“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 light 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.”
“How are we gonna get outta here?” asked Leslie. “I can’t stand being in this stupid cage like some fucking animal.”
“He’s a lot nicer than that bitch,” I said. “I’m thinking of a plan, but you may not like it.”
“What?” asked Shelly. “Just throw it out there. We gotta do something.”
“We could get him to tie her up. Then we could…do things with him until he falls asleep. I slept with him last night, and I wasn’t tied up. I could’ve escaped if I wanted to. He sleeps pretty soundly.”
Shelly’s eyes widened. “We could do that.”
“It…wasn’t that bad,” whispered Leslie. “I mean…it didn’t hurt.” She lowered her eyes. She was referring to having sex with the animal. “That woman has to go. She’s a problem.”
“That’s what I’m sayin’,” I said. “If we can get him to tie her up, then we have a chance.”
“I’m game, if you are,” said Shelly. “He’s a fucking horndog, is what he is. All he wants to do is fuck us. We could manipulate him with sex and then escape.”
“Exactly.” A sense of empowerment gripped me. “We can do this. He’s weak that way. It’s like all his brains are in his cock.”
Leslie laughed bitterly, “I can’t believe this. How did this happen to us?”
“I tried to ask that old bitch questions, but she wouldn’t talk to me. He can talk a little. I know he understands everything. We can use that to our advantage. And, I think he likes me. Let me mess with him. He trusts me.”
Shelly sighed. “God, I hope this works. We have to get outta here.”
I hugged her. “It will. We can do this. It’ll work.”
“It better,” muttered Leslie.
We spent the day caged and bored. The three of us were naked, with towels and blankets wrapped around us. We waited for the opportunity to enact our plan, and, as the sun began to set and the basement darkened, our chance finally materialized.
Leonard was before the cage, staring at us, his huge, hulking frame filling the space. He smelled of fresh air and animal hide. His feet were dirty, caked with mud. He sniffed us, his black nostrils flaring.
“Can we come out and play with you?” I asked. I neared the bars. “We all want to.” I glanced at my friends. “If you let us out, we could suck your cock.”
Surprise lit his eyes. He tilted his head to the side, clearly mulling over what I said.
“That horrible woman has to be tied up, Leonard. She’d spoil the fun, if she knew.” I grasped the bar. “Wouldn’t it feel nice to have three tongues on your cock?”
To my surprise, his penis began to push through the thick hide of matted fur. My words had affected him! I felt giddy. This was working. I glanced at Shelly and winked at her. What I hadn’t anticipated was his next move. He neared and thrust his cock between the bars.
“Aw, fuck,” muttered Leslie. “That worked well.”
“Shush,” I admonished. We could still manipulate him. I had to try harder. “Let’s suck this cock, girls. It looks so good.”
I was acting, but by the way my pussy throbbed, my body remembered everything he had done to me the night before. It had been pleasurable. I got on my knees and licked the rounded head. It
was so long, that it reached into our cage by nearly a foot. Pre-come had escaped, and I sucked it away, eliciting a primal groan from the beast.
Shelly was on her knees. “Ugh, I can’t believe I have to do this.”
“Just shut up and suck.”
Leslie seemed reluctant. “Great idea, Porsche.”
I wasn’t able to respond because his cock was down my throat, making me choke and stretching my lips to their limit. Shelly slid down the shaft, tonguing and sucking him.
“Good,” he groaned hoarsely.
“If you let us out, we could have fun together, Leonard.”
Shelly and Leslie worked his dick, sucking and licking noisily.
“We could do it so much better, if we were out of this cage. Wouldn’t you like that?”
“Good.”
“You’re such a hard boy, Leonard. Your cock is so big. Please fuck me with it again. Please.”
He groaned, and it rumbled deep in his chest. “Good.”
“What’s happening here?” The old woman was back.
The ape-man turned and growled. I waited with bated breath, wondering what would happen next. Had my naughty suggestions worked?
“You can have one of them in a minute, Leonard. I just want to—”
He growled, silencing her. To my amazement, he grabbed her, picking her off her feet, her sneakers dangling above the stone floor. I feared for a moment that he would kill her, but instead, he placed her on the table.
“Leonard! Stop this! What are you doing? You can’t do this! I’m your mother!”
He strapped her in and shoved the ball gag in her mouth, silencing her protests. Grabbing the key, he unlocked our cage, setting us free. I was so grateful, I nearly hugged him.
“Stick to the plan, ladies,” I murmured.
We followed him, passing the old lady, who struggled and moaned with her mouth full. I winked at her. “See you never, bitch.”
In the living room, Leonard lit a fire and produced a bottle of what looked like homemade booze. I took a sip, and it burned going down my throat. His pale cock had yet to shrink, as it stood out from his hairy body, demanding and hard. I knew Shelly and Leslie were itching to make a run for it, but we had to get this beast to sleep, before we could contemplate an escape, and that meant fucking him to exhaustion. I tingled just thinking about how pleasurable this might be.
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