The Punishment Fits the Crime
*Dear fellow Furries, this one is pretty Yiffy, so no kiddies please! My stories are also copyrighted, so NO takee! *
** The Punishment Fits the Crime**
** by William W. Kelso**
My story starts in the heart of Africa. I had been hired by the local "President for Life" of one of those typical African backward countries to do a survey of some land for the location of a new "Wildlife Refuge" in order to attract tourism business. It was good pay; in advance no less, so I took the job. I was assigned a guide and some "body guards" and went to work.
I scouted out several areas and quickly wrote them off. Too built up, too barren, not enough wildlife, etc. Finally, out in the middle of nowhere I found a suitable area. It had a large river flowing through it, lots of foliage, a good assortment of animals, and best of all very little sign of humans. In fact the only native village was a fairly small one along the banks of the river. The village was fairly well built by the local standards, and the villagers seemed to be pretty prosperous as they had lots of live stock and appeared healthy and well fed. The village would have to go unfortunately, but I really didn't care what the govt. did to the locals as long as I finished my job on time and got the promised bonus. That was life in Africa where human life has no value and most languages don't have a word for "fair".
The day after one of the bodyguards (a soldier really) had gone to tell the villagers they had to "clear out" a delegation showed up to protest. I tried to tell them I didn't have any say over the matter, I was just here to survey and map the area for development. Most of the villagers were the usual butt-ugly types, but my eye was caught by one young girl. While almost all the villagers were fully clothed, SHE was almost naked! AND she was beautiful a way that most young native girls rarely are. All she wore was a kind of loin cloth made from what looked like woven bead-work, and was it. She had large firm beautiful breasts, and a narrow waist and nice hips. I know that I and every man there, except the villagers, got a raging erection at the sight of her. I saw more than one bodyguard shift himself so it wouldn't be apparent. It was kind of funny, as during this mass arousal the old village headman had been yelling at us and complaining, but when he saw what we were really paying attention to he yelled at the girl and she ran back to the village with a giggle. And, oh God, that ass was magnificent! We argued with the village headman for a while longer, but eventually we won the argument as having machine guns gives you an edge. They got the message loud and clear when one of the soldiers fired a burst in the air. Forget survival of the fittest, it was survival of the one with the biggest gun and most ammo.
A few days later as I was surveying the river bank I can across something I had been hoping to find. It was a small oxbow lake overhung by trees so it was shaded most of the day and the water was cool and clear. I checked carefully, and the area facing the river was very overgrown with thick brush and grass. It would be hard for a Croc to get through to the lake, and since it had no fish in it other than little ones I doubted if any Crocs would try. Plus I would hear one if it tried to break through the brush while I was swimming, and as a nice bonus there was a nice sandy "beach" under the trees. The reason that I had kept an eye out for such a place was I needed someplace where I could bathe and swim and relax by myself with no interference. The small lake was perfect especially since the river was out of the question due to the aforementioned Crocs and other unpleasant wildlife. Every day I tried to make the time to spend a couple of hours there cleaning up, washing off the dust and sweat, and cooling off. It was a little slice of heaven in this hellhole.
*The lake was only about ten feet deep at the deepest, and the water was clean and mostly free of algae or other plant life. It was very cool too, the trees shaded it most of the day and that kept the temperature down. It was also cooler under the trees in the shade, and even though it was only a few degrees it made a big difference. I always went there alone as I didn't want any company and the soldiers would have torn the place up. The first part of my story is what happened here one afternoon. *
I had arrived at the lake about an hour earlier and was planning on staying until almost dark. I had stripped and was skinny dipping as I always did. I didn't have a bathing suit but I certainly wasn't expecting any company. I'd been in the water for about twenty minutes and was floating on my back dozing when I suddenly heard a giggling sound. With a start I looked at the shore, and the beautiful girl from the village was going through my pack, and she was still butt naked except for that bead loin cloth. Instantly I felt my penis, despite the cool water, start to harden and swell and remembered I was naked. Quickly I moved to the deepest part of the water to hide my arousal. I yelled and said,
*"Hey, get away from there girl, damn it! *
*She just gave me a smile and waved, and kept emptying my pack on the ground. *
*"Hey, knock it off!" I yelled again in growing exasperation. *
*I swam a little closer to shore until my feet touched bottom, and looked around for something to cover my now rampant penis with, but there was nothing. As I watched she finished with my pack and grabbed my camera case. Oh shit! I thought. She pulled out the camera and started messing with it. She stood there messing with the buttons and my eyes were irresistibly drawn to her beautiful breasts. It had been a LONG time since I'd been with a woman and frankly I'd never seen a more perfect pair of breasts in my life. They were big, but firm, with large aureoles and nipples. All of a sudden my stare was broken when I heard the sound of breaking glass! I looked and realized she had somehow detached the camera lens. It had dropped, hit a rock, and the glass lens had shattered. With a small cry she bent over and tried to pick up the pieces of glass. *
*Ohhh, Goddamit! I thought, I had paid $500 for that lens! It was the most expensive piece of camera equipment I had. I supplemented my income by taking natural and wildlife photos and selling them, and she had just busted my best lens! Damn it! *
*I forgot I was nude and charged out of the water madder than hell. I came up behind her and tried to grab the camera away from her. I don't know if she thought it was a game or what, but she held it away from me out of my reach and giggled. That just made me even madder, so I grabbed her around the waist and tried for the camera again. She let out a yell and I got the camera, but the thin cord holding her loin cloth on snapped and the whole thing came off, the beads flying everywhere. With a cry of despair she pulled away from me and squatted down and started trying to pick up the beads from the sand. And God help me she was stark naked now, just like me, and her rump was only a few feet away and I could clearly see the pink lips of her vagina as she bent over with her raised rump facing me. "Ohhh, sweett jeeezus", I moaned softly. *
*It had been a very long time long time since I'd had sex and I was rock hard and rampant. God, I had never been SO hard before! Please understand that I am NOT a rapist, and I honestly doubt if any normal man could have resisted that invitation at this point. Not unless he was a eunuch! I crouched down behind her, and grabbing her around the waist positioned her so I could mount her more easily. She didn't seem to realize what was happening until she felt me penetrating her. Oh God, it felt soooo goood! She was tight, but not dry, and it only took me a few thrusts to achieve full penetration and I hilted with a grunt of pleasure. I didn't realize she was a virgin until I felt her hymen break and it was the first time I'd ever had a virgin before. It was way too late for me to stop by then, so I held her firmly around her waist as I fucked and humped her with steady powerful thrusts. My thrusts were powerful enough to lift her off the ground slightly, and she was totally helpless to do anything. At first she cried out and struggled a little bit, but then settled down and just made guttural grunts and moaning sounds as I copulated with her. It had been so long it didn't take me long until I had my first orgasm, and it was a full blown one. I threw back my head and gasped as the massive orgasm rocked my body. It had seldom been this good. With a final shuddering moan I pulled out of her. *
Even as I dismounted I knew I wasn't through. It had been one the best fucks I'd ever had and I was still hornier then hell. This time I pulled her to a nearby small log and draped her face up across it to hold her rump off of the soft sand and rammed myself between her legs with a grunt of pleasure. She involuntarily arched herself and I slid in easily. I quickly settled down to a slow steady rhythm humping her and fondled her incredible breasts and bit at her nipples which were now fully engorged. She kept her eyes closed and writhed and moaned under me, but she wrapped her legs about my waist allowing me to penetrate even deeper with a gasp of pleasure, and held on firmly. It took me a lot longer this time, but when my orgasm came it was just as strong and pleasurable as the first, and I came and came! To my surprise she bucked underneath me with a loud squeal and I knew she'd had her own orgasm.
To my own surprise, and also some pride, I realized I was still good for another round! I pulled her to me and gently fondled and licked her breasts and sucked at her nipples. She moaned and said something in a language I didn't understand, but I didn't care. This time I lay down and pulled her on top of me. Her eyes widened but she didn't resist as I lowered her onto my waiting erection. I wasn't huge, but I wasn't small either, so I slid in to her easily since we were both already well lubricated. I held her around her waist and thrust upwards, but soon she was grinding down to meet me with her head thrown back, grunting and squealing more like an animal then a woman. If this really is rape I thought, she's sure enjoying herself! I let go of her and let her do all of the work. She became more and more frenzied as she rode me and I reached up and grabbed her bouncing breasts and kneaded and squeezed until we both cried out at almost the same time and she collapsed across me with my penis still inside of her. We stayed like that for awhile as we both were exhausted until I felt my now limp cock slide out of her. She actually seemed disappointed when I rolled her off of me and got up.
*After I finished fucking her I walked into the lake and cleaned myself off as I was sticky. I was honestly shaken and sick about what I'd done by then. Damn it, I thought, why did she have to come down to the lake while I was skinny dipping, break my camera, and then crouch butt naked in front me while I had an aching hard-on? Hell, I bet she wanted me to fuck her. Maybe she was a "bribe" from the villagers? Later I would realize that in my own warped way I was trying to put the blame on her and was ashamed of myself. Meanwhile she had sat down on one of the larger rocks and was just sitting there holding herself and rocking back and forth. I got out of the water and got dressed and walked over to her. *
*"Umm, look I said, about what happened I'm really, really sorry. I've never done anything like that before." *
*She just looked up at me, and to my surprise hesitantly smiled. *
*"Ummm, I said, your loin cloth thing is ruined, so, um, here, you can have my shirt." *
*She put it on, and it was so long it went almost down to her knees and fortunately covered up everything because I had already started to get hard again. God, she was so beautiful. But I wasn't going to force myself on her again. *
*I started to go back to the camp, and she followed me. "Go home, I said, go home!" *
*But it was evident she didn't understand English; she just smiled and kept following me. After we got back to camp it caused something of a stir and I finally found a soldier that could speak her dialect. He talked to her, let out a laugh and called something to the other soldiers who also laughed, and a couple grabbed their crotches suggestively. *
*"What the hell did you tell them?" I snarled at the soldier. *
*He just smiled and said "I tell them you big ladies man boss, you hump girl good and proper!" *
*I realized that actually raised my status in their eyes, savages! "What did the girl SAY?" *
*The soldier grinned and said "She say now she your wife since you take her maidenhood, she be good strong wife, give you many babies!", and started laughing at the look on my face! *
*"Oh, NO Fucking Way!" I said, "You tell her I don't want her! Tell her I'm sorry about what happened, that I'll give her money and gifts, but NO way am I going to marry her!!" *
*The soldier grinned again at my obvious discomfort, then turned and jabbered away at the girl. Her smile started to falter, and she interrupted a couple of times to gabble back, but in the end she understood. I tried to give her all the money I had and whatever of my belongings I thought she might like or could use, but she just wandered off towards the village with a stricken look on her face. *
Man, did I feel like a total creep. I sent the soldier who could speak her language after her with the money and some gifts, but he came back and said the villagers had chased him away. After that things calmed down, and I hoped it was all over. And that night I dreamed about her, and relived every second of the fantastic sexual encounter. I actually seriously thought about what it would like to have a wife, but mostly I hated myself for the way I'd taken advantage of the poor girl.
*Early the next afternoon during lunch a "delegation" arrived from the village. They weren't armed, but were obviously very upset. They had such enraged looks on their faces that my bodyguards instinctively got their weapons at the ready, and locked and loaded. It was comforting to know they would defend me to the death. But that wasn't necessary, thankfully. *
*One of the natives I'd never seen before approached me and looked me over with contempt. I stared right back at him, never blinking. I knew how to act in this kind of society. He finally spit on the ground, made a gesture at me, and said something in the local lingo. After that he returned to the group, and they all left and went back in the direction of the village. *
*"What the hell did he say?" I asked my interpreter. *
He looked kind of nervous and said "The girl is the chief's daughter, and he says since you took her like an animal that she is now spoiled, and will become the village whore. She cannot marry and cannot refuse to service any man or boy who wants her. She was to be the bride of the medicine man (who was the one who spoke), she was a "special one" and because of what you have done she was now no longer considered human, but an animal to use for pleasure. The last thing he said was 'You will be punished and the punishment will fit the crime'."
I'd been threatened before, it was part of the local macho mindset, but this time it made me nervous. I ordered the guards to be extra careful and to put extra men on duty, and we did that from then on. But we never saw any of the villagers again, and a few days later one of the soldiers reported that the villagers had packed up and left several days earlier, the village was abandoned and the fires were all cold. It was a big relief to all of us. Since then I had stayed away from my own private little lake since the "incident", and had gone everywhere with two bodyguards at all times, I figured we could relax a little since we were through with the survey and were leaving the next morning. Since we hadn't seen any sign of villagers in over a week I decided it was safe to make a final trip to my lake that afternoon, and to go alone. I was really ripe and was looking forward to a good long swim. Biggest, and stupidest, mistake I even made.
*I went down to the lake, spread out my towel and stripped, and dived in for a long overdue bath and swim. I tried not to think about what had happened last time I was here, but inevitably got an erection anyway. After a while it went away though, and I just floated on my back enjoying the cool clean water. *
*I never even heard them arrive, but something told me I was no longer alone. You can't spend as many years as I had in the African bush without developing some sixth sense. Sure enough when I looked up there were several natives on all sides of the lake, no way to try and escape even though I wouldn't have made it very far butt naked. There were ten total, the largest group of four were standing in the shallow water near the sandy shore. I recognized the medicine man, the chief, and the others were clearly warriors and were well armed. *
*The medicine man beckoned and said in perfect English, "Come here dog, or we will come and get you and you will not like it!" *
*I was a little taken back to hear the English, but I said, "What do you want? Go away and I will forget this! My bodyguards will be here soon!" *
*The old man just smiled, and said "Do not count on your paid slaves; we have watchers who will tell if they come!" "Now come here!" *
*"No, I said, if you are going to kill me I will make you fight for the privilege!" *
*"Hah, said the old man, at least you are not a coward, just a dog! NO, we will not harm you, this I promise!" *
*I still hesitated, treading water, but when he indicated for several of the warriors to come in after me I gave into the inevitable, and swam, then waded towards shore. *
*"Stop!" The old man said when I was still in knee deep water. I did as I was told as the warriors were all pointing very sharp spears at me. One warrior approached and quickly tied my wrists behind my back, then put a noose around my neck and handed the end of the rope to the old man. "Now come dog!" He said, giving a yank on it. *
*"Hey! Wait a minute I said, what about my clothes and stuff?" *
*The old man just said "You no longer need them." and started pulling on the rope. He led me over to the bank nearest the river, the one with big rocks and overgrown with brush & grass. *
*As I watched one of the other warriors went to where the bank between the river and lake was the narrowest, and started beating down the thick grass. What the hell are they doing? I thought. *
*"Look I said to the old man and chief. You'd better let me go! My soldiers will follow and kill you to set me free, and even if you do kidnap me and get away I am a personal friend of the President of your country. He will send more soldiers and will NOT pay a ransom." *
*The old man grunted and said "He is NOT our President, we have been in this land forever, we are the oldest people here, and it is OUR land, not his. And besides, we want no ransom, and there will be no soldiers." *
*A minute later I saw another warrior wade over to the path the first had made in brush & the grass and he had a dead antelope with him. I watched in dawning realization and horror at what he was doing. He took the dead animal, and sliced open its belly. He then let the blood pour out over the grass and into both the river and lake, then scooped out the intestines and threw them in the river next to the bank, and then he threw the antelope carcass into the oxbow lake. Then he quickly climbed up onto the raised bank with the rest of the party and they started to move away leading me with them. Almost instantly there was splashing and grunting in the river as the crocs homed in on the scent of a fresh kill. *
*"Oh my God, you're going to feed me to the crocs! You sick bastards!" I yelled at them. *
*The old man just grinned and said, "No dog, we just want to make sure your pet soldiers think you have been devoured, that way there will be no pursuit or further interest in your fate or whereabouts, and don't call me a bastard you Honkey MoFo rapist!". *
*"I, I don't understand? I said. If you're not going to kill me, and don't want a ransom, then what DO you want? Why keep me alive? Ohh sweet Jesus, you're going to torture me; aren't you?? Please I said, I didn't mean to, um, hurt the girl! I thought she wanted me too, I really did!" *
*The old man looked me and said "Shut up before I do decide to torture you! Oh no, don't worry, we will not harm or hurt you in any way, but you ARE being taken to a place of punishment! NOW COME!" And with that he gave a hard jerk on the leash and I had no option but to follow him. *
*For awhile the old man and the warriors led me along an old beaten path next to river. I was still nude and rather embarrassed by that fact, but so far my bare feet hadn't suffered much as the ground was pretty bare, mostly soft dirt and mud. I realize now that they had me go barefoot for awhile so that if anyone did try to track me they would only find the bare prints of what they thought were natives. After a few miles we cut off into the jungle and the old man gave me a pair of native sandals to wear. It was better than nothing, but not much. I was still otherwise nude though. We reached a clearing after awhile and stopped. *
The chief talked with the medicine man for a little while and made an undeniable "castration" gesture with his knife, which caused me a few very horrible moments of terror. But the old man was adamant. The chief finally came over, glaring at me, and then gave me a tremendous punch in the stomach. It doubled me over, but I managed to gasp,
"Pretty tough when I'm helpless, you spear-chucking bastard!" I gasped.
*Again the old man smiled and said, "Yes dog, you are brave which is good". *
*After that the chief and some of the warriors left, leaving just me, the old man, and four warriors. The old man approached me with a large jar of some sort of horrible smelling goo, and started to rub it all over me. *
*"Oh pheew!, God what IS that!" I gasped out trying not to vomit. *
He told me, "It is a dye so from a distance you will appear to be another black fellow, we will pass through several tribes lands on our trip and I do not want rumors of a white man to reach the wrong ears. Plus it is also a good repellent, the bugs will find you most distasteful!"
"No shit! That's the nastiest crap I've ever smelled!" I said as he kept smearing it all over me, and I mean ALL over me! It was greasy and stank to high heaven.
*He finished with a laugh. And he was right, when he got through I DID look like a black, or at least very dark brown man. He then gave me a loin cloth and a supply bag to carry, and we set off on our "trip". I walked in the center behind the medicine man so the leash would not be easy to see, but frankly it probably wasn't even necessary. We were passing through some really wild regions I had never seen before, and even if I did escape a white man in a loin cloth with no weapons wouldn't get very far. I knew that for a fact. I'd end up as the blue plate special for some lucky carnivore. *
I tried to talk to the old man and the warriors, but they just ignored me or told me to shut up. The "trip" seemingly took forever and forever. We hiked through jungle, grassland, a large barren rocky area, and so on. I had never been in so good a condition in my life then after I was from all that hiking. I hate to admit it but they fed me well enough and did not mistreat me, except for the being tied up all the time. At night they staked me out with stakes driven deep into the ground and ropes around each wrist and ankle. I wasn't going anywhere.
One night a rather large snake paid me a visit and I woke up everyone with some rather loud yells.
*"Heeeyyy Guuysss! There's a big snake trying to eat me!" *
*Of course it really wasn't that big, but when it's crawling all over you in the middle of the night it's hard to tell, it probably just wanted to stay warm. They jumped up and killed the snake and we had it for breakfast. They thought the whole thing was funny, but I was not amused in the least. Hey, I have a thing about snakes, OK? *
*Every few days the old man reapplied the smelly goo, and despite the smell I was glad as it did make an excellent bug repellent. I doubt I got more than five skeeter bites the whole time, and any ticks or leeches that hitched a ride soon got off holding their noses. Not knowing where we were going, or what they were going to do to me when we got here, began to gnaw at me more and more though. *
Finally, shortly after we reached a barren rocky desert and had walked in the horrible heat for several days, I flipped out and couldn't take it anymore!! I grabbed the leash and pulled it out of the old man's hand, and backing away yelled,
"NO, NOT one more step you son-of-a-bitch, if you're going to kill me do it HERE and NOW, no more wandering all over the countryside! I've had enough!! I yelled.
*The old man gave out a short laugh and said, "I promised we would not harm you, you stupid dog! But do not worry yourself about wandering anymore, we have arrived at our destination." *
*"WHAT?, I yelled, there is NOTHING here, it's a fucking desert you stupid moron! What are you going to do; stake me out for the buzzards??" *
Meanwhile the warriors had subdued me again, sobbing and babbling, and given the leash back to the old man. "So, he said, your courage finally fails you. I am impressed you lasted this long. But like I said our goal is near, and your travels are almost over. "Now come! Your new home is close by!"
We walked another couple of miles, but they had to pretty much drag me the whole way as; like the old man had said, my courage had faltered and I was almost incoherent with terror. I was convinced they were going to stake me out on an anthill to be eaten alive by the ants, or leave me to die horribly of thirst. We weaved through a terrain that looked it belonged in Hell, or on Mars. There were outcrops of red & gray granite, great boulders of obsidian and fields of pumice. It was obviously volcanic, but the volcano was long gone and dormant. The only plant life was a wicked mean thorn bush, it had thorns up to five inches long and if you were scratched by one it hurt like hell and left a red swollen wound. There was no water and no signs of animal life except for the occasional bird or reptile. Where the hell are we? I did not remember seeing anything like this on the maps, but by now we were hundreds of miles away from the camp, and who knew where? What could be all the way out here? I thought. There's nothing here!
Maybe they really aren't going to kill me. Maybe they'll just leave me to die in this horrible place, despite the old man's promise. And in a way I was right, but not about the dying part, though in time I would come to wish; and beg, for death. Finally the old man stopped in front of a particularly large and dense thicket of thorn bushes. "We will camp here for the night!" he said. Then he and some of the warriors wandered off, and I was left securely bound and staked out with only two warriors to watch me. I tried to bride them, but one kicked me and told me to shut up. So I zipped it. Finally the old man came back alone, and they began to prepare the evening meal.
"Where are the others?" I asked him? Where did you go? He looked at me like he wasn't going to answer, and then thought about it again. "I went to make sure the way is open, and to prepare the way, he said. The warriors have other, um, duties to perform. Now be quiet and eat, you will need your strength". I tried to question him more, but he and the warriors ignored me.
*He woke me up in the morning with a gentle kick to the ribs. "Come, he said, breakfast is ready, and then we must go." *
*"Go where?" I stammered in fear. *
"You will see." He said. "It is not far."
I couldn't eat, I was too scared, and he didn't force me. I did however take a big long drink of water as it was hotter than hell, and it was still only early morning. The sun reflected brutally off the barren rocky landscape, there was no escape from it. Thankfully the gunk he'd been smearing me with made an excellent sun screen too. The warriors made sure my hands were securely tied and put the noose around my neck again. They handed the leash to the old man, and we were on our way again. The old man had not lied; soon we came to the place he meant. We stopped at the edge of the thickest nastiest thicket of the thorn bushes I had ever seen. A tank wouldn't have been able to force its way through the tangle. Any animal trying would be torn to shreds.
*"Oh my God!" I said, you're going to throw me in the thorn bushes aren't you, you sadistic old fuck!" It would have been a truly horrible way to die. It would have taken days as once impaled on the thorns there would have been no way to get loose, it was living barbed wire. I had seen dead birds that had made the mistake of landing on the stuff, their small feathery skeletons on display. *
*The old man just looked at me and didn't say anything, and while I called him names and insulted his mother he walked along edge of the impenetrable mass. Then suddenly he reached up and grabbed a limb and pulled open a hidden door. It was remarkable. The door was made of living thorn bush, and had evidently been shaped & trimmed and "trained" over time to blend in perfectly with the rest of the thicket, you could not tell even inches away. Then taking the leash he led me into the tunnel the door revealed, a tunnel through the thorn bushes! I was so taken back and amazed by the amount of skill and effort it had taken to form this tunnel that I actually forgot for a few minutes what my situation was. The first time I bumped against one of the thorns though I snapped out of it. "Ow! SOB!" Even though the sides of the tunnel looked smooth, we were still in the heart of a huge thicket of thorn bushes. One welcome thing though, it was still hot, but cooler in the shade of the thicket then outside. The old man led me for what must have been almost a mile, finding and opening several more of the perfectly hidden "doors". The place was a confusing maze and I knew I was totally lost. How he could find them, even knowing they were there, was a miracle. Finally we walked around a corner and he stopped and said "We have arrived!" *
*I moved up and looked over his shoulder and into a gaping pit. The tunnel opened up onto a fairly broad ridge of stone along the edge of the pit. I looked in and realized it was fairly deep, and from what I could see there were plants growing in the bottom, what looked like grass, and I could hear running water somewhere. Cool dry air flowed up from the pit. I licked my lips as I was very, very thirsty. *
*"What IS this place??" I asked in wonder. *
"It is your new home and prison, and the place you will receive your punishment." The old man replied.
*"What do you mean by that, what do mean by punishment? I asked fearfully. You said you wouldn't hurt me, you promised!" *
*"You will see, and as I promised I will not harm you." He said. "Now hold still!" *
*He did something to the ropes binding my wrists behind my back, and then took a heavier rope that had been concealed in the thorns and looped it under my arms and made a knot in the front. The he took off my sandals, and pulled off my loin cloth and I was nude again. This caught me by surprise, it wasn't much, but at least I wasn't stark naked with it on. I had all the usual male hang ups about being "nude" in public. *
*"Hey, I said, what the fuck?", but the old man said nothing. *
*Then without warning he suddenly gave me a powerful shove and I went over the edge of the pit! I screamed as I fell, but with a sudden painful jerk the rope stopped me a few feet down. *
*"Goddammit, I yelled, what the hell are you doing! You said you weren't going to kill me, I could have fallen and died!" *
*The old man just said "Stop whining and wriggling while I lower you or you WILL fall!" *
*So I did, I mean what else could I do? He lowered me and I realized the "pit" was pretty deep, about maybe a hundred feet or more. He let me down until my feet reached the bottom and sank into some soft grass. *
*"Good! He yelled; now pull the end of the rope in the knot around your chest!" *
*"What if I don't you ugly SOB!" I yelled back. *
*"Then I'll just let the rope drop!" He answered. *
*Oh, what the hell, I thought, and grabbing the end of the rope with my teeth gave it a hard yank and the slipknot came loose. The old man quickly pulled it up. "What now?" I yelled. *
*The old man yelled back, "You can work your hands loose easily; I tied the rope so it will come off with only a little work". *
*"Gee, thanks!" I yelled back. But he was right; I got loose in just a couple of minutes. I stood there stark naked and surveyed my new "home". It was a weird kind of place, but looked pretty peaceful. *
*"OK, What now? I yelled, is there something down here that's going to eat me or something?" *
*"Oh, no, said the old man, you are quite alone, but not for long I promise you!" *
*"What the hell does THAT mean?" I yelled back. *
But there was no answer, the old man had left and I was truly alone. And I was scared shitless. The place was too damn quiet, no birds, no sign of animals, not even any insects. It was perfectly quiet and peaceful which was all wrong. A place like this with water and food out in the middle of a blasted desert should be brimming with life even if it was down in a big hole in the ground.
*I looked around my new "home" slowly, looking for any kind of movement in the bushes and trees that made up the fauna down here in the pit. I didn't see or hear anything, it was perfectly quiet and still, not even a breeze. There seemed to be something though, some kind of awareness, or at least something seemed to know I was here. It was cooler down here, but I still sweated in fear. I looked around for a weapon, but other than the short soft grass there was nothing, not even a piece of rock big enough for throwing. *
*I could hear the faint murmur of flowing water, and my thirst got the better of me. So very I carefully crossed the small "meadow" of grass and moved underneath the trees. It was still very still and quiet except for the sound of the water, which was very wrong in any place that had water. Even at a desert oasis there should be animal noises, but here there was nothing, not even a lizard. I moved carefully through the trees & brush which was easy to do as even though they grew fairly thick there was no underbrush or debris, the floor of the "forest" was clean and open except for a layer of rotten plant matter which made the ground very soft and pleasant to walk on. I didn't need any shoes so far. I was still very aware I was nude though, and kept looking for any kind of weapon, but there were no sticks or anything. It looked like the forest was being kept manicured and the floor kept clean and free of debris, but the old man had said I was the only one here. *
*After moving cautiously and slowly for awhile I came to the edge of a larger clearing. At one end the walls of the pit came to an end, and pouring from a small opening part way up the side a plume of clear water plunged into a small pond. The clearing was covered by the same soft grass until I got near the edge of the pond. The rocks surrounding it were covered in a thick spongy green and grey moss or lichen of some kind. It crushed a little when I stepped on and gave a pleasant smell, and sprung back right away. I knelt down and took a long drink of the water, it was cool and sweet. I know I took a chance doing this as even clear water could contain disease or parasites, or it might even be poisoned. But I went ahead and drank as I really had no choice. It was drink or die of thirst. After satisfying my thirst I took a closer look at the spring. It was a pretty good size pond, and at least fifteen feet deep at the center. There were a few water lilies and some algae on the bottom, but other than that nothing else I could see. No bugs, no frogs, no fish, nothing except the plants. There weren't even any tracks in the mud. *
*I looked around at what I could see of the edge of the pit, the walls all sloped inward at the top so there was no way to climb out, and the thick thorn bush brush over head completely covered the opening. There was no way anyone could see or even realize this place is here, even from an airplane, I realized. The place was perfectly hidden and camouflaged. I looked around again, and realized there was a small stream that flowed away from the pond into a low creek bed in the forest. There was still plenty of daylight left, even if it was dimmed by the thorn screen, so I figured I might as well explore some more, and try and find something to eat, I added as my stomach rumbled. *
I decided to follow the creek to start with; it might lead to an exit or something, you never knew. So I followed the creek. It flowed over a bed made mostly of small gravel and sand, chuckling to itself and was about four feet wide and maybe six to ten inches deep, with the occasional deeper pool. It seemed to flow in what was more or less the center of the pit. I found that if I left the creek and moved much further than a hundred or so feet into the "forest" I would come up against the wall. Everywhere I could see the wall was curved out at the top, with no way to climb. I began to think this had been an underground river channel or lava tube at some point and in the distant pass the top had caved in which is why it was curved out like that. It was as good a guess as any.
*After about a mile I finally came to the end of the creek, it ended in a large sandy, swampy, pool with water bubbling in the center where the water drained into an underground channel. I tried to take a closer look, but quickly found the area around the drain was quicksand. I was sucked up to my butt before I managed to grab some of the thin branches of the trees lining its edge. I thought I was done for as the branches were small and fragile looking, but they turned out to be as strong as rope, and I was able to pull myself out after a frantic struggle. Maybe THAT was how the old fuck wants to kill me I thought. But then I realized they could have chucked me in quicksand right there by the river, so why drag me all this way to do it? NO, the evil old bastard had something else in mind, and I still couldn't shake the feeling I wasn't alone in this strange unreal place. *
*I spent the rest of the day exploring the pit, and found that there was no escape of any kind. Even the trees were too spindly and short to make any kind of a ladder out of and there was nothing suitable to tie them together with anyway. Even if I made a rope how would I get it up over the edge anyway? It was at least a hundred feet to the top of the sides of the pit everywhere I looked, and there was no way I could throw a rope that high. The place was a perfect natural prison. *
*My next goal was to try and find some food. I couldn't find any of the common edible plants that should have been growing in a place like this. In fact I quickly realized that the "bushes" and "trees" were actually variations of the same plant. They had spindly trunks and thin branches but were amazingly strong, they reminded me of weeping willows. No matter how I tried I was unable to break any off, they just bent like rubber, then bounced back into shape. The leaves were large and oval shaped and a dark green color. The plants had a kind of fruit in various stages of ripeness. Fully ripe they looked a lot like, and were about the size of, a pear. But they were a very dark; at first I thought black, purple color and the ripe ones smelled sweet. It took me awhile to realize there was no fallen or rotten fruit on the ground either, so there HAD to be someone, or something else, here too. Something was eating the fruit, but there were no tracks, droppings, or any indicator I was anything but alone! I passed on the fruit for now as I wasn't familiar with it at all and in the jungle you did NOT eat something you were unfamiliar with, that was a good way to kill yourself. If there had been some monkeys or birds around I could have watched to see if they ate the fruit, and it most likely would have been OK if they had. But like I said, there was NO wildlife here at all, not even bugs! I hadn't seen a skeeter or a fly since I'd been down here, and that was just wrong. *
*Finally the sun started to go down and it quickly began to get dark. I found that it was easy to walk around in the "forest" even at night as the plants seemed to give off a faint bluish glow, kind of like a dim phosphorescence. It was eerily beautiful but a little creepy at the same time. I halfway expected to see Tinker Bell come flying by or see an elf peeking out from around a trunk. *
My next worry was finding a place to sleep. I had noticed some hollowed out looking places in the wall of the pit near the waterfall, so I went back and checked them out. They were just shallow indentations, not really caves, but were better than nothing. I curled up in one of the "caves" and tried to sleep. But despite the soothing sound of the water it took me a long time to fall asleep. I still couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching me, or was at least aware of me. It wasn't really an evil or even threatening feeling, but it still creeped me out. I lay there watching the dimly glowing forest for any sign of anything, but it was perfectly still and quiet. Finally, though, I managed to fall into a fitful sleep.
*With a start I woke up and quickly realized where I was, Damn that crazy old fuck! I thought. With nothing else to do I started to explore again, but there just wasn't much to see. There only seemed to be about four kinds of plants, the weird bushes & trees, the grass, the moss at the spring, and some rushes growing in the quicksand area. I tried to reach some of the rushes so I could get their roots, but they were too far out in the quicksand and I almost got sucked down again. That left only the strange purple fruit on the trees for food, but I wasn't ready to try them yet. If nothing else was eating them there must be something wrong with them. The old man had said I was here to be punished, and since the purple fruit appeared to be the only "food" I figured they were probably some sort of horrible poison or something, or maybe they were some kind of parasite that would take root and grow inside of me. Don't laugh; there ARE plants like that in the world. If you eat their seeds they germinate in your belly and grow their way out of you however they can. NOT fun. *
After exploring the whole pit a couple of times I began to think that maybe the old man meant me to die from boredom. There was nothing to do. No way to escape, no way to make anything to use for escape, no way to even build a shelter or make clothes. At least at night it stayed warm enough that I never really got very cold, and in the day it was cool enough you didn't even sweat much unless you were doing something requiring effort. But all this running around butt naked like a jungle boy was getting really old, really fast. It might not have been so bad if Jane was around.
So two more days passed, and nothing happened. No monsters appeared to gobble me up, no torturers showed up to torment me, no nothing. Finally I gave in to my number one main worry, food. I was so hungry I was sick and weak, and finally decided I'd rather die from poison instead of starvation. At least it would be quicker. I reached up and plucked one of the ripe fruits off a branch, and was surprised it came off easily. When it was touched it literally fell in to my hand. I didn't have any trouble finding one of the fruits, they grew everywhere on the bushes and trees and there were thousands of them scattered throughout the forest. The things grew everywhere! As tough as the leaves and branches were I thought I'd have to fight to pluck one. I looked at it and gave it a sniff. It did smell good, like a ripe strawberry. Tentatively I took a small bite. The skin was fairly strong but I bit through easily enough. The skin tasted a little bitter, but the pulp was delicious! It was very similar to a ripe plume, but even better tasting. The fruit had a dark red pulp and was firm but juicy. I had meant to take only a small bite in case it WAS poison like I thought it might be, but it was go good; and I was so hungry, I couldn't help myself. Eagerly and greedily I devoured the fruit, and then when it was gone I quickly picked and ate several more without stopping. God, they were SO good! I'm not sure how many I scarfed down, but when I was through my hunger was gone and I felt full and happy. There weren't even any leftovers as the fruit had no seeds or pith. The whole thing was edible and delicious. Weird, but good. Later I ate some more, and then went back to my "cave" to sleep and slept a long deep restful sleep.
I woke up feeling fantastic, better than I had felt in years. I felt like I could run for a hundred miles without stopping. Energized I set out and patrolled the sides of the pit again, but found nothing new. For several more days nothing happened at all, the only thing I did do was to pull up a large section of the matt of moss that grew around the spring and put it in my cave to use as a mattress. I had found it was easy to pull the dead edges away from the rest of the moss. It was up to a foot thick and was also firm and resilient. You could lay on it for hours and it would spring back to its original form after you got up. It made a very nice mattress indeed and I was rather proud of my ingenuity. But other than that small accomplishment each day was pretty much the same, horribly boring.
*I'd get up, drank and eat, wander around for awhile aimlessly, drink and eat, etc, and finally go to bed. The only distraction was that on the second day after I started eating the fruit I got a rock hard erection out of nowhere, one minute I was normal and the next I was growing and hardening. The damn thing didn't go away even though I tried to ignore it. Finally I sat on one of the rocks around the edge of the pond and started to masturbate. Even though there was no there, and I was definitely alone, I still felt kind of embarrassed and tried to finish as quickly as possible. To my annoyance and irritation I found that in spite of my steady strokes; and my penis was nice & slick, I wasn't able to come for what must have been close to an hour. With my hand sore and getting tired I finally managed to have an orgasm, but it was a disappointment even though I shot a huge wad. It was more painful then pleasurable. I guessed it was due to my current situation and not really wanting to do it in the first place. I cleaned myself off in the pond with clean sand and didn't think about it much. Then to my annoyance I had the same thing happen on a regular daily basis after that first unwanted arousal. It was always the same, an unwanted rock hard hard-on, jacking off for an hour or longer, then a very unpleasant ejaculation, and so on. I found that fantasying helped a little, but not much. Other then than those disappointing and embarrassing experiences things went on as before, boring as hell! I attributed the erections to the fruit; it probably had some sort of a mild aphrodisiac effect. At least they weren't poison, if they had been I'd have been dead days ago. Besides I felt great and other then it being rather painful when I came I was rather proud I could keep a rock hard erection for over an hour with no problem. In fact unless I did relieve myself my cock would stay rock hard until I did, so I had no choice. I soon got as used to it as I could. *
*Then one day I woke up from a deep sleep with a start and realized that what had awoken me was the sound of loud grunts and strange squeals. What the HELL! I thought. The sounds went on and I realized they were coming from the direction of the ledge where I'd been lowered into the pit. I quickly; but carefully, made my way there, making sure to stay as deep in the forest as possible. When I got there I saw something large being lowered into the pit and then saw what was making all the noises. It was a baboon! I even realized the species; they were called "Big Grays" or "Big Blues" by the natives. I didn't know their scientific name, and didn't care. I did know that they were one of the largest of the baboon species in Africa, and the meanest too. They were man killers! I watched as the large bundle reached the ground, and then the rope was quickly pulled back up, and then another bundle was lowered and I realized it was another baboon. Now I finally understood what the old man was up to. He had put me in a fairly large pit with plenty of food and water, but no way to make weapons or even clothes, and then had put two vicious animals in with me. All so he could wait and see how long it took them to track me down and kill me! You sadistic old mother fucking SOB! I thought! *
My next thought was, what the hell was I going to do?? I noticed the second baboon had woken up and added its own enraged snarls and barks to the noise. Before I was noticed I'd better get the HELL out of here. There was only one place I could think of to go, and that was swampy area. I had found that a narrow ledge, much of it hidden by the rushes, went most of the way around the swampy area. So now I went there and lay down in the warm mud behind the rushes and hoped they wouldn't find me for awhile. The ledge wasn't easy to find, and I hoped the quicksand would keep them careful and scare them away from this area, or better yet maybe they'd even fall in! Maybe I could lure then to their deaths in the sucking muck. If that didn't work then I even considered throwing myself in too, it would be a more pleasant way to die then being torn apart. But I wasn't ready for that yet. The hell if I would let that old bastard have the satisfaction of me killing myself in such a horrible way. Then to make matters worse I felt myself getting another erection. Goddamit! I thought, NOT now, NOT here! But the dam thing had a mind of its own. I had to give in to the inevitable as it wouldn't go away until I had satisfied its need. So I lay there in the mud masturbating and hiding from bloodthirsty animals. What a revolting development.
*I hid where I was for four days, but saw no sign of the baboons, thank God! There was water and plenty of the delicious fruit and the mud stayed warm even at night. Other than having to jack off; now TWICE a day, I appeared to be safe and unnoticed. After while I got tired of hiding and decided to carefully scout around and see where the heck the baboons were. I was surprised they hadn't even seemed to bother to explore their new home. Maybe they found a way out! I carefully snuck through the "forest" until I finally saw them at the spring area. One seemed to be dozing in the shade, but the other was doing something to one of the trees. As I watched it plucked one of the fruits and devoured it on one or two bites. A short time later it backed up against the tree and started rubbing its rump against it in a regular motion, and I could hear it making hooting noises. The other one woke up, ate a fruit, and started to do the same thing. Weird, I guess their butts itch or something, or maybe they're wiping, gross. I hadn't seen any of their tracks in the woods so far so maybe I would fairly safe if I stayed away from the spring area that they seemed to have claimed. I missed my "mattress" and regular swims, but could do without them. Beats being torn apart any day! For the next couple of days I spied on the boons once or twice a day, but they seemed to have the same routine. Eat, sleep, and scratch their butts. Then one day I got over confident and came face to face with one of the baboons as I was sneaking through the forest. It was as surprised as I was! I came out unexpectedly into one of the small open areas and the baboon was on the other side. It didn't notice me at first as it was rubbing its rump up and down against the trunk of a tree and making very soft grunting sounds. It looked like it was enjoying itself. If you've got an itch, scratch it, I guess. *
I tried to back away, but the boon heard the sound of the branch I was holding slapping back into place when I let go too quickly. She looked up with a startled expression, instantly becoming completely alert. I froze and took on a submissive posture, and began to back away slowly. She approached me, but instead of appearing angry or threatening, she sniffed the air and watched me warily. I was able to back completely out of sight, and as quietly as possible made a beeline for my "hideout". To my dismay the baboon followed a short time later and I could hear it sniffing around the swampy area, but to my great relief it left when it started getting dark. I hid for two more days, still having to jack off twice day despite my newly rekindled fear, but there was not no more sign of the boon. Cautiously I took a look around and checked the area, and still no sign of them. Thank God! I decided to stay in "my" part of the pit, and leave them alone in theirs. No more sneaking around, next time one found me it might not be in such a good a mood. I remembered the baboon's size and mouth full of impressive fangs with a shudder. If they left me alone I'd leave them alone, truce.
And so it went on for a few more days. I started sleeping in the woods near the swamp instead of in the warm mud, it made me itch after it dried. Then one day something disturbing happened. It was in the early afternoon, and like clockwork I had another damn erection, rock hard and demanding. You have to understand that I didn't WANT the damn erections; they were annoying and also rather painful as it took at least an hour of jacking off before I could come. But I HAD to do it because they wouldn't go away otherwise! Once I tried to ignore one until it went away and ended up running around with a rock hard boner for over three hours, not fun. I had found a good tree trunk, perfect for leaning against, in a small clearing near the swamp. I had been masturbating for about half an hour when all of a sudden the branches of one of the bushes were pushed apart and one of the baboons entered the clearing. OH SHIT! I thought. What a situation to get caught in, leaning against a tree with my cock in my hand and nowhere to run! I've had it! I froze and prayed it wouldn't attack me if I showed no aggression or fear.
But to my surprise the baboon seemed almost shy and hesitant, instead of dangerous or threatening. She approached me slowly, stopping to look at me and sniff the air, then would move a little closer in an almost subservient way, keeping her head down and taking brief looks at me. I stayed rock solid still, but was ready to at least try run if the boon decided to attack me. The swamp was only a short distance away and maybe I could throw myself in the quicksand before she caught me. At last, after it was just a couple of feet away it turned around. At first I thought, thank GOD it's leaving! But to my shock and disgust it instead squatted down and thrust it's rump towards me. For the first time I noticed it was definitely female; and it was also in heat. Its rump was swollen and the lips of its vagina were also swollen and tender looking, and fluid was dripping from its vagina. I realized I had been aware of its scent but hadn't really noticed it until it turned to offer itself to me. I could SMELL its heat, a rich musky odor, intense and, GOD help me, arousing! I actually felt my own penis start to throb even though it was already hard. The female baboon turned its head toward me and made a deep soft moan. There was NO doubt about it; she was offering herself to me as a sexual partner. She wanted me to mount her and mate with her! Oh grooossss! I thought, but at the same time my own cock kept throbbing with real arousal. This IS NOT happening I thought.
"Um, look lady, I said in a soft voice as I slowly stood up, I, uh, appreciate the offer, I really do! You're just not my type, no offense!" Carefully I moved away. The baboon sat down and watched me, and as I left I heard it let out a soft moan of disappointment.
After that I moved back to the swamp as I at least felt safer there. I finished masturbating, and found it was easier as I guess the encounter with the baboon had at least really aroused me a little bit, which was very disturbing. That was so grooosss I thought as I cleaned myself off with clean sand from the bottom of the creek. I had never thought about; or ever even contemplated, bestiality. I was a perfectly normal man, and only women turned me on. It then occurred to me that if the damn fruit was making me horny and forcing me to masturbate for relief then it must have the same effect on the baboons. THAT was why they were rubbing their rumps against the trees; it was their way of masturbating, or trying to. I actually felt sorry for them as I understood how they must feel, to be horny with no one of the opposite sex around. At least I could come, but without penetration probably all they did was make it worse. NO wonder they were so mellow, no wonder she had offered herself, they were horny and desperate, and I was the only compatible male in the pit, I was the ONLY male in the pit. Sweet Jesus!
*I guess it was inevitable. I tried to avoid the baboons whenever I HAD to masturbate to get rid of my damn unwanted erections. For a few days I managed to jack off while lying in the mud and I never saw the boons. Finally I thought maybe they had forgotten about me so I looked for a new hiding place to jack off, hoping not to be found. I was tired of doing it lying down in slimy mud. But just a few minutes after I started the branches parted again and the baboon had found me again. It was a repeat of the first time, and I didn't know what to do. She approached me shyly and hesitantly and when I didn't do anything she turned away, then crouched and offered me her hindquarters again. I honestly don't know if it was the same baboon or not, but oh God her estrus scent smelled the same, rich and spicy and again my cock started to throb in arousal. I stared in horrified fascination at her swollen dripping vagina and the relief it offered me in a mixture of disgust and desire, and the desire won. This time my arousal was much more intense than it had been before, it had been since she'd made the first offer. It was real arousal too, both lust and desire. And God help me, I couldn't refuse that offer again. *
*I stood up, and instead of moving away I carefully approached her and positioned myself. Ohhhh God, part of me thought, this is WRONG! It's not natural! But then she turned her head to look at me and let out a deep pleading moan of lust, and I found myself staring again as her pussy lips suddenly flexed and some more fluid dripped from them and the scent of her need became totally overwhelming. The beast in me won and with no more hesitation I moved to mount her. With a grunt of anticipation I gently put the head of my swollen penis against the lips of her vagina and at my touch she let out a moan of need and braced herself. I tried not to look as I mounted her, but found my gaze irresistibly drawn to the sight of my cock sliding into her as her lips swallowed me. A couple of powerful thrusts and I had achieved complete penetration, my pubic hair mingling with the hair at the base of her lifted tail. With a moan of pleasure of my own I started humping her with steady, powerful, but gentle thrusts, and she grunted and squealed softly and her sounds of pleasure increased my own. And OH GOD it felt sooo GOOOOD! *
*It had been months since I'd forced myself on the native girl, and I thought THAT had been good sex, but it was NOTHING compared to this! I had never felt such lust and aching desire for a female before, and it no longer mattered to me if she was an animal. I fucked and humped the baboon for over an hour, the pleasure incredible. At one point I noticed that the other baboon had arrived and was intently watching us copulate. At some point in the past I might have been embarrassed to be watched while having sex, but I found it didn't bother me in the least. In fact I found myself eyeing the other female and wondering what it would be like to fuck her! *
I wanted; and needed, to come to so bad, and fucked her long and hard, moaning and grunting in pleasure as I slid in and out of her hot, slick, wet vagina, and she squealed and moaned her own pleasure. But even though I thought I'd explode with every thrust it was over an hour before I suddenly had the most gut wrenching orgasm I had ever experienced. It must have lasted at least a minute or longer, and I came and came and came! It was agonizing ecstasy, and from the sounds my "lover" made she was enjoying it just as much as I was! "UUHHHHH, Uhhhh, UH! GRUNT, GRUNT, SQUEALLL! The sounds rang in the clearing, and I honestly don't know who was making most of them, her or me. Finally I was finished and spent.
As I dismounted I realized what I'd just done and gave a sound of dismay and revulsion. Oh sweet Jesus, I thought, now that I had slacked my lust I could not believe I had just had full, unprotected, sex with a female baboon! And it had been the BEST sex I'd ever had. With a sob of self loathing I turned and ran away from the baboons. I went right to the creek and sat down it in and rubbed myself with sand until I was raw, desperately trying to get the smell of my degradation and shame OFF of me. Later I crawled into the bushes, ate some of that dam "passion" fruit, and fell into a deep sleep. I slept all afternoon and well into the night, and thank GOD I didn't have my usual late afternoon erection! For now at least I seemed to be satiated.
*I knew, of course, that this wouldn't last. And sure enough early the next morning my penis suddenly lengthened and became rock hard again. Ohhhh, God, no! Not again, I thought! I tried to find a hiding place, but again the baboons found me, this time quicker than before. I think they had smelled the scent of my own unwanted sexual arousal and it drew them like moths to a flame. They approached me and I could smell their own arousal and need, and again I was unable to refuse when one of them offered me her rump. This time I didn't hesitate before mounting and copulating with her. God help me I thought, as I pounded my rock hard aching penis in and out of the slick tight embrace of her vagina, but it feels so GOOD!! "Ohhhh Uhhhh!" And again it took me over an hour to finish, and again a massive orgasm that seemed to last forever rocked both of us, both of us gasping and squealing at the ecstasy we had given one another. *
*When I was finished with my "lover" both of the baboons followed me as I guess I had established myself as the dominant male and they thought of themselves as my mates now. Oh God. They watched while I cleaned myself off in the creek, and then followed me wherever I went. After awhile I got more or less used to my "company". What was disconcerting was; every time I stopped they would sit and look at me, and I KNEW what they were waiting for, what they wanted. Oh, God help me, I knew! *
Towards early evening I felt myself becoming erect again; I guess I wasn't to be spared my second boner of the day this time. But it was also different this time, it was REAL arousal and; God forgive me, I didn't WANT to stop it! The air reeked of their sexual pheromones, and this time I eagerly mounted the other baboon as I could now tell them apart with no trouble. Again it took me at least an hour of brutal bestial sex to bring her and myself to the release of massive orgasms. I humped and fucked her with steady powerful thrusts, firmly gripping her in front of her hind legs while we both gave vent to loud sounds of mutual pleasure, her hoots and squeals mingling with my own deeper grunts and moans of pleasure. After we had finished I cleaned myself off again, and then moved back to my old "cave". My "mattress" was still there, so I flopped down and fell into a very deep exhausted sleep. I wasn't even aware when my "harem" joined me, their warm furry bodies keeping me warm. In a way maybe it was touching, two different species brought together by intense sexual needs only the other could satisfy.
*I woke with a start, and found I was starving. I got up and went to the spring and got a drink of water then ate several of the delicious fruits. The baboons were doing the same. After that I laid back down to rest in the shade and as I lay there waiting for the inevitable first erection of the day I did some thinking. I was still repulsed by what I apparently could not resist doing, and more disturbingly I was even starting to look forward to it. It's was bestiality, but I tried to justify it by the fact that both myself and the baboons had nothing to eat but a plant which was evidently a very powerful aphrodisiac. We were male and female, although from different species, but it WAS true that we were compatible. I had no trouble servicing them, and they seemed to really enjoy my attentions, and God help me I most certainly enjoyed theirs. It was the best sex I had ever had, the damn fruit not only made us horny but it greatly increased the sexual pleasure. I know now that we're all addicted to the fruit, but it makes no difference as they are the only available food. I also know they're the cause of our unnatural lusts, but again we have no choice but to eat them or die of starvation and I have no idea of what the withdrawl symptoms might be like. And, I thought, no one else will ever know about it, my shame will be our secret. I doubt the baboons thought about it much in any way, or did they feel shame too? They were probably just glad to have a male, ANY male, who could satisfy their need. *
*I felt no hatred or loathing towards my "lovers", only towards myself. I was the intelligent one and it should be up to me to end out unnatural love, but I just couldn't. As soon as I caught a whiff of their arousal I lost all control and inhibitions, I can't begin to describe the lust. That I was responding to another species female's sexual musk was another thing to worry about. Had their scent changed, or had my own sense of response to pheromones changed? Another thing I realized was the copulations shouldn't last so long. As hard and desperate for relief as I was they shouldn't have lasted more than a few minutes at most, something was keeping me from coming as long as possible. But that side effect of the fruit I decided; to be truthful, wasn't that bad as I didn't mind taking so long to service them at all, it FELT sooo good to be able to screw for an hour or longer without stopping, and it was so boring around here that I looked forward to the sex more and more. At least it helped pass the time in a rather disturbing, but extremely pleasurable way. I think I would have gone insane from lust eventually if I had still been all alone. *
*By that time all my thinking about my sexual situation had aroused me and I quickly found an eager willing partner. As soon as I approached the females with my erection they were as eager as I was. So that became the routine. Sleeping, eating, and fucking for over two hours a day. And I'm quickly losing any inhibitions or embarrassment I still have about having sex with animals. The longer it goes on the more I enjoy it. I doubt by now that I could ever go back to human partners, that my sexual interests had changed for good. *
*A week later there was another commotion at the entrance clearing to the pit. I had just finished copulating with one of the "ladies" and shortly after I was through they both suddenly ran off and I heard them squealing and snarling at something. I followed them to the clearing just in time to see the second of two MORE baboons being dumped, and again the rope snaked up and out of sight before I could see who had done it. The two new arrivals seemed to be groggy and were probably drugged, and they were intimidated by my two "mates" who made sure they knew who was in charge. Once the pecking order was established it didn't take very long for me to add the new arrivals to my "harem", and I was looking forward to it, I would enjoy having never females to fuck. Once the fruit started to have its effect on them after only a couple of days they were as eager for my "services" as the first two baboons had been. By the end of their first week in the pit I had serviced both of them several times and it was just as intense and enjoyable with the new arrivals as with the first two. I was surprised the old man hadn't lowered in some sort of other animal to kill me since the first baboons had obviously failed, but maybe he thought one of the new ones would. Stupid old fuck, if he realized what they were really doing to me, or what I was doing to them, he'd probably shit his loincloth in anger. He put me in this pit to be torn apart by wild animals, and instead I'm mating with them and enjoying it immensely, the pleasure incredible. So nuts to you nut job. *
Another thing that changed however was that by the end of the second week after the new "ladies" arrived I was able to service all FOUR of them every day, with no trouble. Within a couple of hours of fucking one I was just as rock hard and ready for the next. Actually at this point I was rather proud and little awed of myself. How many men do you know who can have full blown sex four times a day, and for over an hour each time! And the fucking WAS incredible, if anything it became even more pleasurable the more often I serviced one of the boons. Instead of being worn out by doing it four times a day I found it was no problem at all and the pleasure was glorious.
*A couple of weeks later the same thing happened, I woke up to hear hooting and yelling from the "ladies" only to find two MORE baboons had been dumped into the pit. And again before the week was up I added them to my harem, and again by the end of the second week I was easily fucking all SIX of them each once a day, for over an hour each. Oh God it was so unbelievably pleasurable. Each coupling seemed to be better than the last. I had never tried any real "foreplay" with the baboons, and they hadn't expected it. Just couldn't see myself trying to fondle their "boobs" or kiss them or anything, but I certainly had no hesitation about fucking them. That the sex was more animal then human didn't bother me at all. And I did it as often, and as long and hard as I could, much to their delight and my own. I was insatiable, it was every males dream. It became my sole desire to have my cock buried to the hilt in one of the female's swollen wet vaginas. I just couldn't get enough. In between couplings I would eagerly wait for my next rock hard erection, fondling myself to speed it up. So I was GLAD when two more baboons were dropped into the pit a few days later! Again it took me only two weeks to add their eager willing warm bodies to my harem, and at that end of that two weeks I was servicing each of them a day, for eight hours or longer a day of mind blowing sex with female animals. I no longer had any thoughts of escape or anything else; my only concern was how soon I would be able to mount the next female. *
*A few weeks' later two more female baboons were lowered into the pit, and again two more a few more weeks later for a total of twelve females for my harem. Within days I had added the new females to my harem, and was now servicing them each once a day for over twelve solid hours of sex every day, and somehow I can do it, I feel no post-coupling fatigue, my lust and need just as intense every time I mount one of the boons. And I no longer question or worry about it, about how it's possible for me to perform like I do. I just fuck them almost all day long. I start early in the morning before the sun comes up, and finish after dark. My only other acts are to eat and drink, then when I'm finished for the day to collapse onto my moss mattress for as much sleep as I can surrounded by the warm bodies of my "mates". Each day starts with a long drawn out coupling, both myself and my "lover" sobbing and moaning from the sheer ecstasy and the non-stop thrusts until final release comes. It is agonizing ecstasy far beyond anything I can describe, both for myself and my mates. *
Several weeks pass and no more baboons were dropped into the pit, but I don't even notice as I'm too busy trying to satisfy myself and my lovers. A few days ago I came to realize I was servicing MORE than twelve of them a day and I was getting up earlier and going to bed later. Often the last one or two couplings of the day would be done in the strange eerie glow of the nighttime forest with the strange glow highlighting our forbidden love and it was very erotic and drove me to even more frenzied couplings. That it should be impossible for a man, or ANY male, to copulate that many times a day no longer bothered me. And still the number of times grew on a steady basis, fourteen times a day, sixteen, and so on until finally I was humping each of the baboons twice a day, for 24 times in 24 hours! I was getting hardly any sleep, but it I just didn't seem to need it anymore. When I did sleep it was a profound deep sleep from which I always woke eager and ready to start the next day servicing my harem.
I also noticed that as the frequency of the couplings grew, the duration was becoming shorter. At first just a few minutes, but then the average period it took me to mount and finish humping a female began to last; at the most, only 45 minutes instead of the usual hour or longer. That was fine with me too; the more partners in a shorter time the better! Reaching orgasm was just as pleasurable, and while humping them was fantastic it took too long to get to the agonizing ecstasy of the actual orgasms which lasted just as long as ever, so if took me less time to reach that release so much the better.
*Another thing I had noticed; and worried about it at first, was the fact that my penis and testicles were growing. At first I thought it was my imagination, but after awhile it was obvious and noticeable. I should have known I couldn't have that much sex a day without being able to produce more sperm and semen. At first my testicles swelled until my scrotum was taught like a water bag full of water, and at the end of the "day" they would be deflated and drained again. Now they remain taught all the time, overflowing with my sexual fluids, and impossible to keep drained. Every time I cum I blast a huge wad into my squealing lovers. And my testicles have been slowly stretching my scrotum as they grow in size. When I reach down and hold them I can feel them gently pulsing. My penis has slowly been lengthening and thickening as well and the baboon's vaginas have been stretching to accommodate my increasing size, and maybe even getting deeper. I can tell because some of them will start to get too tight, then a few days later will be able to accommodate every inch of me again with no problem as they stretch wider and grow deeper. I know that something like that should be impossible, but I welcome it now as the pleasure increases along with the size of my genitals. *
*I now know that whatever this plant is it is MUCH more than a mere aphrodisiac. It's been six months now, and my penis is a good ten inches long, and my balls are the size of tennis balls. And, OHHH GOD, as I grow in size the sex increases in intensity and pleasure. I feel more like a bull or a stallion then a man anymore. The scent of the baboons estrous drives me insane with lust and slowly but surely the frequency of the couplings is still increasing, even as the duration is steadily dropping. I am now servicing more females in less time than before and no longer try and keep count. I just do it because I have no choice, I am a slave to the pleasure, the aching need. *
And so the time passes but I don't really notice. My whole day is spent in haze of agonizing sexual pleasure. I no longer can think of; or want, anything else. The small part of me is still aware is appalled and horrified at the insatiable sexual monster I have become, and am still in the progress of becoming because somehow I know the change is far from over. Every time I eat the fruit I can feel something in me change and it is speeding up! I slobber and moan in near mindless lust as I ram my aching rock hard throbbing penis in and out of my females huge gorgeous eagerly gaping vaginas as I blast cum into them again and again, and nothing else matters to me anymore. I can feel my huge testicles; now the size of baseballs, swinging back and forth as I hump the baboons and it feels so good! I live only to try and satisfy my own and the insatiable need and lust of my lovers as I have no choice, and the poor creatures are as addicted as me. I've thought about trying to kill myself by jumping in the quicksand, but the females seem to know and won't let me go anywhere near it now. Now I am servicing a total of as many as four an hour as it only takes me about fifteen minutes to mount, hump, reach orgasm, and finish with each female now and move on to the next. Only a minute or two pass before I mount the next female in line though, my only breaks are very briefly to relieve myself and to gobble some of the fruit that has done; and is doing this, horrible thing to me. I can hump them up to twelve hours nonstop cumming four or more times an hour before finally collapsing and falling asleep wherever I happened to be, only to wake an hour or two later and start again, the pit echoing with grunts and moans of sexual ecstasy. I know what is happening to me, but there is no way to stop, no way to make it end! All I can do is moan and hump helplessly as another orgasm racks my own, and my lover's bodies.
*I sleep less the four hours a day, and one brief break to relieve myself every few hours is all I need. Even when I relieve myself my cock stays rock hard, it hasn't been flaccid for weeks now. I eat now while in the process of humping one of the females. I just reach up to a tree and pluck the fruit and shove it in my mouth without noticing. Sometimes the females bring the fruit to me and feed me while I'm busy servicing one of their sisters. It saves time. It also provides me with the water I need, so I do not even need to visit the creek or pond any more. I'm up to six females an hour, it taking me less than ten minutes each to service one of them. Even so each coupling seems to take forever as I thrust and thrust desperately trying to satisfy the now insatiable need, to take the edge off of my agonizing lust. Each orgasm still lasts at least a minute, with both me and my partners screaming in mindless agonizing ecstasy as the orgasms wrack our bodies. What was once so pleasurable has become unending torment, a self inflicted torture of the flesh I cannot stop. *
*And I have continued to grow. My penis is now fourteen inches long, and thank God seems to have stopped there as it seems the baboons cannot accommodate anything larger and believe me it is a tight, but perfect, fit, the tighter the better. It hurts, oooooohhh it hurts SO good! I can't begin to describe how their powerful vaginal muscles feel as they stroke and caress my penis the whole time I'm fucking them. They didn't used to be able to do this so I know the fruit is changing them in order to make their own sex as pleasurable as possible. And then when I come they milk me with strong powerful strokes of their own, gripping and stroking me during my whole orgasm! Ohhhhh GOD, the pleasure is unbearable, but I can't get enough! It's like jacking off WHILE I'm fucking and coming! My testicles; and prostate, have continued to grow in order to produce the amount of sperm and other sexual fluids I must have in order to be capable of servicing so many females in such a short period of time. They are now larger then soft balls, huge swollen obscene pendulums, and they hang down to my knees like those of a ram or bull. And other things have happened to me, are still happening, horrible impossible things my rapidly failing mind desperate tries to deny the reality of, refuses to accept. *
*Still the number of couplings increase, and the period needed to service a female slowly gets shorter. OHHH GOD, I think, it can't any more, it's impossible! But slowly and surely the times I can perform per hour increased to eight females an hour, then ten, and finally twelve. And my loins have slowly grown to the size of cantaloupes; they are huge throbbing things that now lie on the ground in a puddle of my own juices as I service the baboons. Oh God, how I want to die, anything to end this unending sexual agony. *
I moan and sob mindlessly as I fuck baboon after baboon, it now taking me less the five minutes to mount, brutally hump and fuck each one, then have a full blown orgasm. Twelve an hour, almost twenty-four hours a day, nonstop except for a few minutes to relieve myself once a day, all day and night long the pit echoes to sounds of bestial couplings, my own sounds just as bestial as my "lovers". I can no longer make any human sounds as my mouth and tongue feel funny and the unending pain and pleasure are just too intense, all I can do is grunt and moan. I would give anything, anything to die, to end the horror! The pleasure is gone now; all that exists is agonizing ecstasy to the point of insanity. But every time my mind starts to sink into a peaceful abyss of mindlessness something draws me back to my hell. Whatever is doing this to me will not let my mind die.
*The old man stepped to the edge of the pit and listened to the sounds coming from below him. Guttural moans and sobs, grunts and squeals of animal lust and pleasure. It is done he thought, the foolish man thought I had put the baboons here to kill him, but now he must realize the truth if he is even still capable of human thought. Throwing a rope over the lip of the pit he slowly climbed to the bottom. It wasn't hard for him to find the sexual monster that had once been a man, or his harem. He actually felt sorry for the man as he approached, but the crime he had committed had been far worse than rape, it had been sacrilege and such an act demanded suitable punishment. He stopped and looked down at the "man" if you could call him that anymore. *
*Not only his genitals had changed, but his whole body had. He now more closely resembled his sexual partners then a man. His hind legs had become heavily muscled and taken on a permanent digitigrades crouch in the mounting position, and his toenails had developed into powerful claws so he could dig into the dirt to give him better purchase to mount and penetrate a female as hard and deep as possible. His face has elongated into a bestial snout, with its own impressive fangs so he could help pin a female by biting the back of her neck, and his sense of smell was much more sensitive now in order to enjoy the females estrous scent all that much more. He had grown a sizable rat like tail too, in order to provide a counter weight while he was mating, and it swished from side to side constantly. His hair had grown into a long tangled mane like growth extending down his back, but otherwise his bestial body was hairless. His arms had elongated somewhat, as had his fingers whose nails had also become claws, again the better to clasp and pin his partners. The old man watched as he finished with female after female, pulling his huge swollen penis out of one vagina only to thrust it in to another just a few seconds later wit grunts and snarls of mindless lust. Twelve times an hour for twenty four hours a day, needing no sleep or rest, desperately trying to satisfy his and his partners insatiable lust and needs, his huge visibly throbbing testicles resting on the ground between his legs. They were so large and swollen it was hard for him to even move, and his body and the ground around it was drenched in sexual fluids, but the grass eagerly sucked it up. *
The old man knew that the plant that had caused this horrible change was also feeding off of the copious amounts of sperm and semen that spurted from each vagina, and from the tip of his penis between mountings. The very grass was also part of the plant. It also was feeding off of his mind as well the old man knew, and the more the plant fed off of his lust the more of a beast he would become. The old man knew the change was far from over. If he could go insane that would be merciful, but the old man knew the plant would not allow that as the emotions and feelings he produced were much more intense and satisfying to the plant if he was aware of them; if he knew what he had become and remembered he had once been human, so the plant would keep him sane, or as sane as was possible.
*He watched in loathing and disgust as the creature kept mounting and serving one baboon after another, grunting and moaning from its abnormal sexual performance. It wasn't even aware of his presence; its attention was focused solely on the female it was currently mating with. Squatting down the old man slapped the creature in the face a few times, hard, until finally a gleam of intelligence and recognition came into its eyes. This didn't stop, or even slow down, its frantic fucking, but at least it was now aware of him. It tried to talk, but its bestial muzzle could no longer form recognizable words. He watched as its tongue lolled over its fangs desperately trying to say something. *
*"UHHHH, UGGGGHHHHHUHHH" it slobbered, "AH AH AHHH PUUUHHH, UH UH!" Then it screamed in agonized ecstasy as another massive orgasm rocked it, and quickly pulling its penis out of the baboon it immediately mounted the next eagerly waiting female. "Aaaaahhh, grunt, Ohhh! It groaned as it penetrated the new female's vagina to the hilt and started humping her with powerful thrusts. For a few seconds as it had orgasmed the intelligence had faded, but now it came back a little stronger as if the pain of the orgasm had caused him to wake up a little more. *
"Puuuh, Puuhleeez, it sobbed, Puuhleeez, mac it stood, grunt/slobber, OH, OH, Puuuhleez hep eeee! It huurdds sooo gooood! Ah, Ah, AHHH, I..I cant, I, I cant, UGGHHH stanit, oh, oh puuussleeeezz makit stood! Urrraahhh!"
*The old man shook his head, and said "NO, I told you I brought here for punishment, and the punishment would fit the crime. You raped my bride to be as if she was an animal, took her like a beast with no love or compassion, so your punishment fits your crime. You are now a beast, and will mate with beasts for the rest of your miserable life, unable to do anything except try and satisfy your bestial lust." *
*Then he had to stop and wait as the creature suddenly arched its back and gave one last powerful thrust into the baboon's vagina, sobbing and screaming with its head thrown back as the massive orgasm rocked it and its mate for over a minute. Its eyes were open and bulging and slobber flew from its wide open mouth. *
"UHHHHHHHHH, grunt, OOOHH GAWWWW NAAAAA!!" it screamed.
*It hung its huge bestial head low for a few seconds, sobbing with drool dripping on to the back of the female. Then it dismounted with a slobbering grunt and quickly mounted the next female with no hesitation, but the intelligence still remained in its eyes for now. *
*"Oh Ugggh, Oh!" it moaned as it lunged into the female, "Puuuhhhleez mac it stood, OH PUHLEEZE, grunt/grunt!, ah kant stanit, Ohhhh Puhleeez, gurgle, U don kna wut itsd lac!!!!" Then it screamed and howled again, then switched partners and continued its labors. Slobbering and grunting in lust as it mounted its next mate. *
"I am sorry the old man said, but this is the punishment to fit your crime! From now and forever you will mindlessly copulate with one animal after another, but as another animal, NOT a man! In time you will forget you were ever human, and become what you are now. A mindless sexual monster, unable to reach satiation or satisfy your lust no matter how hard you try, no matter how many females you mindlessly copulate with. And this place will keep you alive forever as there is no time or aging here. Those who become addicted to the plants fruit become immortal in order to supply the plant with what it desires. Your punishment is just beginning, and will last forever."
"NUUH! NUUUH!" The thing gibbered, its eyes full of terror. "Nuuuh! Puhleezz kal me, kiil me!, grunt!, und it, don leb me lak dis, PUHLEEEZE KIIIIIILLLL ME!! And its pleas turned to incoherent screams and grunts as another orgasm wracked its body. "Ah don serv dis! Puuhleeez don leb me! Ah ah kant stanit, Puhleezz kal eeee! UH, uh,uh! Grunt!"
"NO, said the old man, you fate is to stay here in this place, to service these females until the end of time. This plant not only turns animals and people into mindless sex crazed monsters but it also feeds off their fluids and the bestial sexual pleasure in their minds. My people have known about this place and the plant for thousands of years. In small doses the fruit of the plant increases sexual capability and pleasure in man or animal, but only if given in small controlled doses. When one becomes permanently addicted as you are the resulting physical changes can be truly horrible and they never stop! You think they cannot continue but you have only just begun to experience what the plant will do to you and your "lovers" in order to force you to provide it with more nourishment, both physical and mental. Even I do not know what the eventual outcome might be as all those previous monsters were destroyed out of mercy. The plant will make you capable of providing it with more and more fluids and will increase the sexual pleasure your minds feel so it can also experience and feed on your pain and pleasure. The only way you can ever die now is for someone to kill you, but it will not be me."
*"I am satisfied that your punishment is just, and it will never end. I am the last of the shamans of my tribe and without the bride you took from me I cannot sire a replacement. She was a specially prepared pure vessel, and because you took her innocence I am now the last of my line. I am the only one who knows of the location of this place, and once I leave no one will ever come back to it again for who knows how many years, perhaps centuries, perhaps never. And during that time you will remain here." *
*In the meantime the creature had changed partners many times. The old man could see the horrible realization in its eyes of what it had become, and was still becoming, and he almost felt sorry for the beast. But not enough to free the man trapped inside. It pleaded with its eyes, tears streaming from them as it made bestial grunts and squeals of pain and pleasure, grunting and slobbering as it serviced female after female. The beast seemed to know he was about to leave, and desperately tried to talk once more. *
*"NUUUH, Nuuuhhh PUUUUHLEEEZ!" It sobbed and wailed, "Ah kant anmo, Oh Gawd, Puuuhhleezz, grunt, kil meee, mak it stup! UH, UH, GRUNT!" Then it had to stop and scream again as another massive orgasm racked it, and its lovers, bodies. *
*With a sigh the old mad stood up and spoke to the beast one last time, "Good bye, I will leave you now to your labors." And turned and walked away from the wailing pleading creature. *
He knew that after a few years the tunnels & doors in the thorn thicket would grow closed, and soon there would be no way to reach this place, or even know it existed. The secret would die with him. Long after he was gone the man who had raped his bride to be would labor endlessly as a pitiful sexual monster, desperately trying to slack his insatiable lust. Which was a most fitting end he thought, no mercy remaining as he remembered what the screaming begging creature below had done to his bride to be when it was human. He climbed the rope, pulled it up after him, and as he left he carefully closed the hidden doors in the thorn bush thicket for the last time.
*"NUUUUH, NUUUUUH!, OH, grunt, PUHLEEZ, slobber/drool, DON LEEV MUHH!!, Oh Oh Nuuuuh Puhleezz!" I sobbed and screamed. "Puuuhhleez kiiiill me, grunt/grunt, OH PUHLEEZ!! Don leb me lak diss, slobber, Oh oh puhleezz! NO, UH, UH, UHUGGGH! Squeal!" I continued to scream and wail long after the old medicine man had left, hoping he would come back and show mercy and kill me. "Ppuuhhleezz, Ah don dserv ths, grunt! Ooohhh PUHLEEEZ HEP ME, PLEEEZ KILL MUUUUEEE! Grunt!" *
But after awhile as I brutally copulated with female after female the soul wracking orgasms beat the spark of intelligent awareness back down and my final attempts at intelligible speech faded back into the sounds of a rutting animal and nothing more. I became an almost mindless copulating animal again, living only for the unbearable sexual agony the baboons provided in my useless efforts to satisfy my need, my obscene balls spasming and pumping several ounces of sperm per orgasm with some of it spurting onto the ground and drenching it as the plant eagerly sucked up the delicious nutrients and at the same time fed off the sexual pleasure and pain of my mind. "Grunt! Uhuhuh, Squeal, Grunt!" But some small part of me remained aware, and the plant also fed off the terror it felt as it screamed deep in the mind of the grunting beast, tried desperately to retain some control, to remember it was human, or once had been. And the horror was only beginning.
** THE END**
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