her and escape? But, I couldn’t leave my friends. There had to be a way to rescue them and run to freedom.
“Come on, bitch. I don’t have all day.”
“What’s your name?”
“None of your damn business.”
“Is that creature really your son?”
“Quit talking.” She grabbed my arm with surprising strength. “Down with you. Let’s go.” She shoved me from the room towards the basement. “Move it!”
I stumbled down the stairs, trying not to fall. I was soon locked in the cage with Shelly and Leslie. We hugged each other. They had water and beef jerky, which I ate. I had food last night, but I was starving again.
“He’s gone somewhere,” I whispered.
“What happened to you?” asked Shelly.
“I slept…with him. There’s a fireplace upstairs.”
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