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Beast and the Beauties Ch. 01

By: kingbooruwa



This story contain parts that indicate non-consensual sex, non-human relationship and subcategories of cuckolding. If you are offended by any of these subjects, please proceed at your own risk.

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Lisa used her right hand to move a rouge tress of her own long brown hair that hindered her view of a herd of zebras. It was proving to be a troublesome job to keep all her long luscious hair under control while riding a safari jeep in the African savannah. She turned her head left to see her husband David also looking at her with a happy smile and she replied him with a wide smile and grabbed on to his hands before turning back to enjoy the natural majesty of ever stretching landscape of wild Africa.

Lisa and David were a couple that could be said as fated or meant to be together the rest of their life time. They were a matching 'beautiful wife and handsome husband' couple. David had a body that turned many of the women's heads and Lisa had a top model body that had the ability make every guy sport a tent in their pants. They first met during their college years, and they were so well compatible in both mentally and physically, they got married shortly after the graduation. When they both reached the age of 29, to celebrate their fifth wedding anniversary, Lisa and David decided to visit Africa for a much needed break from their hectic and routine city life. They were waiting for a more financially stable time to start a family and not having kids at that time made all the planning for the vacation that much easier for them. 

Lisa and David were having the time of their life during the vacation when an old white man spotted the lovely couple sitting in a safari bar. They both looked good, but it was the beauty of Lisa that grabbed the old man's attention. He politely introduced himself to the couple as a safari trip manager and got into a pleasant conversation with them to build up a warm friendship. When he felt that they were warming up to him and start to trust him, he proposed that he could arrange them a safari to see rare mountain gorillas for a huge discount, just because he liked them. Being a middle class family, Lisa and David had to carefully save enough money for this vacation; so, hoping to take full advantage of everything to fully enjoy their stay, they gratefully took on the old man's kind offer.

Two days later, the happy couple was picked up from the hotel by a safari jeep and they were heading in to the deep jungle through rugged and rarely used routes. Soon the roads themselves disappeared into the thick jungle and they were driving through the deep jungle. The driver seemed to know where he was going even through the unmarked jungle, and skillfully maneuvered the vehicle through the ever thickening vegetation. 

Dave and Lisa were excited about the opportunity to see a rare wild gorilla and were thinking that this was the best part of their whole vacation. When the vehicle stopped after the about two hours of driving through the deep jungle, the old man announced that they have reached the location, and they have to get out of the vehicle and track on foot through the jungle to avoid disturbing or spooking the primates. Dave, Lisa, the old man and the African guide was walking in line through a narrow path when suddenly armed men appeared from the jungle and tackled startled Dave and screaming Lisa to the ground. Even the strongly built David didn't have a chance with two men jumping on him and when they noticed the guns that were pointed to their heads, both of them stopped the struggle.

Lisa felt the sharp pain of a needle piercing in to her arm and lifted her head up from the dirt to see what it was. It was then that she saw the old man and the guide standing in front of her with wide grins, and she realized the fact that they were tricked from the beginning and the danger they were in. within seconds, her eyelids felt heavy with drowsiness and she managed to utter one word before falling asleep.

"Why?"

Lisa woke up to find herself on a bed in a barely illuminated room. She got up in a hurry and started to call for David while observing the small room. It was the size of a small bedroom and was furnished with a metal bed, a small table with a chair, a treadmill, a body length mirror and a small attached bathroom with a sink, shower and a commode. There were three doors on each remaining walls that the bathroom wasn't attached to. Interestingly, half of one of the entire small walls was made of very thick plastic like glass and the other half contained a metal door with a big red button. It was too dark on the other side for her to see anything through the glass and opposite of that wall, on the other small wall, contained another metal door with and a big TV screen built in to the wall. The other long wall didn't have anything on it except for another metal door built on the edge that touched the wall with the TV screen. All the doors were locked even though it was strange to have three doors for such a small room. 

Lisa suddenly heard a very faint sound of David calling her name. The sound was coming from the other side of the long wall that contained only a door. David was held on the other side of that wall. While Lisa busied her thought for a way to get to David, the TV screen on the wall came to life and it was showing the room where David was being held. The room he was in looked exactly like her except for the missing treadmill, and everything was on the opposite side like it was a mirror image of her room. She realized that they were being held in attached rooms and only the long wall was separating them. He seemed to be fine and he was looking at the direction of the camera. It was then she noticed the small camera hole that was located above the TV screen and she concluded that he must be seeing the image feed of his room or her room. She was relieved to see that David was unharmed and tried to make sense of the situation.

The TV screen flickered few times and an image of the old man that deceived them in to this predicament appeared and Lisa heard the faint sound of David shouting profanities in his room.

"Now, now David. Let's calm down. You are my prisoners and if you don't follow the rules, you both will experience rather uncomfortable punishments," the old man in the TV said with a stern look.

From that, Lisa understood that their captor could hear them and can respond through the TV in real time. Even if he spoke in a calm manner, his threats were real and his eyes showed that he was serious. David must have understood the same thing and Lisa heard his voice fade off from the other side.

"Pardon me for my choice of harsh words. So, first of all, I would like to welcome you both to my humble lab. You lovely couple is here for a great cause and you can be proud that you will be a part of the beginning of world unification and humanity's salvation," The old man said with smile. 

"Let me elaborate on the past proceedings that led to this situation. I am the foremost bio-engineering scientist in soviet Russia. Or I could say 'I was', since I'm now working independently," he laughed aloud while Lisa and David failed to find any humor in what he said. 

After the round of laughing, he straightened up with a serious look and resumed his lecture.

"After the victory of world war two, mother Russia and United states entered the cold war era. Both sides were interested in upgrading their infantry; while USA focused on mechanizing their infantry, we focused on bio-upgrading ours. To put in simple words, to breed super soldiers; soldiers who are much stronger and obedient than average soldiers. One concept that really captured the higher-ups attention was to create humans with strong animal genes in them. Mother Nature had made inter-breeding between different species impossible; but we scientists were born make impossible things possible," old man said with a gleam of light in his eyes.

"Soon, my proposal got the government approval and a team of scientists led by myself went to Africa and established our secret research center. The reason we had to come to Africa was because it was easy to keep things in secrecy here and easy availability of test subjects since our objective was to create a hybrid of humans and gorillas."

"We brought few volunteer Russian women with us to provide the eggs because for the cross breed to be intelligent, the eggs had to come from a human mother. So we were genetically modifying the test gorillas little by little to improve their genetic compatibility to humans. Even after years of hard work, we failed to artificially fertilize a human egg with gorilla sperm. 

As rays of hope started to fade with time failures, a miracle occurred in those desperate times. One of the women developed a very close bond with one of the test gorillas and crossed the rules of nature to intimately unite with her lover in secrecy. The product of that forbidden union was the salvation of myself and the humanity. The woman gave birth to the test number one and it brought back hope for everyone in the project. Even if it lacked the desired intelligence, its sperm had the ability to fertilize unmodified human eggs. Soon, ten mix-bred of the second generation were born. They were more intelligent than the test number one, but still wasn't up to the standard we were looking for.

It was only a matter of time before we reach the sixth generation to achieve the desired intelligence; but when just as the first one from the third generation was born, the Soviet Union collapsed. The government shut-downed our project and killed the test subjects to eliminate all the evidences. I managed to escape with the only third generation mix-bred since it was a crime against humanity to discard everything after we achieved the impossible for the sake of the world.

After staying hidden for years and finding few wealthy and powerful sponsors, I re-launched the super soldier project with our last hope; the only third generation mix-bred, Boris," the old man said the name like he was announcing the name of an actor for Oscar and flipped on a switch.

Light flooded in to Lisa's room through the glass wall and she turned around to find a large round room on the other side of the glass wall. She approached the glass wall slowly to inspect the new scenery that was available through the glass. The first thing she noticed was the huge round bed with a dirty brown cover that seemed to be originally had been white. What laid on it facing its back to her was a dark figure of a large very hairy man. Its whole back was ripped with muscles and sported abnormally wide shoulders. Then what she noticed was the layout of the big round room. Around the room, she saw four more pairs of glass walls apart from each other, and a metal door that led somewhere straight from the round room. A girl appeared from the glass wall that was facing Lisa's and she noticed that she was a very pretty girl that seemed to be in her early twenties. Inciting her curiosity, the girl was wearing a babydoll that must have come straight from a Victoria's Secrets catalogue. The girl had long wavy blonde hair that flowed down from her shoulders and a petite slender body with reasonably big breasts for the small body. The risqué sleepwear only added more oil to the girl's burning sexiness. 

The voice of the old man came back alive, grabbing Lisa's attention back to the screen. 

"I did promise you to show gorillas, didn't I? Well, you can see one in the big room if you want to. At least 24% of one," the old man was laughing again after saying that.

"That's Boris. 76% human and 24% gorilla mix-bred; the crown jewel of my research. Doesn't he look exquisite?" the old man paused a bit as if he was waiting for an answer. Seeing the dumbfound looks of both Lisa and David, he continued.

"You must have noticed the other four pairs of rooms around main room. There are three more couples other than you right now as test subjects in this facility and all of them are part of the new batch that came here within the last week. With you two moving in to one of the last two vacated room pairs, we have four couples. Hurray!" The old man was back to his questionable behavior again.

"Why are you keeping us here? Please let us go. We can give you money," Lisa pleaded, trying to open a path out of their dire situation.

"I have more than enough money right now. You are more valuable that money. As for why you are here, I'll have to start explaining from Boris. Being the third generation, Boris possesses superior intelligence and better compatibility with human genes compared to his predecessors. Better compatibility means a better chance for his sperm to fertilize human female eggs. But, due to having to run away with him around the world, I didn't get to follow the proper training procedures when he was growing up. As a result, he lacks some obedience. So extracting sperm for artificial inseminations have become an experience I rather prefer to avoid. Luckily, when he was reaching maturity, he accidently found few adult magazines that were laying around in the house and started to develop an intense sexual interest in human females. So I figured that if it's hard to proceed with artificial insemination, with his interest in human females, I could proceed with natural insemination," The old man said as if he was proud of his smart idea.

Lisa felt a shiver run through her body when she started to put together where the conversation was going and the possible purpose for her in that project. Still, she refused to believe her instinct as the very thought of her assumption was taboo and wild beyond her imagination.

"Then I faced another problem. He has quite a strict appetite when it came to women. Having seeing the beautiful models in the magazines, he was only interested in women who were in that level of attractiveness. How was I supposed to find volunteers with that much beauty to mate with something less than human? So I had to resort to kidnapping couples with beautiful women. Why couples? Well, due to his genetics or lack of my supervision, he developed an unusual sexual habit. He prefers to mate with females that he obtained from other males. In other words, he prefers to breed with females that are already bound to a male. He could somehow feel the connection between a couple through some unknown wild instinct. So I couldn't cut corner and had to find him genuine couples."

Lisa heard the faint voice of David's raised voice coming through the wall. No husband could stay silent after realizing this kind of danger his wife is in.

"Now Mr. David, please calm down, or I'll have to resort to punishing your lovely wife for your misbehaviors."

Lisa heard David's voice disappear and by then she had fallen to her knees from weakened legs due to the shock, and tears were running down from her eyes from realizing the soon to become unfortunate fate of hers.

"Don't let your hopes down yet you two. Since I wanted to study his behavior, intelligence and strength, I devised this special setup of rooms. You must have already noticed the doors in your rooms. If Boris wants to open either doors on the glass wall, he has to push the button on that door. A buzzer will sound when he does so and the door on David's side will open if Boris pushes the button on that door, while the door on Lisa's side will only open if she presses the button on her side after Boris push the button for your door. Above the TV screen there's a scanning pad in David's room and if it scans Boris's palm, it'll open the glass wall door of Lisa's side. So, the only way Boris can reach Lisa without her consent is by scanning his palm in David's room. David can use whatever means to physically stop Boris from reaching scanning pad and reach Lisa. Boris is a big and strong guy, but don't worry; there's a reason that there are more couples available for him. If you prove to be an enough annoyance to him, he'll back way to try another room because he's too lazy by nature. I'll give you a day of rest before Boris is allowed to open your door. Given your physique, I assume you have a good chance to deter Boris and protect your wife's virtue. Once the door was opened, it will not open again for another 24 hours; Lisa's door could be opened anytime with her permission if she desires," The old man said with a smile and then his expression turned serious.

"Remember, I have full control of everything here; including the doors and your lives. There are more than enough naïve couples coming to Africa for me to find replacements. If you misbehave, your partner will be the one that will get punished for it. You are under 24 hour surveillance, so don't try anything funny. I value obedience above everything. So, obedience will bring you rewards and even might be freedom." 

After saying that, the old man pushed a button on the control panel in front of him and started to talk again.

"Lisa, only you can see this feed. You are mainly responsible for the safety of your husband since he has no value to us without you. For any small disobedience, your husband will be severely punished. You will be well taken care of and every morning a maid would come and clean your room and dress you up and you are expected to maintain the appearance throughout the day. Also, you are not allowed to put on anything other than the things the maid had already put on you and you are not allowed to hide in the bathroom. You are allowed to wear the sleeping wear we provide when you sleep and you are provided with a treadmill in order to keep in shape and healthy, and can request more equipment for that purpose. Your main duty is to be obedient to the rules and look beautiful. Which is something I know that wouldn't be very hard for a beautiful lady like you to do. That's it for now and we'll talk again soon later."

The old man finished the talk and the screen went blank. Lisa was still on her knees while crying and trying wrap her mind around all the hard to digest information. She kept pinching herself to wake up from the nightmare she was in for no avail. She didn't want David to get hurt in anyway and felt helpless and couldn't think of a way to escape their dark future. All she could do was to place her hopes on David's strength to drive back the beast till an opportunity to escape arise. 

Suddenly the door on the wall with the screen opened and a women around her fifties in a maid suite came in to the room with a push cart that contained cleaning items and few boxes. As the door slowly closed behind the lady, before locking itself, Lisa saw an armed guard outside the door. The lady asked her to stand up and she knew she had to obey their every command to avoid hurting David. 

Lisa was still covered in dirt due to the struggle on the jungle floor, and the first thing the maid did was to give her a bath and clean her whole body. After that, Lisa was given her new clothes to wear. She looked at her clothing with big eyes as all of it were expensive branded items that must have come straight from fashion lineups. They were types of clothes and apparels that she had only dreamed of owning. Lacy underwear with a matching pushup bra, a beautiful sexy mini black dress that hugged her body like a second skin and showed off ample amounts of her legs and bosoms, and matching pair of black six inch stiletto heels. After she dressed up; the maid skillfully put on her makeup, did the hair and put on new nail polish. She had never been pampered like this before and if it wasn't for the unnerving situation, she might have been really happy about the treatment. 

After the maid was done with Lisa, she cleaned the room and left after handing Lisa her night dress. Just like the one the girl she saw previously had on, it was a lingerie baby doll. She put the dress on the bed and checked herself from the big mirror. Lisa couldn't recognize the woman that was in the mirror. Before then, she didn't believe in spending too much on clothing and had always wore casual clothes and rarely put makeup on. She knew she was pretty, but she couldn't believe that the drop dead gorgeous lady in the mirror was her own image. The heels added more height to her already 5'7" hourglass figure and made her toned long legs look even longer while lifting up her firm, round and full derriere. The push up bra had done wonders to her D-cup firm breasts and the cleavage they formed added even more allure to her sexiness. Her beautiful oval face had been elevated to higher levels by the makeup, and the bright lipstick was highlighting her sexy succulent full lips. Her long wavy brunette hair reached down till they brushed against the roundness of her buttocks, and the black dress beautifully outlined her thin waist and wide hips. She had to agree that she could easily aim to be a fashion model with that enhanced appearance she had at that moment.  


Beast and the Beauties Ch. 01



After admiring herself for few more minutes in the mirror, Lisa went back to the glass wall to check what was happening in the other rooms. By now, sunlight was coming in to the big round room through its glass ceiling and illuminated the whole facility. She could see few men and women through their glass walls and she noticed that all the women looked absolutely stunning and every woman was wearing expensive looking sexy attires. The young girl she saw earlier was looking at her and she looked even more beautiful than before with her newly applied makeup beautiful attire. She had a long red evening dress on and the slit on one side reached till her hip showing a beautiful creamy white leg. 

As Lisa tried to wave at the girl, but suddenly the sleeping figure on the bed moved with a loud groan and she felt her body freeze as she watched the ape-man come to life. When it stood up from its bed, she realized that it must be about seven feet tall and the whole body was ripped and packed with heavy and dense muscles. It had a face that only a loving mother could love; the deformed nose, thick lips and wide forehead showed that its face was less human than the body. Before she could observe the creature anymore, it jumped in to a pond that was inside the big room. 

After thrashing around in the water for few minutes, for the first time, it looked around to check the surrounding. When it saw each beautiful woman through their respective glass walls, it made a deep hooting bark at them to show its sexual interest and when the beast's eyes caught Lisa's figure in the previously unoccupied room, its face lit up like a child that got a new toy for Christmas. With a swift motion, it jumped out from the pool and walked right to the front of her glass wall while water still dripped down the muscular body. It was then that Lisa realized that she made a wrong assumption on one thing previously; its face wasn't the least human looking thing on it, it was the abomination that hanged between its thick legs that looked the least human. 

It wasn't insanely long; it was about eight inches and David's one was about seven inches. But the thickness was another story; it was as thick as Lisa's wrist and it was abnormally bowed upward. The curve increased along the length, even if the shaft was hanging down half-limp from the base, the dark purple uncircumcised head pointed toward her legs. 

As Boris kept looking at Lisa's sensual body, the deformed penis started to pulse and rise up. The scrotum was at least three times bigger than David's and instead of looking like two balls hanging in a loose sack, it resembled a water filled leather sack. The dark skin was stretched enough to make it look smooth and shiny as Lisa tried to come up with a logical reason for a scrotum to look like that. As she kept looking at the one eyed monster while her jaw hanged with disbelief, the shaft got steel hard and made a 45 degree angle with the ripped abs while the head pointing straight to the sky. 

The shaft was full of thick blood pumping pronounced veins and rough looking wart like lumps. It was ugly, deformed, rough and menacingly brutal looking. Any woman would run away if they encounter anything similar to that and lock themselves up in a room. Lisa was grateful for the thick layer of strengthened glass that stood between her and the shaft of abomination.

Breaking her eyes away from the ugly appendage, Lisa looked up to find Boris intensely looking at her luscious body that was decorated for its pleasure. She brought up her arms to cover her exposed deep cleavage from its lustful prying eyes and took a step away from the glass. Boris licked its thick upper lip and offered a grin to impress Lisa. Lisa tasted bile in her throat when she saw the rotten and discolored crooked teeth; she hated people with poor oral hygiene. 

Boris being extremely happy with the new addition to his harem, hooted loudly at Lisa while thrusting its pelvis obscenely towards her, making the deformed cock dance to its rhythm. It was his way of letting the females know that he desires to breed them. Making Lisa skip a heartbeat, it moved and pressed the button on David's door. The buzzer didn't sound and the door didn't open. Lisa remembered about what the old man said about giving them a day of rest and let out a sigh of relief. 

When the door didn't open, Boris got agitated and pressed the button hard few times without any success. It looked at the paled body Lisa again and pressed the button on her door. Immediately the button on the inside of the door lit up. She remembered the fact that the door would open if she press the button as a respond and felt like if it was a live bomb that would blow up even with a light touch. Just to make sure, she distanced herself few feet from lit up button to avoid any chance of accidently hitting it and the button stayed lit up for a minute before it turned off. To show its displeasure, Boris drummed its chest with its huge arms in a typical gorilla manner before turning around to move to the other side of the big room. 

Lisa felt a huge relief when Boris walked away from her glass wall since she had never been that scared of something in her whole life. The brief encounter itself was enough to leave Lisa pale and shaking with fear while being worried sick about David having to face that freighting monster to protect her.

Lisa suddenly heard a buzzer sound and looked out from the glass to see what caused it. Boris had gone to the glass wall where the petite young girl was in and she saw the girl's boyfriend or husband coming to the glass wall to face the beast. Unlike her David, he didn't look that strong and had a very small thin body. She could see that the girl was clearly crying expecting the worst and as even Lisa knew, the small guy wasn't going to be able to physically force that seven foot monster out from his room. 

Thirty seconds after the buzzer sound, a metal clanking sound came as the metal door unlocked. Right then, the sounds of the two rooms started to transmit through speakers to her room. Before the struggle started, the girl's crying sound clearly came through the speakers as Boris entered the room. Lisa could see the struggle inside the room and wasn't clear about who was winning. She was praying to the gods to give strength to the man to protect his partner; but when pained sounds of a man came from the speakers, she knew the gods weren't answering her prayer. The girl was now screaming upon hearing her boyfriend's painful gasps and Lisa also started to shed tears feeling sorry for the brave boyfriend and his pretty girlfriend.

Soon, another buzzer accompanied by another metal clank sounded as the door to the girl's room unlocked. Lisa saw the girl running away from the glass and into the room as Boris exited her boyfriend's room. It entered the girl's room through the open door as the guy's door closed itself and few seconds later the girl's screaming and protesting echoed through the speakers. A minute later, Boris came out from the door with the struggling girl on a shoulder, still clad in her bright red long dress.

Boris was unfazed by the small girl's struggling and calmly walked to its large round bed and threw her fragile body on to it. She yelped when she landed hard on the dirty bed and was stunned for a moment before she realized the beast had already positioned its thick body between her spread slender legs. It caught her neck with one hand to stop her from crawling away and used the free hand to lift the front of her long dress to expose her lacy underwear, and tore down the top to expose her lacy bra. Shredded pieces of the flimsy lacy material flew through the air as her underwear and bra disappeared from the slender body. 

Boris bent down and took one of her firm breasts in to his mouth as the helpless girl prayed to the gods to come for her salvation. As she prayed, the girl retched few times, leading Lisa to guess that the body odor coming from the foul beast was too over powering for the poor girl. Boris let the girl's spit covered breast go free and completely covering the petite girl with its huge body, proceeded to lay its body on hers. Only the hands and the spread creamy white legs were visible of the girl and it was apparent that the girl had stopped struggling to surrender her body to the beast's sinister intentions. 

The girl whimpered as Boris started probing its penis head, looking for the girl's opening. When he probed around, Lisa noticed that it was cumming on the girl's folds. Upon closer observation, she noticed that it was actually squirting precum with the same force as if a man was cumming. When it failed to find the opening, Boris brought his hands down to grab the girl's thighs from underside while putting his upper body weight on the girl. She groaned with the discomfort as it raised her creamy thighs upward to angle her opening up to match its bowed shaft. Suddenly it froze all the movement for a moment as if it found the right position. 

It was visible to Lisa how the purple head was nudged between the girl's folds that were dripping with the beast's precum. Without a warning, Boris thrust in and buried the huge purple head in to her sheath as the girl shrieked in pain. As if it disliked the high-pitched shrieking, it closed the girl's mouth with a big hand and kept feeding its deformed shaft in to the beautiful girl's soft sheath. Even gagged, her pain was evident through her muffled screams as the beast started a full scale pounding. As it pulled out the ugly shaft from the girt, her abnormally stretched sheath clung on to the shaft, and when it slammed down in to her, the bloated black scrotum bounced on her soft ass.

It was wild, brutal and unbridled breeding. There wasn't a hint of compassion or love as the small girl got ravaged by the beast like a ragdoll as her flexible, but sensitive sheath struggled to adapt to the abnormal shape of its invader. Boris now had her legs pinned to her shoulders as it pounded its shaft in to the deepest regions of her reproductive system. Each plunge resulted in squirting out fluids from the tight seal of her opening and the deformed shaft due to her sheath being filled by the precum the beast was constantly shooting.

By now, the bloated scrotum had lost half of its size and Lisa concluded the reason it was bloated was that it was carrying all the unnatural amount of precum in it. The speed its hairy ass moved up and down was increasing and the girl abandoned her grunts and resorted to emitting squeals. Her small hands that had been clutching the bed sheet with all her might, now had found their place on either side of the hairy ass and it looked as if she was urging the beast to defile her purity with more vigor.

The beast's thrusting became erratic as the girl changed her squealing in to unladylike deep moaning and was unmistakably summoning the goddess of orgasms. It suddenly let out a loud roar and burrowed its shaft in to the girl as deep as it can and held on. The girl let out a lustful scream as her vulva visibly pulsated around the thick shaft that was buried in it, and her sheath milked the ugly invader for genetic codes. The beast's hairy ass clenched and the bloated scrotum pulsated as it emptied the ape-man's life essence in to the beautiful girl who had managed to summon the goddess of orgasms and laid beneath him.

When the pulsation stopped, Boris's scrotum had taken the appearance a normal human counterpart and instead of clear fluids, a thick white frothy discharge was leaking from their point of union. Finally the beast pulled its thick, bowed cock out of the girl's sheath with a suction sound and more frothy discharge poured out from the girl's now gaping wide open sex. Her once pretty and innocent looking sex had become a thing of past and had transformed into a symbol of obscenity and vulgarity. The ravaged girl was now sobbing loud since her mind became clear after worshiping the goddess of orgasms and realized the alien life essence that she welcomed in to her body during the worshiping, could mix with hers and drag her away from humanity as a pregnancy. She knew she couldn't avoid it, but she regretted welcoming it by giving in to carnal pleasures.

Boris gave a final grunt and rolled off from the girl to fall in to a short blissful sleep as it had achieved its objective for the morning. The finally freed girl, painfully pulled down her long white legs that were pinned to her shoulders for a long time and she gasped in pain when the undersides of her legs touched the mattress. The sudden change of internal pressure forced out more bubbling cum out of her ravaged opening and joined the pool of liquids that were gathering under her. After lying on the bed for few minutes to catching up her breath and strength; clutching whatever remained of her once beautiful long dress to her nakedness, the girl stood up to go back to her room. The girl who was once a symbol of feminine beauty now looked like a total mess as she walked slowly towards her room while vile essence of a beast dripped down her thighs.

As Lisa watched the door close behind the girl, she found herself on knees and tears running down her face. While she felt an overwhelming sadness for the poor girl, the wild event that occurred in front of her eyes left her shook to the core. It certainly did look painful and repulsive to girl. But the fact Lisa couldn't comprehend was the reason for the girl to experience an orgasm. Lisa herself wasn't a stranger to the wonders of mind blowing orgasms as she had experienced them few in her life time; she was sure that the girl did experience one close to the end of her rape. For Lisa to achieve an orgasm, she had to be in the right mood, right surrounding and even the right moment; even her five year marriage to David, she had experienced only about ten orgasms. She had heard about some girls who were hyper-sexual; but she couldn't fathom the reason for a beautiful girl to reach her sexual height during a rape by a repulsive beast.

After sometime, Lisa watched as the beast woke up from its short nap and exited through the metal door that was connected to the big room. That door didn't have any buttons or handles to it and it looked like it was being controlled directly from the control room that old man was previously talking to them from. 

The rest of the day went on uneventfully as the beast didn't return after it went out. Lisa was still shocked by the morning events and after witnessing the rough handling and satanic defilement the poor girl went through, she was now certain that she would gladly embrace death rather than experiencing that hell. Before that, she had to put her trust and faith on her husband more than ever she did on anyone in her life. Lisa knew that even if she didn't have a chance at physically challenging the beast, David had a very plausible chance of doing that as he was one of the strongest men she had ever met in her life. David was a regular member of the local gym and he and Lisa both were proud of his well-built body. Before being ended up here, she was proud about having a handsome husband and enjoyed how the other girls fawned around him and become envious of her; but now she was proud about his body for a different reason as his strength was going to protect her virtue. 

The maid brought Lisa's breakfast and lunch with some books and papers to keep her out of boredom. The food were also of the five star standard and she would have really enjoyed her meals if it weren't for the hands of fear that were choking her throat constantly. She was being treated like a princess, but for what? They were keeping her pretty and pampered for the enjoyment of something less than human and were keeping her well fed and cared to be breeding fodder for it. Lisa thought that either the fate was making fun of her or the gods were playing a practical joke, since she always wished for a luxurious life in her nightly prayers. 

When sunlight faded away in the evening, darkness crept in to the round room Lisa was able to clearly see what was happening in the small girl's room that was right in front of her. She seemed to be still sleeping in the bed and Lisa saw her boyfriend limping out of the bathroom to get in to his bed while carrying a big bruise on his face as a souvenir from his previous struggle with the beast. She thought that the small guy was very brave to challenge the beast with the visibly obvious disadvantage in order to protect his girlfriend; the fact that he failed and the girl got raped didn't change the truth that he was brave and loved his partner.

Then Lisa saw the other two ladies from their glass walls. They were both wearing very revealing sleeping gowns and those garments did nothing to hide the beautiful bodies of the women who wore them. One woman had shoulder length dirty blonde hair and she looked to be in her late thirties. She had an overwhelming sexual allure to her and she possessed a very voluptuous body that was overflowing with temptations. Her huge but firm E cup breasts, full and big derriere and a very narrow waist that got highlighted by wide hips made her look like one of those famous Brazilian porn stars. Next to her room was her husband that was short and overweight, who looked to be around fifty or sixty years old, and the first thought that came in to Lisa's mind was that he must had been filthy rich to be able to marry the beautiful woman.

The other woman looked like she was in her early thirties and she looked like a marble sculptured work of art and she reminded Lisa of those sports models in sports magazines. She wasn't muscular, but her whole body was well toned and Lisa could see her abs even through the girl's sheer night dress. Her lean toned long legs and firm C-cup breasts complemented her hard to obtain body while the beautiful face with sharp jaw lines and long black stresses of hair elevated her beauty to a higher level perfection. Her husband had a fit looking body too; but he wasn't as toned as his wife or as muscular as David. Overall, he was a handsome guy and Lisa could speculate that love had to do more than money in obtaining his artwork of a wife.

Seen the other women had changed in to their sleeping wear, Lisa decided that it should be alright to change in to hers. It wasn't easy to wear high heels and tight fitting clothes all day and she felt a relief after wearing the flimsy, light weight and soft night dress after a warm shower. No matter what the situation she was in, wearing something so reveling and erotic made her feel butterflies in her stomach. While combing her hair, Lisa went back to the glass wall and saw that the fit looking girl was looking at her and wave a welcoming hand with a warm smile. Lisa also waved back with a smile to the girl while feeling surprised that how seeing a simple smile could make her feel better in that troubled situation.

Suddenly, the middle room got illuminated as Boris entered through the metal door. The whole atmosphere changed as the huge ape-man strolled into the enclosure with its limp shaft and the refilled scrotum hanging between the legs. It came straight towards Lisa's glass wall as she looked around as if she was looking for an escape route when she realized that she was the target of beast's attention. Lisa moved to the middle of the room covering her modestly with her hands as the sheer garment didn't help covering her shame from the lustful eyes. The beast kept looking with amusement at Lisa as she unsuccessfully struggled to cover herself with her slender hands and pushed the button on David's door. Since the door again didn't open, Boris let out a grunt of annoyance and walked toward the room where the toned girl was. 

In front of the girl's glass wall, Boris did its obscene dance with the penis as if it was teasing the girl. Unlike Lisa, she didn't try to cover her modesty and with folded arms, she gave it a stern look. Lisa knew that the girl was the type that wouldn't go down quietly and she looked at least twice as strong as herself. The beast didn't like her expression so much and beat on its chest to show anger and moved to her husband's door. Lisa felt like the time itself froze when the buzzer sound came and she prayed the gods not to open the door. Even if she didn't know anything about the couple, she knew about what could happen to the girl, and she strongly believed that no woman in the world deserved an experience like that. 




Beast and the Beauties Ch. 01



The door opened and her room got the sound feed from those two rooms. Unlike the previous incident, the girl wasn't crying as the struggle started in the next room. She hugged herself tight and calmly kept looking down as the struggle intensified. Lisa admired the girl's nerves of steel as she listened to the struggle from her speakers. Unlike the morning struggle, instead of the guy's gasps of pain, the sounds were full of the beast's roars and grunts as she saw the beast getting pushed back. Unknowingly, Lisa started to cheer out loud like a school girl, as the girl's husband pushed back the beast step after step, and before the beast realized that it was out of the room, he closed the door in its face. Lisa saw the girl letting out a huge sigh of relief and fall to her knees while she was jumping with joy since the beast got defeated. She was happy about that couple, but she was mostly happy because she knew if that medium built guy could push back the beast, David could easily achieve that and protect both of them without a problem.

Lisa's celebrations stopped short when Boris went over to the room where the curvy lady was in. In spite of the clear pending danger, she didn't display any gesture of fear or concern as she calmly stood close to the glass wall. Lisa thought that there was something classy about her aura as the lady always held herself like the wealthy and high-status women. Confusingly to Lisa, Boris first went for the button on the girl's door instead of going for the man's one. As the beast waited while looking at the beautiful woman to respond, the girl looked away as if she was rejecting its amorous invitation.

Since the invitation got rejected, Boris went for the man's door and pressed the button. To Lisa's shock and amazement, the lady's husband didn't even get up from his bed to confront the best and kept leisurely reclining on it. The beast went in and even if the speakers were on, no sound of struggle or crying came through them. The moment Boris entered the man's room, the lady took hold of the hem of her night dress and peeled it off as if she knew what was about to happen. Within few seconds, the buzzer went off and her door opened. 

It all became clear to Lisa. Why the beast pressed the girl's door first and why she took off her dress. Her husband had given up on protecting his wife from the beast. Given his physique, it was an impossible task to stop it; but Lisa thought that he could have at least showed some kind of resistance to the beast that was going to rape his beautiful wife and possibly impregnate her. At least Lisa admired the lady's dignity to not give herself up by not opening the door by herself even when she knew her husband wasn't going to move a muscle to stop the beast opening it.

Before the beast even came out of her husband's room, the beautiful lady peeled down her underwear and got out from her room and slowly started walking towards the dirty round bed in the large room. The beast came out of the man's room and started following her with its already hardening shaft. Lisa thought that no man could walk behind that woman without no reaction in their groins. The woman was waking in a near perfect catwalk as her wide hips and big derriere swung in rhythm as if they were trying to charm the python between the beast's legs. For a moment, Lisa felt like as if the lady was trying to secretly seduce the beast since it was rare for a woman to walk like that as her normal walking style.

The lady stopped a foot away from the edge of the bed and stood there for the beast to join her. The beast came up from behind her and skillfully rested its deformed shaft between her rear cushions while reaching around her to grab the big breasts with its hands. Even its big hands weren't big enough to completely cover the woman's blessed bosom as it kneaded the soft flesh while grinding it's pelvis in to her luxurious behind. She put one of her hand on a big arm that was massaging her in an encouraging way and let out a silent moan as she felt hot precum shooting on to her sensitive back. 

After few minutes, the woman was taking in heavy breaths and the beast's shaft was primed to dig in to soft flesh. It took a step back and made the woman bend down and put her hands on the bed, and without any encouragement, she spread her feet apart to expose her already flowered glistening sex. The beast put one of its hands on the round buttocks and used the other to aim its shaft between her hot wet silky labia and pushed in a little. The woman let out a loud moan and due to the sudden shock of sensory overload, her knees buckled under her a little. 

The beast didn't push in anymore and held in place by holding her narrow waist while only the head was lodged in the beautiful woman's sex. Regardless of any motions, the woman's whole body flushed with a pink shade and was sighing and moaning time to time while a thin sheen of perspiration appeared on her body. Even though Lisa was Puzzled at first, later she realized that the beast must must have been filling the woman's passage with hot precum for her to get so sexually excited without any motion. When droplets of clear liquids started to drip down from their point of union, the beast's body flexed and delivered a brutal thrust in to the panting woman.

Huge amounts of liquid squirted out from around the beast's shaft as its thick member forced its way in to the woman's precum filled womanhood. Her eyes opened wide and let out a guttural scream that even shook Lisa's glass wall and Lisa was confused about whether that scream originated due to the pain or pleasure. Judging by the way her erotic body seemed to quiver and shake, she decided that it was the latter.

The beast didn't go easy on the lady even if she was going through an intense orgasm and kept on overwhelming the woman's sex with heavy excited thrusting while she wailed and her hanging breasts shook violently due to the shock waves that went down the body from the pounding her rear took. As she came down from her sexual height, her legs went limp and she fell on to her elbows on the bed as the monstrous orgasm sapped most of her strength. When her legs gave up, using the strong hands, Boris held her in place from her waist and kept on rutting in to the sexually spent beauty.

Both the beast and beauty was sweating profusely and for the next five minutes, the speakers were broadcasting mewling whimpers and wet slapping noises and the beasts didn't relent its attack even for a second. Then suddenly the woman hooked her lithe legs around the back of the beast's thick thighs and started humping back to meet its thrusts with sweet moans. Invigorated by the active participation of the woman to her breeding, Boris started grunting and thrust in with added force.

"Oooh!" she moaned as she surrendered her body and mind to the carnal pleasures the beast was inflicting upon her.

"Ughh!" the beast grunts each time it filled her warm and wet portal with its thick and bent shaft. 

"Oh!"

"Ugh!"

"Oooh!"

"Ugh!"

"Ohhh!"

"Ugh!"

"Oh!"

"Ugh!"

"OooooooooooooH!"

"Ugh!"

"Ahhhhh!"

"OooooooooHHH!"

It was apparent that the woman was preparing to visit the orgasm land again as her moaning reached a crescendo. Then she started panting hard while clutching the dirty bed sheet tight with her fingers.

"That's it!"

"Feed it in to my pussy!"

"Fuck me!"

"Make me your whore!"

"Fuck me!"

"Fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

"OooooooooooohhhhhhuuuuuurrrggghHHHH!"

Her whole body writhed with uncontrollable spasms as the walls of her sheath started milking the thick appendage for its life giving sap. The beast swung its head back and roared as it let loose torrents of its essence in to the receptive womb of the extremely beautiful and fertile woman.

Lisa was taken aback by the sudden change of situation. It was a surreal thing to watch how a classy looking beautiful woman fall to the depths of carnal pleasures that were given by a beast. It didn't seem like she was a willing participant in the beginning at all; so did the small girl in the morning. But, despite the horrible ravishments they underwent, both women experienced intense orgasms through their ordeal with the beast. Lisa knew she was missing a crucial piece in the puzzle, but couldn't figure out what it was.

The beast's scrotum shrank as it finished inseminating the panting woman. She was struggling to catch her breath after the mind-blowing orgasm. Her whole body was dripping with perspiration and sexual fluids, light reflected off her tanned skin. After the beast pulled out its shrinking shaft with a wet noise and let go of her waist, her body fell down to the floor like a lifeless ragdoll. She just kept looking at the towering beast from the floor as she breathed hard to bring some strength back to her limp body. When she felt hot liquids bubbling out of her gaping sex, shame and horror started to come back to her mind as she tried to revert back to the classy lady she was. When the beast climbed on to the bed for its usual post-sex nap, she turned her head to look at her husband; the one who vowed in front of gods to protect her. A trail of cum was dripping down the glass wall as her husband busied himself tucking the now limp junk back in to the pants.

Lisa froze in disbelief when she saw the woman's husband painting the glass with semen as his beautiful wife reached the climax of her breeding. Not only he betrayed the poor woman by virtually offering her to the beast, he was shamefully masturbating while watching the brutal rape. A feeling of anger and disgust rose within Lisa toward the sad excuse of a husband as she relished the fact that her David was nothing like him. She felt lucky to have a husband that she knew who would do anything to protect her from danger. Unit now, they didn't have to face any situations that put her faith test, but she knew that when the time comes, he would protect her.

After catching breath for about five minutes, the beautiful woman got up to her feet and gracefully walked towards her room while evidences of her rape crept down her round inner thighs. When she approached the door, her gaze turned toward the neighboring glass wall to find only the stains of her husband's betrayal waiting there for moral support. 

When the metal door closed behind the woman, the round room plunged in to darkness to mark the end of the horrifying first day for Lisa. The main light in her room also went out leaving only the small bed lamp to illuminate her comfortable prison and a chill went down her spine as she realized the morning would mark the end of the 24 hour resting period they were granted. Lisa had faith in David, but she knew if something unfortunate were to occur, she would rather take her own life than become a victim to the ugly beast's perversions. For that, she needed some kind of weapon or a tool. There weren't anything obvious in her room that could be used, but she knew it wasn't impossible to find or create something match her need too. 

Next day morning, a female doctor accompanied the maid, and Lisa had to go through a full body check-up that included a gynecological examination. After the examination, the maid dressed her in a pleated mini skirt that barely covered her underwear and a strapless bustier top that pushed up her D-cup breasts. While checking her image on the mirror, Lisa noticed the top made her breasts look even bigger and the short pleated skirt and gladiator high heels with straps that came up all the way to her knees gave her the naughty girl look. When she saw the sleeping beast in the middle of the big room, Lisa had to look again at the thing she stole from the doctor's tool kit. The surgical blade was thin enough to hide between her fingers when she took it. She knew that it wasn't big enough to defend herself, but it was more than enough to deny her living body to the beast if things came to worst.

Lisa was feeling too nervous to read the book that she started the day before. While sitting on the bed, she kept looking at the wall that separated her from David. She went down the memory lane to remember how they first met and how she fell in love with him. She had no regrets when it came to David; he was everything she expected from a man and a husband.

Lisa literally jumped off the bed when a loud buzzer sound caught her off guard while she was lost in memories. She turned to see the beast next to David's door and it had a finger on the button. It was finally happening and it was real. Lisa prayed not to hear the heart-stopping metal clank of the opening door and tears started to fall from her blue eyes. Sending a shock through Lisa, the door opened with a clank sound and she took the blade out from the hiding place and kept a tight grip on it with the right hand. The speakers turned on and Lisa prayed for the victory of her husband while expecting the sound of a struggle.

"Please don't hurt me. You can have her. Just leave me alone."

For a moment, Lisa's mind struggled to comprehend the words she heard from David's voice. No sounds came from the speakers as the atmosphere around her grew heavy with suspense. Just as she convinced herself that she must have heard her husband's words wrong, a buzzer sounded and her door's lock opened with a metallic clank.

When realization cleared her mind to comprehend what had happened, Lisa's heart sank to the bottom as all hope left her body. Her trustworthy and loving husband had given her up to the beast without a fight. She would have understood if he had at least tried to stop the beast before giving up the effort. If that was the case, she would have taken her life with a peaceful mind knowing that her husband loved her. But now, with the feeling of betrayal surrounding her heart, Lisa couldn't comprehend the new feeling she felt about her husband. She lost the will and strength she needed in order to lift the blade and push it in to her neck. She had no reason to live or die anymore. As the beast appeared at the opened door, tears fell down her eyes continuously and the small blade fell down to the floor from the loosened fingers of her hand.

The beast lifted up Lisa's unresponsive body effortlessly and carried her out of the room in bridal style. As she was being carried to the round bed, it was the overwhelming smell of the beast that brought her mind back to the reality. She could only explain it as a strong wild smell that had an intoxicating smell of musk blended in; it was strong enough for her to feel like wanting to gag, but wasn't strong enough to actually induce it. Lisa looked up to find the strong looking wide big chest and the comically abnormal face. She couldn't even muster enough will and strength to voice out her protests and beat on the strong chest, like any normal girl would have in the same situation. 

The beast looked straight in to her eyes as it lowered Lisa on to the bed. She noticed something deep inside the big brown eyes that felt odd to be coming from a beast. She felt her body land softly on the fabric of the bed and realized that unlike it had been to the other women, the beast was being very gentle while handling her. When she was lying on the dirty bed on her back, Lisa found that she couldn't muster enough strength from her broken heart to fight the inevitable rape; she decided to treat all the humiliations and tortures she was about to experience as a mere nightmare and closed her eyes to escape the horrible reality.

As Lisa waited for the beast to jump on to her at any moment, the beast calmly climbed on to the bed and laid on its side beside the left side of the beautiful girl. It pushed its face in to her neck and inhaled deeply few times as if it was trying to breathe in as much of her scent as it can. Then, As if it was trying to comfort the distressed beauty, it gently ran its fingers through the soft tresses of brunette hair in a caressing gesture. Confused by the gentle fingers, Lisa slightly opened her left eye to peak and see what was happening and found the beast looking at her with a strange look in its eyes. She quickly closed her eye again and continued her effort on trying to leave the physical body and place her mind in an imaginary happy place.

After sending its fingers along every edge of Lisa's face, it brought them downward along her slender neck and pulled down the bustier top to expose her full bosom. Feeling her breasts escaping their confinements, Lisa took in a deep sharp breath that caused her swells to thrust up even more profoundly. She let out a silent gasp when she felt a warm wet mouth close on her sensitive nipple and the surrounding area of her left breast. The beast was trying to suck the whole soft breast in while her nipple continuously got licked by a flexible tongue.

With a wet warm mouth sucking on her left breast, Lisa was failing to leave her body and she felt her nipples start to erect and harden on their own. It grabbed her narrow waist with its left hand and the right hand wormed underneath her body to grab on to the right shoulder; then it hugged her tightly to its body and the wet mouth left her left breast to clamp on to her right breast. Lisa squirmed when she felt the wetness closing over her right nipple and a hard shaft pressing against the side of her left thigh.

Lisa's sense of smell was getting used to the wild smell of the beast, but she felt that the intoxicating musk smell was intensifying every passing moment. She felt a little dizzy due to the overwhelming musk and the tender administration her sensitive breasts were receiving while a wave of heat flushed through her body that directly affected her now erect nipple and damp groin. Lisa felt sick to her stomach when she noticed that her body was starting to betray her and act on its own. She knew that her breasts always had been a weak point of her; but she knew that wasn't enough of a reason to get aroused during a rape. When another deep breath full of musk went past her sensors, she realized that there was something strange about the musk and it was directly affecting her unwanted arousal.

Lisa felt a hairy leg hook on to her soft left leg and then being pulled away to open her lithe legs. The beast's left arm that was resting on her waist, moved to grab on to her left inner thigh. Sparks stated to run through her body when she felt the rough hand started to ascend toward her crotch along the silky inside of her thigh. 

The beast was now licking her left shoulder and neck while Lisa's pleated skirt got pushed up to the waist as the beast's wandering hand found the damp lacy underwear that was serving as the last layer of protection for her womanhood. She yelped when the flimsy fabric cut in to her soft flesh for a moment before tearing in to pieces due to the force exerted by the big hand. She felt cold air reaching to her damp sex and automatically tried to clamp her legs together and found a big hand cupping her whole sex. As the hand started to massage the sensitive mound and Lisa started to squirm and moan a little as physical sensations started to affect her mental resistance. Its thick middle finger ran along her now wet slit as the finger rubbed her sensitive clitoris and slid between her now flowering inner folds. Lisa was breathing heavy and was clutching the bed cover with her hands when suddenly her eyes opened and a loud yelp escaped from her mouth. The beast's thick digit was buried half-way in her sex and moans got pulled out from Lisa as the finger emulated motions of fornication. She looked down only to be surprised to find that without her knowledge, her right leg had opened to offer more room for the thrusting hand while her pelvis gyrated to get more of the invading finger in to the sex. Her view got obstructed when a large head came down to clamp its mouth on her diamond hard right nipple. The combined sensation of a thick finger scratching her g-spot and a wet mouth sucking her breast was too overwhelming for Lisa to keep her betraying body under control; she rested her head back on the bed and closed her eyes to surrender to the overwhelming carnal pleasure.




Beast and the Beauties Ch. 01



Lisa was now panting, groaning and moaning while her right leg bent from the knee and straightened repeatedly as her body warmed up to release an orgasm. Suddenly, the finger withdrew from her sex and the mouth pulled away from her breast. To Lisa's disbelief, a groan of disappointment escaped her lips due to the denial of her built up orgasm.

Lisa felt the beast moving away from her and after a moment of feeling movements around her on the mattress, she felt her ankles being grabbed together by a big hand and her legs being lifted and held up high. She opened her eyes only to see the red high heels and her long legs pointing to the sky while being held together, and a big body kneeling just behind her exposed dripping sex. Lisa knew that it was the fateful moment and steeled her nerves expecting a brutal invasion in to her soft tissue. 

Lisa was watching down from between her heaving breasts, but she couldn't see what was happening behind her closed thighs. She felt a meaty knob spreading her inner folds and nudging the portal to her innocence. The pressure on her sex increased and she felt the knob opening her up little by little. No matter how much pleasure her sex was experiencing, tears started to flow down Lisa's cheeks as she was about get rob of her dignity by a beast. Then suddenly a short jab opened her portal more than she had ever been opened and the large meaty knob got lodged in her sex. Lisa yelped a little when the intruder widened her opening and gained entry to her sheath.

After firmly planting the big crown in the beautiful girl's bloomed sex, the beast kept still and patiently as it held only the head of the curved shaft in her. Lisa was gritting her teeth expecting a brutal thrust that could potentially tear her sex, but it wasn't coming. Suddenly the knob pulsed in her and a hot stream of liquids shot in to her sensitive sheath. Lisa took a loud inhale of breath when she got caught off-guard by the surprising new sensation. The knob kept pulsing and shooting more and more steamy shots in to her sex as uncontrollable moans escaped her lips. She had never felt anything like it before and she felt as if flames running all over her body as her passage got filled with hot precum.

Lisa saw a sheen of perspiration starting to appear all over her body as the beast kept pumping her with warm fluids, and she couldn't stop moaning as the hot precum set a fire ablaze in her sex. She felt that she was abnormally sexually excited and was balancing on the edge of an orgasm that she knew was unlike anything she ever had experienced before. Just when Lisa thought she was going to lose her mind due to the suspense, the hand that was holding her ankles let go of them and her spread thighs fell on to the kneeling thighs of the beast.

Horror struck Lisa as she saw the thick abnormal appendage that was partially embedded in her glistening sex. The thickness, wart like bumps, thick pulsing veins and the curve, all looked much more menacing than it looked before, as it was now about to enter her body. With a grin, the beast slowly leaned in to Lisa and the deformed shaft slowly crawled in to her precum filled sheath. Lisa squealed loud as the impossibly thick intruder stretched and forced its way in to her sheath while the rough bumps deliciously scratched her sensitive inner walls as they slid one by one in to her passage. 

"Oh god...oh god...no nono no...please no," Julie pleaded while her whole body squirmed as she was about to be forced to embrace an illicit orgasm. 

Suddenly Lisa's long lithe legs that were still decorated with red gladiator high heels, wrapped around the thick waist of the beast and started to quiver and shake.

"Oooooooooooooooooh...uurrrrrrggggghhhhHHHH!"

Lisa's moans echoed in the big room as she rode the waves of the biggest orgasm she had ever experienced in her life. As wave after wave of pleasure swept her away in carnal pleasure, Lisa lost consciousness. 

When Lisa regained her wits, her legs were still wrapped around the beast's moving waist and her hands were hugging the head of the beast tight to her breasts as it happily kept sucking one of her breasts. Her inner walls were still throbbing around the invader, and she could feel every vein, bump and pulse of it; she could clearly feel the difference of how the abnormal curve of the shaft was forcing her passage to mold around it in a very unusual, but pleasurable manner.

She looked back at the beast who had its thick lips around her breast and was teasing her nipple with his tongue. Hidden from the world, only Lisa and the beast knew about the wonders its tongue did to her erect nipple. She noticed that for some reason, the beast didn't look as ugly as she had seen before. She felt that the orgasm had changed something in her heart and she couldn't actually point it out. In her post-orgasm glory, Lisa felt something warm and tingly inside her chest when she thought about the throbbing hardness inside sex and the teasing tongue on her nipple. 

Lisa felt conflicted that a beast was making her generate feelings like that towards it. Suddenly it looked up and looked straight in to Lisa's blue eyes and as she kept looking back at the deep brown eyes, she felt as if they were looking straight in to her soul. She felt that she also could see something deep in those big brown eyes as if she could venture in to its very soul. For her, those eyes looked very human and after seeing those eyes, her heart was refusing to acknowledge him as 'it' or 'beast'. Then she remembered that his name was Boris. 

Boris suddenly reached up and nuzzled his head in Lisa's neck to take in her scent again with a deep breath. This caused the full length of his shaft to finally submerge in to her womanhood. When she felt the thick appendage venture in to the uncharted territories of her sheath and the ballooned scrotum touch her derriere, she let out a mewling whimper and hugged his big rugged body even tighter to her soft and welcoming body. 

Lisa kept letting out sweet moans as she looked over Boris's shoulder how his hips heaved up and down between her full shapely thighs. Gradually his thrusts increased in tempo and intensity as he started letting out heavy gasps on to her neck. As their sweaty bodies and dripping sexes slapped together in a mating dance, Lisa changed her moans in to feminine squeals and laid her head back on the bed to prepare for the impending and unavoidable orgasm.

Boris was now grabbing Lisa's shoulders from underneath while thrusting in to her sex with added urgency. Her high heels clacked together as her wrapped legs moved up and down fast on his buttocks with the wild rutting. Her lower jaw started to quiver and her vision started to blur as Lisa prepared to visit the orgasm heaven once again.

"Oh god! Harder...harder...aaaah...aaaaah...aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh...uuuuurrrghhhHHHH!"

Lisa's whole body was writhing under the humping body mass as she experienced her first multi-orgasm. Her inner walls were now sending waves upon waves along the thick shaft, milking it for the life giving seed. With a roar, Boris lightly clamped his discolored teeth on to Lisa's smooth shoulder as his shaft delivered the concentrated essence Lisa's sheath was so lovingly milking him for. The sudden mild pain on her shoulder added more intensity to her orgasm and her wailing filled up the air that surrounded mating couple.

Boris held Lisa's writhing body tight to him as he held his shaft rooted deep in her womanhood while releasing his seed in her. The thick white substance even started to leak out of the tight seal of their union and his bloated scrotum started to revert back to the shrunken state. After the contractions that carried the creamy seed deep in to Lisa's body seized, Boris started to pull out his curved sword from her well inseminated sex. Feeling the thick member slithering out of her hyper-sensitive sheath, Lisa entered in to another mind shattering orgasm.

Lisa and Boris were now panting next to each other while lying on their backs. The intense orgasm had rendered Lisa's body limp and her body was still getting hit by aftershocks of her mind shattering climax. A frothy white mixture was flowing on to the bed from her gaping sex to confirm the proper breeding she had received from Boris, while his limp shaft was covered with her excitement to confirm that she enjoyed and welcomed her breeding.

When Lisa came down from the excitement of her orgasm, and when she felt all the liquids bubbling out of her sex, guilt and fear started to reappear in her mind. The guilt of enjoying the feelings inflicted by Boris and the danger of conceiving his child started to ricochet around in her head. Then she felt big hands reaching underneath her and lifting her up gently. Boris was carrying her back to her room. Suddenly she wasn't feeling that guilty and she wasn't feeling much fear. After laying her down gently on her bed, he rearranged her tattered clothes as best he can and caressed the teeth mark he had inflicted on Lisa's shoulder with an apologetic look. The bite was light enough not topierce the soft skin, but it had left a temporary imprint on her milky skin.

A smile appeared on Lisa's lips when she saw the huge beast acting like a guilty child and feeling sorry about a bite, after raping her. When thought back, she realized that even though it started as a rape, it most definitely didn't end in a non-consensual manner. Then she realized that it was the same for every woman that had been with Boris. She felt like that she had found a missing piece of the puzzle.

"It's ok...I'm fine," Lisa said weakly.

Boris looked in to her eyes for a second and left the room. Lisa kept looking at him leaving while contradicting and confusing thoughts ravaged her brain. The door automatically closed behind him and Lisa fell in to a blissful sleep.

It was nearly evening when Lisa awoke from her slumber with strained muscles and a pleasurably-sore sex. The events that took place in the morning flooded back to her as feelings of guilt and pleasure tore her heart from the middle. During her non-consensual ordeal, something had changed in Lisa and she grew aware of it when she realized that she couldn't bring herself up to hate Boris for defiling her. Unbelievably, she found parts of her heart blaming David for the cowardice act he committed when he was given the chance to prove his bravery and love to his wife. 

Instead of blaming the beast that had raped her, Lisa was putting 100% of the blame on her husband that didn't offer any resistance. She sat down on the bed and shook her head hard few times to bring her mind out of insanity. She couldn't believe that she was blaming her life partner completely for the rape she endured. Adding more to the insanity, she thoroughly enjoyed her rape and wasn't giving Boris any part of the blame. Tears ran down her smooth face as she recounted how her treacherous body made her act shamefully and unfaithfully under the influence of carnal pleasure. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't muster enough anger toward Boris to hate him; just to bring some sanity back in to her logics, she reasoned that David must have had a valid reason to give up like he did.

Stepping out from her mental dilemma, Lisa realized that her sore body was badly in need of a thorough cleaning. Her whole sex and inner thighs were crusted with dried coital secretes and the whole body was covered with a sticky residue from the heavy perspiration. Peeling down the remnants of her tattered clothes, Lisa stepped in to the bathroom for a much needed hot bath.

Lisa had to put on her sleeping dress since Boris made her normal clothes unusable. She opened the bag in the bathroom to find a sheer babydoll chemise with a matching lacy thong as her sleep wear for that day. 

After putting on the dress, she opened the bathroom door to walk in to sounds of moaning and gasping. The speakers in her room were broadcasting the sounds of another adventure of Boris. She turned her head to look through the glass wall to find the huge body of Boris humping in to the bed while supporting himself on elbows. Underneath the humping mass was the small frame of the blonde girl, who was lying on her stomach and kept moaning loud while lifting her firm ass up to meet with his powerful thrusts. The small girl's whole body rocked from receiving the powerful thrusts and her whole body was glistening with a thick layer sweat. Her face was turned toward Lisa and her lustful facial expressions led Lisa to believe that even if the girl had resisted at first, she was thoroughly enjoying the pounding she was receiving at that moment. Having experienced the ordeal herself, Lisa wasn't a least bit surprised when the small girl tensed up and let out a shriek while having a mind breaking orgasm. She knew it was almost impossible to escape the humiliation of climaxing while getting ravaged by Boris.

It wasn't normal and Lisa knew that there was something special and unnatural happening with Boris. By looking at the writhing girl under the huge body and her moans of ecstasy, it was easy to understand that she was definitely enjoying the encounter with Boris much more than her previous one. After her own experience, Lisa felt that not only that he had defiled her body, he had chipped away parts of her mind to mold her physically and mentally in to something she didn't desire. She put a hand on her lace covered sex to find her privates getting moistened and fear struck her mind when she realized that she had already started to change.

Sometime later, Boris shot his seed deep inside the climaxing girl's depths with a roar and rolled off of her to fall in to a long sleep. The panting girl stayed on the bed unmoving to catch the breath and wits.

Lisa realized that her maid had brought her dinner while she was having her bath; the meal looked even better than the previous and it looked like a full course meal from a five star hotel. She was starving due to the huge amounts of energy she had to spend during the vigorous breeding and she quickly busied herself with replenishing her energy with the delicious food that was given to her.

In the next morning when Lisa woke up, she opened her eyes to find Boris sitting right on the other side of the glass wall. He was just sitting and calmly watching her sleep. In a panic, she sat up on the bed and pulled the bed sheet to her neck to cover the near nakedness offered through the sheer nightwear. At that moment her blue eyes met with his deep brown eyes and immediately she felt a pulling force; a mental force that was trying to pull her very soul in to those deep eyes. Like being in a trance, Lisa let the bed sheet go and walked to the glass wall to kneel right in front of him. Even if the scantily clad beautiful body of Lisa was in display, his eyes didn't divert and kept their focus on her blue eyes.

Boris put his right palm on the glass and before Lisa even realized what she was doing, she had her left palm over his from the other side of the glass. She was amazed at how the big hand dwarfed hers in size when compared. Then her stare went to the rising shaft between his legs; it still looked menacing and ugly, but the sight of the growing member brought back illicit memories and created a warmth in her loins. Lisa felt helpless and excited as she couldn't break out of the trance that created by a mere meeting of eyes. Suddenly, Boris reached up with his left hand and pressed the button of her door, and that made the button on her side light up. Lisa knew she wasn't behaving in a normal way after her encounter with Boris and that was doing actions she couldn't comprehend the reasons; but she understood that she wasn't insane enough to press the lit button and accept his indecent proposal. 

Lisa stoop up and walked away from the door to gather up her thoughts and sanity back in to the confused mind. Seeing her walk away and reject his gesture, Boris stood up and walked back to his bed with a sad expression. Normally he would have gotten angry by the rejection, but this time the sadness dominated the anger in his heart and he sat on the bed looking at Lisa's room.

The day went by as Boris kept looking at Lisa whenever he was in the big room and looked really sad when he pressed the button on Lisa's door three more times only to be rejected. Lisa was nervous the whole day due to Boris's extensive attention to her and was a little heartbroken by seeing how sad he looked by her rejection. She didn't understand his behavior and was puzzled why he didn't go through David's room if he wanted her that much. She was pretty certain that David wouldn't resist if he did and he could have easily opened the door without her permission. But, he wasn't doing that; it was as if he desired her consent and acceptance; it was as if he was asking for her heart.

When the night time came, after all the rejections from Lisa, Boris was starting to show signs of agitation. It was unusual for him to spend more than twelve hours without emptying his ballooned scrotum in to a woman; his shaft was sporting constant hard-on. It was obscenely waving around in attention when Boris paced about the room to contain his frustration. Lisa was nervously looking at him behaving stranger and stranger when suddenly he stopped his phasing abruptly and looked at Lisa dead in the eyes. She saw sadness, anger and pain, all mixed together in his eyes and she felt a sting of pain in her own chest when she saw them.

Boris turned and started walking toward the room where the beautifully toned girl was in. She was already wearing her night gown for the night and the simple white satin and lace slip looked amazing on her masterpiece of a body. Even after witnessing the huge body frame approaching her room, she didn't react much and kept looking at Boris what still sitting on her bed. Lisa thought that the girl must have had complete faith on her partner just like she did on David, but unlike David, her partner had already proved his love by repelling Boris. So Lisa understood why the girl wasn't panicking and envied the lucky girl who had a partner that would protect her with his life.

Without even taking a look at the stunning girl, Boris pushed the button on her partner's door and indicating the upcoming dual, the buzzer sounded. Lisa could see the guy already on the other side of the glass, preparing to face the challenger with confidence that was earned by his previous victory. The door lock came undone with a metal clank and Boris delivered a powerful kick that forced the heavy metal door to swing open wide in an instant.

There was something very different with Boris that day. Unlike his usual lazy personality, he was filled with frustration and rage. He was looking for an outlet to release all those uncomfortable feelings and the first potential outlet was the poor guy, who was protecting his wife from a rapist. As Boris's unrestrained strength met the defender, painful gasps and cries flowed through the speakers, giving a glimpse of the pain the overpowered man was experiencing. The usually calm and confident girl was also now on her feet and obvious to his distress, was calling out to her husband with cries.

Soon, things went quiet and moments later, a buzzer sounded and the door to the girl's room unlocked with a metallic sound. Lisa saw the girl quickly taking a martial-art stance behind the door and she realized how the girl had obtain her beautiful toned body. From the way the girl was holding herself in a convincingly solid looking attack form, Lisa guessed that Boris was going to face a bigger challenge with girl, compared to her husband. Boris emerged from the guy's room and pushed on the heavy door to the girl's room to claim his reward. A toned long leg dashed through the opened door and Boris's abdomen received a solid and painful kick. The hulking body bent down from the unexpected kick, and the girl emerged from the door with a graceful, but a fast move and kneed the bent down face of Boris. He stumbled back about seven feet while still being stunned by the sudden attack and looked clearly disoriented with the attack to the face.




Beast and the Beauties Ch. 01



The girl didn't intended to let Boris come out of his disoriented situation and continued with beautiful and skillful high kicks to his head. Since Boris was much taller than the girl was, her long legs had to stretch and angle very high to reach his head. Seeing a beautiful girl in a very revealing attire execute those moves gracefully was definitely was a sight to behold, and watching how the girl was bravely doing something that Lisa wished to do, but failed, made her admire the girl even more. She wasn't giving up till the end. Even if Lisa didn't have enough skills to achieve what the girl was achieving now, she had been prepared to fight in her own way till she heard how her husband simply give her up. Lisa wondered what she would have done if her husband had even tried to resist Boris.

The girl attacked continuously with passion and Boris backed even more while defending his head as her long beautiful legs swung around and her beautiful long hair fanned out when body turned gracefully. The girl was obviously much more strong and skillful that Lisa was and she could have kicked most guys' asses with what she had, but Boris was not an average guy. As the girl got tired with her continuous attack, Boris regained his senses. She had managed to make Boris retreat until he was almost in the pool and she was planning to push his in to the pool and run back to her room. As she delivered the final kick to his stomach to push him in to the pool, Boris suddenly caught her speeding leg and using his strong hands, swung whole body in to the pool by her leg. The girl crashed in to the water with a big splash and a scream.

The girl's head emerged from the water and she looked clearly stunned by the hard impact from being swung hard in to the water. The pool looked to be around shoulders deep and she tried to cough out the water she had accidentally breathed in her mid-scream. The girl tried to clear the wet hair strands from her face to see what was happening and she turned only to see a huge body falling on to her.

A big splash exploded on the pool as Boris belly flopped in to the pool to join the stunned girl. Water splashed around violently as she tried to wrestle the hulking brute in the water while struggling to catch few precious breaths when she had the chance. Boris was clearly having the advantage as he had the advantage of strength and height. Whenever her body came above water, the thin wet fabric of her slip hugged her body and went transparent to show her beautiful breasts and brown nipples. Sometimes, when Boris lift her up and threw back in to the water, her whole slip went transparent and the only thing that protected her modesty was her white underwear that didn't become transparent like her slip. She started to loose strength in the strenuous struggle and her movements started to become sluggish. 

Suddenly Boris submerged in the water and with a surprised gasp, the girl's head disappeared in to the water too. There was a another struggle under the water and suddenly the emerged near the edge and grabbed on to it as if she was trying to get out of the pool. Boris emerged right behind her and stopped her from escaping by holding on to her body.

Lisa noticed something floating on the surface in the middle of the pool and realized that it was the white underwear that protected the girl's modesty so far. She was still desperately trying to drag herself out of the water while hanging on to the edge and screaming at Boris to let her go.

"Let me go you bastard! Let me go."

Boris grabbed her from behind the neck and got even closer from her behind.

Suddenly the girl's whole body froze, eyes became big and she let out a loud painful grunt.

"UUUUURRRRGHHH!"

Boris's body jerked behind her and she cried,"AAAYIEEEEE You bastaaaaaard!"

His body started to move behind the girl as she kept on screaming. From the way his body moved, it was apparent that Boris wasn't taking it easy on the poor girl and was feeding his whole thick shaft in to the girl's sex under water.

Waves appeared on the surface as Boris started to drill hard and fast in to the girl from her behind. What amazed Lisa was, despite the very rough brutal treatment, the girl wasn't crying and no tears ran down her wet face. She had grabbed the edge hard and gritted her teeth to muffle her own screams and moans while refusing to give in to the beast that was rutting in to her. Even while being roughly defiled, she was refusing to give up and her eyes still gleamed fire of hatred and strength.

Boris let go of the girl's neck and grabbed a handful of her long black hair to pull in to the middle of the pool. She defiantly held on to the edge and didn't let go. He thrust hard in to her couple of times to coarse her in to obeying, but she still refused to let go and suffered the brutal thrusts in to her innocence with a painful whimper.

Angered by her defiance, Boris grabbed on to the girl's neck again and pushed her head underwater before starting to thrust his deformed shaft hard in to her uncooperative sheath. She struggled hard and tried to get her head free from the hand that was holding her underwater. Just as she was about to black-out from lack of air, he pulled her head out of the water to let her take in few precious breaths and pushed her head back underwater.

After nearly drowning the girl few times while thrusting hard in to her, Boris pulled out of her sex and got out of the pool while carrying her on the shoulder. Nearly experiencing death had sapped almost all the strength from the brave girl's body and her body remained limp while he carried her to the big bed. She groaned weakly when her body fell on the bed hard and she could only whimper when Boris got between her legs and started feeding his curved shaft back in to her sheath.

Boris kept steady pace as he plunged his shaft in to the whimpering girl beneath him. Showering her delicate insides with his precum made her passage amply lubricated for the rough thick shaft to smoothly burrow in to her body, with or without her consent. He kept on continuously pumping in to the girl impressively more than half an hour before the iron will of the brave girl started to fade away. Her whimpers changed in to groans and soon, she was moaning loud with obvious pleasure. After enduring nearly an hour of continuous repeated intrusions in to her femininity and getting her sensitive walls rubbed, stretched and scratched by the deformed intruder, she was starting to sense her impending submission to the forbidden carnal pleasure. She started to plead mercy from Boris as he intensified his thrusts, sensing the signals of submissions she was emitting by the involuntary shuddering of her sex.

"Please...ugh, have mercy..ughh, don't make me..Ohhh..ugh...ugh...no...ugh..ugh.uuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrggggGGGHHHHHH!"

The girl dug her heels deep in to the mattress, curled her toes and lifted up her pelvis up to suffer the humiliation of her first forced orgasm. Boris kept pounding in to the climaxing girl without stopping and deepened her humiliation by pulling out a chain of orgasms from her unwilling and trembling body. After five minutes of non-stop forced orgasms, the girl's body went completely limp and he still kept on pounding in to the hardly responding soft body.

Boris kept humping the poor girl like a possessed machine and after about ten minutes, her body started to squirm under the hulking body and soft moans, whimpers and yelps once again joined the squelching and slapping sounds of wet sexes. 

After another forty-five minutes of pounding and three more orgasms, Boris and the girl were soaked with sweat, and her slip had once again turned transparent and hugged her shaking body. Lisa thought that she was treated much better than how Boris was treating the poor girl. Compared to the wild fucking the girl was receiving, the experience she had with Boris could be mentioned as tender loving. 

Then suddenly the girl started to moan loud again clearly with pleasure and started to shudder as her body rode through another orgasm. Unlike her previous orgasms, she wrapped her long legs around Boris's waist, wrapped her hands around his head and pulled herself up to plant a deep kiss on his thick lips. He must have like that so much, he wrapped his arm around her back and pulled themselves in to lotus position and finally released his seed deep inside her with a loud groan. The girl's body writhed as her orgasm intensified with the feeling of hot seed filling her insides.

The girl's body finally went limp after riding the biggest wave of orgasms in that night and Boris let her body fall on to the mattress and slid out his curved meat sword out of her drenched sheath. After accommodating the thick monster for more than two hours, her sex was gaping wide and had changed its color to a bright red. Evidences of her breeding was now continuously flowing out of her and created a puddle of liquids on the bed sheet.

Lisa felt the uncomfortable feeling of jealousy rising from the bottom of her heart as she saw the girl passionately kissing Boris. She knew that she should be absolutely hating Boris after witnessing the Brutal rape he had committed on the girl, but she couldn't find any feelings in her heart other than sadness and jealousy when she saw the girl's will finally break and reward Boris with a deep kiss.

Lisa realized that these were not normal or sane feelings she was feeling and feared that she was going to go insane and lose herself. She felt as if something was continuously eating away parts of her mind and memories of being happily married to the love of her life felt so distant, sometimes she completely forgot about David.

With conflicting feelings ravaging her brain again and again, Lisa spent the whole night sobbing in sadness and shaking in fear till the sunrise. 

Lisa was reaching her mental breaking point when suddenly the TV display in her room came to life. It was the old man in the display and he looked kind of worried.

"Lisa, you seem to be a bit flustered. Are you alright?"

"NO I'M NOT!" Lisa shouted at the screen, agitated.

"What did you do to me? Why is this happening to me? Why do I feel like a stranger to myself?" Lisa broke down crying.

"You did well Lisa, actually you did more than well. So I understand that you deserve an explanation. But before that, I think it's best to give you a chance to talk to your husband," The old man said.

Lisa's eyes lit up with the hope of the chance to talk to David. Even if she felt betrayed, she loved him and wanted to know how he was doing and the good reason for his actions. The display changed and David appeared in it.

"Honey I'm sorry," David said while looking down as if he didn't want to meet Lisa's eyes.

"David, don't feel sorry. I love you. I know you must have had a good reason," Lisa said with a smile while wiping off her tears.

There was a long awkward silence as David looking down without saying or doing anything. Then he looked in to the camera and Lisa noticed that rage was burning in his eyes.

"Yes, I had a good reason. I was scared of my life. But what was your reason for loving it and cumming on its cock like a slut?"

Lisa couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her loving husband was calling her a slut for being forced to orgasm. She felt as if her soul itself burning from the hateful gaze of David while his words cutting deep in to her heart.

"NO! It wasn't like that. I couldn't help it. You must have seen from the other women too. We can't help it. There's something strange about him," Lisa tried to give reasons between her tears.

"HIM? So that thing is human to you now. I saw how much of sluts all women are and you were the worst of them all. I didn't know you had it in you to fuck an animal like a bitch in heat," David shouted back with anger.

Lisa felt as if knives going through her heart as her husband's hurtful words came through the speaker. Anger started to boil and overcome her thoughts; Lisa shouted back.

"Yes, I'm a bitch that has a wimp of a husband that offers his wife in fear and bitch about how she handled the rape. You are disgusting! Your balls are there only for the show. I failed to see the real you until now. You are the real beast, not Boris. Fuck you David! Fuck you!"

Lisa couldn't believe the words that escaped her mouth, but she felt relieved when they came out.

"Fuck you too bitch. Have fun fucking that thing. I don't want anything to do with a whore like you. I regret not getting the chance to put a bullet through your bitch head. Go ahead and fuck till you die bitch," David screamed in to the camera and the display went blank.

Lisa fell to her knees and cried hysterically as she realized she had lost her husband. She felt disgusted by both what she said and especially what he said.

"I'm sorry about what happened between you two," said the old man through the TV.

"You did this all you sick bastard! You are the one who destroyed us," Lisa shouted with pure hatred.

"Yes I know I am responsible for this. And I'm sure there's a special place for me in the hell when I go there. But right now I'm in power and it's up to you to decide whether I'll be your best friend or worst enemy," the old man said with a calm manner.

Lisa realized that it was best to listen to the old bastard for now, and stopped crying.

"Since it seems you are much wiser than I thought and understand the situation, I would like to be friend rather than an enemy," the old man said with a smile.

"Now I think I owe you an explanation about this mysterious things you feel. I would like to advise you to have a seat since this is going to be a little long and complex."

Lisa pulled in a chair and sat on it while still giving a stare of hatred in to the camera. 

"You must be already feeling the undeniable attraction towards Boris by now. I know it's very confusing to have those feelings toward him, as you are a beautiful married lady. But as you said earlier, it is not something you can help."

Lisa was now listening to the old man with big eyes as he seemed to be able to read her mind when he explained how she must be feeling.

"Let me start by saying that Boris is not just a simple mix of humans and gorillas. He is genetically superior in some fields than both humans and primates. Do you remember what I told about how we were first genetically modifying human females and male gorillas to make their seed and eggs compatible? During these procedures, the gorillas were the ones that got heavily modified since we only needed their seed. Due to this, some things we didn't intended or expected to change also changed. So the gorilla who fathered the test number one, developed something that even the modern science cannot fully understand. It had the ability to emit strong pheromones through body odor and contained an extremely powerful aphrodisiac in its seminal fluids. This aphrodisiac didn't only affect in physical level, it also affected in mental level too." 

"While every women strongly responded in physical level to the aphrodisiac, the mental effect varied from woman to woman. Most of the time, the mental effect was on a moderate level, while few were resilient to it and even fewer were strongly affected. When there's a woman who reacts strongly to the mental effect, her eggs are the most compatible to bear the seeds of that male. When the male meet a woman who are fully compatible to it, it also get strongly affected by her pheromones. These bonds to each other are so strong, the mental effect sometimes turn in to a deep love. I think now you understand how a human volunteer woman decided to secretly have sex with a test gorilla, and why the gorilla was more than happy to allow it," the old man explained as if he was teaching a science class.

Lisa felt as if a light being shed on her confusing feelings she had been feeling. She felt both devastated and confusingly happy when those feeling became clear. She was questioning herself whether what the old man said was true and whether if she was being forced to fall in love with Boris.

"From the look on your face, I can tell that your guess is right. Boris carries the same ability that his great grandfather had, and it's much more powerful and potent. By a miracle or fate, it seems you are one of the very few woman on earth who are fully compatible with Boris. I had seen many women fall in love with Boris due to its powerful aphrodisiac, but for the first time, the poor guy is finally falling in love with you," The old man said with a smile.

"No! It can't be. This must be a sick joke. How can I fall in love with that thing?" Lisa said aloud refusing to believe what she heard.

"Did you realize how gentle and well behaved he was with you compared to other women? When the feelings finally matured in him, he couldn't help but stare at you and he refused to eat anything since you rejected him. You saw how the frustration led him to severely beating a man and brutally rape a girl. I can see how it affects you too. I know it's kind of evil, but you can't help it. He shot the aphrodisiac deep in your reproductive organ, and being a fully compatible woman to Boris, feelings of true love will overtake all your worries and sorrow quickly. I don't know much about love, but isn't true love what you girls spend a life time looking for?" said the old man with a smirk.

"You took my body and now you take my mind too? How cruel and messed-up can you be? You will burn in hell for this you bastard!" Lisa cried out as tears ran down her face.

What hurt the most was that what he said was the truth. She couldn't deny the feeling of love toward Boris growing in her heart. What hurt the most was that it was without her consent, and she couldn't stop it from spreading over the love she had for David. She knew she had a very short time before her old self die and a new woman born from the ashes; she mourned the love she had for her beloved husband.

"Now, now. I'm sure by tomorrow you'll change your mind and sometime later, you'll thank me. Have a good sleep Lisa. Remember, it is said that nothing is more powerful than love," the man said before closing the connection while laughing out loud. 

Next day morning, Boris started the day by first pressing the button on Lisa's door. Lisa kept looking at the lit button on her side while fighting the strange temptation to press it. Sensing her hesitation, he turned and started walking towards the room where the lady with a voluptuous body was in. He pressed the button on the woman's door and few seconds later, another buzzer sounded and the door opened. Lisa kept looking with opened big eyes as the beautiful woman come out from the door in her naked glory. She walked right up to Boris and with a grin, he gently carried her in bridal style to the big bed. It reminded Lisa how she got carried to the same bed in the same way and she felt butterflies in her belly when she remembered what happened after that. 

Boris put the woman gently on the bed and without wasting any time, he got on top of her and lowered his wet warm mouth on to her big and supple breasts. Within seconds, the woman was moaning with pleasure while holding his head to her breasts for more attention. After few minutes, she spread her legs and slithered her slender hand down there bodies to between her legs. Suddenly Boris stopped sucking on her breasts like a possessed baby and looked at her straight in the eyes. Seeing the beautiful red lips decorated with a smile, Boris flexed his hip and with a loud gasp, the woman wrapped her beautiful legs around his hips to urge more of his love shaft in to her love tunnel.

The room got filled with throes of passion as the woman lost count of orgasms the thick shaft pulled out from her while her husband pleasured himself to the scene of her squirming body. Lisa noticed that even though the woman was receiving a royal pounding, Boris was being gentle and focused on manipulating his curved tool inflict more pleasure to the writhing woman. She also shamefully noticed that she was feeling an overwhelming jealousy toward the moaning woman. She wanted to be the one writhing underneath the huge fame of Boris, she wanted to be the one having his thick shaft impaled between her legs, and she wanted to be the one that grunted every time as he bottomed out and touched her womb. 




Beast and the Beauties Ch. 02



This story contains parts that indicate non-consensual sex, non-human relationship and subcategories of cuckolding. If you are offended by any of these subjects, please proceed at your own risk.

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As Lisa spent the morning in a daze, thoughts of Boris flooded her mind with vivid images and intense emotions. Her mind only slightly registered the occurrences that was happening around her when the maid did the morning duties and dressed her up. Even breakfast felt like a distant dream when she looked at the empty plate she had just finished. When she turned her head to look through the invisible wall, her heart started beat faster and stronger, as her blue eyes received images of the sleeping brute. For the first time, Lisa failed to find ugliness in his humongous, ripped body and odd, peacefully sleeping face. The image was alluring and tempting enough for Lisa to feel butterflies in her belly and tingling between her legs.

For the first time since her introduction to the confinement, Lisa felt concerned about her appearance. For the first time, she needed to look presentable. She needed to be presentable for Boris. She wanted to impress him with her feminine qualities and she wanted him to desire her. 

At the same time, Lisa knew that the feelings, she had towards Boris, weren't entirely naturally originated. But, knowing that the feelings were artificially induced, didn't stop her from feeling them; it was like living in a dream that she couldn't wake up, even if she knew that she was dreaming. So the more she fell for him, the more she hated him deep in her heart. Even though the feelings weren't clear, she couldn't deny that she both, desired and loathed him at the same time.

Lisa walked up to the mirror and inspected her appearance through the reflection. The girl in the mirror was wearing a magnificent goddess type strapless gown that reached all the way down to her ankles. The top part of the sky-blue dress hugged her supple bust tightly, since it was those proud and full breasts that held the beautiful dress flawing down her soft body. Even if the soft fabric flowed down to brush against her ankles, the sheerness of the skirt portion did little to hide a thin waist, wide hips and a pair of long lithe legs. At the end of those long legs, instead of the usual high heels, pearl barefoot sandal anklets decorated her delicate feet. It was the first time Lisa had ever worn an apparel like that, and it felt more comfortable and erotic at the same time. While her simple makeup was done to bring out the natural beauty of her face, her hair was done in roman style to perfectly match the beautiful dress she was wearing. Lisa had to give credits to the maid for bringing her appearance as close as to an Olympian goddess from Greek mythologies.

The other thing Lisa noticed through the sheer material was, she wasn't wearing any underwear. She felt completely exposed without anything covering her clean shaven privates, but at the same time, it added more to the excitement and comfort.

Extremely satisfied with her appearance, Lisa pirouetted around to make the beautiful dress gracefully lift up and fly around her twirling figure. When she suddenly stopped moving, the dress kept flying around and softly wrapped around her body, before unwinding back to its original state. 

When she looked back at herself in the mirror, she noticed a gentle smile decorating her beautiful face. Since she never thought that she would ever smile again in that place, it felt good to see her own smile, after that long period of sorrow. Happiness was starting to seep back in to her hopeless fate, and regardless of the source or the nature of it, she happily welcomed the little ray of light, in to the darkness.

Lisa felt as if the times she had suffered fear, guilt, confusion and dilemmas, had become a part of distant past. At that moment, the way her heart beat in her chest reminded her of the times when she had been a high school student, and had developed a crush towards her math teacher. It was taboo, illicit and shameful; but the rush and excitement was intoxicating and thrilling.

Without even thinking, Lisa slowly walked up to the glass wall, and kept looking at the sleeping form of the source of her excitement. She didn't know or couldn't name the feelings she was feeling, but she did know that Boris had taken a part of her mind for good or worse. 

While looking out from the glass, Lisa put her left hand on the glass as if she wanted to touch his outline, and saw something shining on the fourth finger of her left hand. That small ancient stone managed to put a pulling force on her rampaging heart to remind her of her not too distant past life. Tears escaped her blue eyes, as she recognized the object and the meaning it held. She clutched the left hand with her right and turned around to deny any illicit visual encouragements to her stubborn body. She knew that that object was the last reminiscent of her past life she possessed, and it was the last hope she had to escape the whirlpool of insanity she was drowning in at that moment. While leaning her back on to the glass, she kept looking at the small diamond on the wedding ring, to find a path out of her lustful insanity she was about to completely get drowned in.

After sometime, a sudden loud buzzer sound jerked Lisa back in to the living world. She turned in panic to see what had happened, and found that her view had been blocked by something big on the other side of the glass. It took few moments for Lisa to realize that it was Boris's the huge body that was blocking her view, from the other side. From the lit-up button on her door, she concluded that, while she was lost in her thoughts, Boris had approached her door and had pressed the button.

When Lisa turned her eyes back toward the wall glass, the first thing that caught her eyes was the thick appendage that stood proud and in attention. It pulsed in rhythm with Boris's heartbeat, and she felt a sense of achievement since the organ was responded to her allure. Hanging below the saluting curved shaft, was the ballooned scrotum that carried a cocktail of potions with the ability to subdue women to his will.

Detailed memories of the thick shaft rampaging inside her while filling her with the potion, flooded Lisa's mind, and memories of a precious stone and vows, got overthrown by something thick, hard and full of life. She trailed her gaze up across his chiseled abs and chest muscles, to find those deep brown eyes.They were looking straight in to her soul, and she felt the unbound desire and affection flooding in through the connected gaze. Reacting to the building emotions, she felt her heart start to speed up in her chest, and a wave of heat washed over her whole body. 

Lisa found it impossible to rip her gaze away from his hypnotizing eyes, and she felt a battle of good and evil waging inside her subconscious. The breath became heavy, and she felt the heart pulses in her head, as she labored to finalize her ultimate decision. Her pride as a woman, and the hatred she had for him deep in her heart, was screaming at her to stay as far away from the red button. At the same time, her wild side and her physical cravings were screaming to push the button and sate her thirst.

As Lisa over-worked her mind to make the final decision, the final push came when Boris broke his intense gaze and started to turn away. Panic and a sense of loss, jolted her to the very core in an instant, and before she could comprehend what had happened or what she felt, a loud buzzer sound filled the air, announcing something important and irreversible. She trailed her gaze down her extended right arm, only to find her fingers on the red lit button. 

With her blue eyes wide opened, Lisa realized that at the heat of the moment, her stubborn hand had made the decision for her, and evil had prevailed over good and reasons. The same fingers that were dripping with her illicit desires the night before, only few hours later, had sealed her fate with a lightest movement. She wondered how fragile a person's fate can be to have it changed from a simple act of stupidity and a flick of a finger. 

Then Lisa realized something important. It was her finger, it was her hand, and it was her body; she made the decision, and it was 'her' decision. Still, she refused to believe that she had forsaken her pride and reason for mere physical urges. 

As Boris's huge body moved through the opened doorway, a current of air blew in to the room, bringing his unique body odor to Lisa's olfactory sensors. Mixed with the overwhelming pungent odor that was strong enough to activate her gagging reflexes, a sweet musk undertone also reached her sensors, washing away any remorse or disgust she had until then. Her body immediately reacted to the overwhelmingly powerful dose of pheromones and began the initial preparations for an oncoming thorough insemination.

While feeling ambers of carnal desires igniting in her abdomen and on skin, Lisa stood still and watched as her suitor approach with an obvious smile of accomplishment. As soon as he approached her, he bent his head down, nuzzled her neck, and hungrily breathe in her intoxicating sweet, pheromone infused smell. 

Panic struck her mind with the first physical contact with Boris, and with a reaction that was fueled by hatred and pride, she pulled back and struck his face with her opened arm. Surprised at first, Boris gathered his thoughts back, and easily caught her fragile wrist when it came back flying for another strike. Soon, she was trying to strike him with all her other three free limbs, and there was a bit of a struggle between them for offence and defense. 

Despite Lisa striking him and struggling, Boris didn't get angry about it, and did his best to bring Lisa under control without hurting her. With his superior strength, soon, he had her back and both hands pinned to the wall, and he looked straight into her deep blue eyes, as if he was trying to tell something. 

With Boris's hypnotizing gaze locked onto Lisa's, he felt her body relax, and her hands become limp in his grasp. Sensing her submission, once again he lowered his face to nuzzle her neck. This time, Lisa could only close her eyes and moan lightly as he devoured her scent as the most wonderful thing in the world. Then he slowly bent down to place one hand behind her knees, and one hand behind her back to gently swoop her up and carry her in bridal style. As the beautiful damsel stayed lying on those strong arms, her long hair flowed down from one side, and the soft fabric of the dress flowed down from the other.

Lisa was struggling a bit while she was in his hands, but it was obvious that the struggling was just a show of reluctance, rather than an actual effort to escape. He skillfully maneuvered their bodies through the narrow doorway, and started his triumphant walk toward the big bed, to rightfully claim the beauty, that had an unusual effect on his heart.

Lisa felt the thumping of heavy footsteps throughout her body, as her heart tried to burst itself with overexcitement. Since she knew too well what that dirty bed symbolized, and what was about to happen on that bed and what it meant, she felt the approaching bed was too far and too close at the same time. Even though her body was jumping with joy, her heart was still hesitating to accept what the body was telling it. Hesitations were meant to fade away with time, and it was fading little by little with each thumping of heavy footstep that reached her body. Finally, she slowly wrapped her arms around his thick neck as a mean of support, a show of affection and acceptance.

Lisa felt her back softly landing on the mattress, and Boris's hands slide away from underneath her body. Her desires took dominance, and now she was a willing woman, that was looking forward to feel the invigorating touch of her illicit lover. She wanted to feel his big body cover her small frame, and dominate it in most pleasurable ways she could imagine. Unlike her previous encounter, she wanted to scream out her satisfaction, and receive his affection without holding anything back.

While waiting for her lover to join her and sate her carnal desires, Lisa accidently turned her head to look back at the direction of her own room. An electric shock passed through her body when she saw David looking at her through his glass wall, and she felt like an unfaithful wife that got caught red-handed by her husband. As shame came over her once again, Lisa felt the need to cry and let all the accumulated shame wash away with tears. Just as she was about to shed her first tear, she felt Boris's face nuzzle into her neck and start to breathe in her scent once again. When a huge hand started to fondle her bosom through the material of the dress, she closed her eyes and let out an involuntary gasp in pleasure.

With the hand gently fondling Lisa's chest, and a soft tongue lapping at her sensitive skin on the neck, her shame and tears started to fade away with arising pleasure. But, despite how mad she was with David, and no matter how madly she had fallen for Boris, she didn't want either of them to see her willingly, emotionally and sexually submit. While getting intimately fondled by Boris, she wanted to open her eyes and see whether David was still looking at her; but, she didn't have the will power to open them and possibly meet his eyes. 

As Boris's curious mouth and hand descended down the soft curves of Lisa's body, she shuddered at the thought of going through the humiliation of becoming a slut, in front of David, just as he accused her of.

As Lisa felt Boris take hold of her ankles and slowly open her lithe legs, she didn't offer any resistance, but, looked down her body to see what was happening. He was kneeling down on the bed and was starting to lick his way up her left leg. As his head travelled higher, he let go of her legs to support himself; she bent her knees and spread her trembling legs wider to accommodate his big upper-body. As the hem of her long dress got pushed up to her knees by the huge body that was moving up, Lisa remembered about David, and to prevent him from seeing Boris's lecherous act, she caught the hem with her hands and prevented the dress from riding any higher. Between her silky smooth thighs, his head disappeared into the dress, and as his head bobbed around while he lustfully tasted her soft inner-thighs, Lisa was able to see the fabric stretch and bulge around the big head.

As the wandering tongue inched closer and closer to her sex, Lisa was breathing heavily, and gasped every time she felt his hot breath on her exposed womanhood. Boris's head suddenly stopped moving, and she felt him breathing constantly on her sensitive folds. She knew that inside the dress, he was looking directly at her uncovered sex. A deep blush covered her ivory skin when she realized that, with all the given attention, her sensitive folds must have bloomed like a flower, and he was looking directly at how it continuously dripped nectar.

With a sudden lunge that made Lisa's whole body jerk up with surprise, Boris clamped his hot salivating mouth over her steaming honey pot, and wrapped his hands around her thighs to lock his hungry mouth to the rare delicacy.

Feeling the warm wetness of lips, and hardness of teeth envelop her whole sex at once, Lisa yelped with pained pleasure. She had to let go of the hem, to cover her mouth with one hand, and to desperately tap hard on his head with the other, and signal him not to press his hard teeth on to her sensitive clitoris. Feeling the protest, he stopped pushing his teeth in, but the head didn't budge even a centimeter, as the clamped mouth produced an incredible suction while his tongue went to town on her delicious wet folds.

While Lisa's body squirmed and trembled with overwhelming pleasure, despite her efforts, muffled moans escaped through her thin fingers. As she kept the dress bunched up on his neck to conceal the sexual act from David, over the stretched fabric of her dress, she caressed the bulge between her spread thighs. Boris was thrusting his face on to her sex as he hungrily lapped up the constantly flowing nectar and explored every fold and edge of it with his flexible tongue. As she was detecting a maturing orgasm, the hot tongue was going wild on her sex and kept her at the edge of total bliss. Then making her skip a heartbeat, she felt it slowly slithering in to her wet opening. 

"Oh my god!" 

"Oh my god!"

"aaargH!" 

"Oh baby!"

"Yes!"

"That's it!"

"Yes!"

"Yessss!"

"Yeeeessssss!"

"Aaaah!....aaaaah!...aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!...uuuuurrrghhhHHHH!"

Lisa saw stars when the flexible tongue started to wriggle in her most sensitive place. She pulled his head on to her sex with both hands, and announced her orgasm with a loud, pleasured wail.

Lisa was heavily panting after experiencing the amazing orgasm, and when she felt the two strong hands that were wrapped around her thighs become loose, she looked down her body to find Boris's face emerging out from her dress. His face was dripping with her excitement, and the big grin he had on was telling her that he loved every drop of it.

Feelings of affection and satisfaction started to seep in to Lisa's heart, and she didn't care whether David was watching her wailing through the orgasm, just like the slut he accused her of. She knew that whether she wanted or not, she was going to prove him right, on that day, on that bed.

As Boris knelt-up, Lisa's eyes automatically locked on to his raging manhood. With the unusual curve, warts and lumps, thick pulsing veins and most importantly, the unbelievable thickness, it looked odd and intimidating as always. She shuddered when she remembered that the one eyed monster had already been in her most sacred place, and she had loved every bit of stretching she had experienced. In the corner of her heart, as a woman, she felt proud about she had been able to take in such an intimidating and exotic object in her most delicate place.

As much as Lisa detested her carnal desires, she wanted to feel it in her, and be proud as a woman once again while reaching heavens; with her slender fingers, she started gathering the thin fabric of the dress, over her waist, and while slowly unavailing her flower to the world, the hem started to ride up her silky smooth thighs. When the end of the fabric finally joined the rest in her small fists, she offered her flower to the sun by slightly lifting her pelvis. It was fully bloomed, and the petals were drenched with nectar that continuously flowed out from the core. The flower had bloomed to welcome the sun, and the sun was about to visit and germinate it.

While marveling at the glorious sight, Boris reached down and slid his rough hand down Lisa's silky inner thighs. Responding to the gentle touch, her legs spread further apart, fully offering her offering to him. He knelt down between the spread thighs and positioned his manhood right on the core of her bloomed flower.

Lisa felt every millimeter of movement on her sensitive flesh as the meaty knob move her silky curtains aside to probe at the sensitive portal. When suddenly the foreign flesh pushed on, she gasped, and under the pressure and ample lubrication, her tight opening strained, expanded and gave way to the intruder. As if her tight ring wanted to trap the bulbous head in her sheath, she felt it slide over the head and clamp around the wide crown. With her acceptance of his manhood into her womanhood, a tear drop appeared at the corner of her eye, as her pride as a woman wept at her surrender to pleasure.

Lisa let out a whimper when she felt the first shots of Boris's hot precum bath her sensitive walls. He was baptizing her womanhood for the oncoming carnal ritual: the most ancient ritual of them all. While feeling the intense heat he was pouring in to her spread all around her body, she started to perspire and pant. As the cocktail of aphrodisiacs got soaked in to her deepest parts, suddenly her libido got kicked in to the highest gear.




Beast and the Beauties Ch. 02



Lisa couldn't believe the level of craze for lust her betraying body was experiencing, and she labored to hold off the desire to thrust her hips and devour more of his throbbing manhood. She looked down to see her erected nipples painfully poking through the dress, and her milky thighs were starting to glisten with perspiration. She couldn't wait anymore to feel the ultimate feeling, and devised a plan to urge Boris into full-filling her shameful desire.

Lisa brought her hands up and pulled down the fabric that was covering her chest. Her succulent breasts jumped out of its confines, begging for attention, and her erected brown nipples popped out while pointing toward the sky. The seduction was too much for Boris, and while thrusting his curved wand in to her warmth, he dived in to taste her flower buds. 

When Boris's manhood dug itself about two inches in to her womanhood, and a wet, warm mouth surrounded her sensitive nipple, Lisa let out a lustful scream and experienced a mini orgasm while gritting her teeth.

"Aaah...Ah...Ah...Ah!" Lisa yelped as, Boris started to sink his thick shaft in to her depths with a series of shunts while feasting on her hard and erected nipples, and she moaned when the shaft speared through rings of clasping muscles of her tight sheath. While the bumps and warts deliciously scraped her sensitive walls as they moved in and out, she bit down on her lower lip to contain her wicked pleasure, as the thick curved tool forced her reproductive system to mold around it.

When Boris had two-third of his breeding shaft drilled between the beautiful girl's stretched nether lips, he let go of her nipple and looked straight at her glazed, lust-filled blue eyes.While still on elbows, he brought his large hands up under her armpits and gripped her smooth shoulders with his thick fingers. Taking a firm hold, he surged in to her hard, and watched how her mouth and eyes widen with surprise and pleasure. As his curved sword sunk deeper in to her passage, he had to bunch up and bring his knees higher to add more leverage and length into the thrusting. This prompted Lisa to open her creamy thighs even wider, and angle her pelvis for even deeper penetration. Then came a very hard thrust that made his pubic bone come in contact with her sensitive clitoris, and the ballooned scrotum on her soft derriere. She had taken all that Boris had to offer, and her soft sheath appreciated it by pulsing around it while holding vice grip. Lisa wailed while holding on to Boris's thick arms to celebrate her accomplishment, and got washed over by another orgasm.

While buried to the hilt between Lisa's quivering splayed thighs, Boris moved his hip horizontally and enjoyed watching how her eyes rolled back with overwhelmed pleasure. She was still coming down from her orgasm, and the feeling of getting her over-sensitive insides churned by a hard phallus was almost unbearable; she groaned and squirmed while trying to move her pelvis to minimize his teasing.

After few minutes of enjoying churning Lisa's inside, Boris pulled his hardness out till only the bulbous head remained inside her. Lisa was still trying to catch her breath after being rudely teased, before she even had the chance to recover from her orgasm. But sensing the oncoming onslaught, she winced, grabbed on to his arms and steeled herself.

Boris's pelvis fell down like a hammer, and Lisa wailed in both pain and pleasure as their pelvises met with force and the scrotum slapped her soft buns. With the initial strike dealt, he started to undulate his lower body to repeatedly strike the anvil with his mighty hammer. Lisa's soft voice degraded in to groans, whimpers, shrieks and intangible words, as he pounded her round derriere in to the soft mattress. Just like a blacksmith forging a perfect sword by relentlessly pounding the metal with a hammer, Boris was skillfully hammering Lisa's womanhood to forge a perfect orgasm.

While being overwhelmed by the relentless onslaught into her sacred chamber, Lisa was sensing the arrival of the mother of all orgasms. Her whole body was shaking from the barrage of strikes her lower body was receiving, and she felt as if her whole body was going to fall apart when a tsunami of pleasure finally hit her.

Lisa squeezed her eyes shut, gritted her teeth and held her breath, as every muscle fiber of her body started to tremble and shudder with a major orgasm. Unfazed by the writhing girl, Boris kept on pounding in to her vibrating sheath, and her perfectly forged orgasm sprung into a fountain and showered their pelvises with her overflowing carnal pleasure. When the fountain finally receded, Lisa looked into bright blue sky with her glazed eyes and let out a guttural howl to mark the end of the biggest orgasm she had ever experienced.

With the female's carnal desires thoroughly sated, Boris labored toward his next goal: inseminate the woman by releasing his essence deep in her fertile chamber. While coming down from the heaven of orgasms, Lisa noticed that his thrusts had become more pronounced and sharp. From his grunts, and the way he sought to reach the deepest parts of her passage, she deduced that he was seeking his own release of carnal pressure.

Having her illicit passions deeply sated, Lisa's reasoning was starting to become clear, and cold sweat joined the thick layer of perspiration that she already had all over her glistening body. She knew about the ultimate purpose of the phallus that was knocking at the gates to her fertile womb, and the ballooned scrotum that was spankings her buttocks. Remembering the fact that she was entering the peak of her fertile period, and the old man saying something about her being the most compatible, she started to fear the very thing that had taken her to unknown levels of pleasure a moment ago. She desired the thick monster within her sensitive folds, but the desire never ran deeper than a combination of strong lust and mild affection. For a woman to gladly bear the fruits of a man, she need something more than lust: she needs sincere love. Even though she desired copulation with Boris, as a woman, she desired to be introduced to motherhood by her lawful husband. Compared to the chemically induced feeling, she still valued the natural love.

Knowing that her time was ticking away with each laboring thrust Boris bore in to her fertile treasure, through gasps, Lisa tried to tell him to dismount. With the primal objective of breeding the beautiful lady underneath him, and being very close to his own release, Boris didn't even hear a word she uttered, and quickened his thrusting to urge his manhood to open the valves that kept his reservoir of seeds contained.

Realizing that Boris was now in his beast mode to rut and breed her, Lisa started to panic and struggle against the huge body that was rutting into her with increased tempo. Her body was exhausted after all the laborious orgasms, and she found no success in physically trying to push the titan body off of hers.

Horror struck Lisa when she felt the shaft starting to expand in her, and out of sheer desperation, she entered the fight or flight mode. While trying to pull the shaft out of her by planting her feet on his waist and pushing outward, she unleashed a flurry of punches to his head while shouting at him to get off of her.

Boris was just about to taste the heavenly release, when the female went haywire and started attacking him. Being enraged by the denial of his well-deserved orgasm, he started to wrestle with her while keeping his shaft still buried in her, and trying not to harm the fragile being, in the process. First, he caught both her hands, and held them together firmly above her head with his right arm. Then with the left arm, he pinned back her left leg to her chest, and expertly gained an angle for even deeper penetration.

Even after being expertly pinned, Lisa was still protesting and squirming to avoid the insemination, and Boris pulled his shaft out almost all the way, and smashed his pelvis down with a brutal thrust. Her eyes opened wide as if they were trying to pop-out, and deep pained groan escaped her gaping mouth. With the brutal thrust she took in that exposed position, Lisa experienced a foreign object touching her cervix for the first time in her life. It was an undiscovered region, and she gasped at the pleasure infused pain it produced. That deep thrust was enough to coerce her in to submission, and Boris resumed his goal to impregnate her.

As Boris's battering ram battered at the castle gates to impregnate the castle, Lisa gave up her fight and accepted her fate. She was now emitting a high-pitched squeal as her never before touched cervix got relentlessly battered by the one-eyed monster. She felt totally powerless and helpless, as he threatened to defile her holy temple with thrust after thrust. When she felt his manhood starting to expand once again, she only whimpered in defeat.

Boris finally delivered a sharp thrust, and Lisa winced when the shaft's head reached deep and pushed hard against her cervix. He never withdrew, and remained still while grinding his manhood hard against her womb's entrance. They locked their eyes together when his sperm injector started to throb, and Lisa felt her sore cervix getting showered by his soothing, warm and thick semen. He was planting his seed in her fertile garden, and she had to accept them whether she desired it or not. Soon, as her insides got saturated with his life sap, Lisa felt a building pressure in her abdomen, and a small trickle started to leak out of their tight bond and dripped down the valley of her derriere.

Throughout the whole process of getting seeded by Boris, Lisa had her gaze locked in with his, and his brown eyes poured his emotions into her heart, as his shaft poured his genes in to her womb. When the throbbing seized, he let go of her limbs, and while keeping his manhood plugging the seeds he had deposited in her, he gently laid his body on hers.

Knowing that the breeding had come to an end, Lisa a let out a loud sigh, and she too remained still to catch-up her breath and thoughts. It worried her that Boris was still keeping a dangerous amount of his semen trapped in her fertile reproductive system, but at the same time, she was shamefully enjoying the feeling of holding the warm liquid in her hypersensitive insides. With him laying on top of her, and pressing his big chest on to her soft mounds, she was feeling his strong heart beat travelling through the soft tissue of her breasts and reverberating in her own chest. She thought that even his heart beat was strong, and if she was down on her luck, her first child might be a very strong one too. Then she thought that it wouldn't be that bad of a thing to carry the fruits of their passionate union.

Being exhausted by the vigorous mating dance, while listening to the lullaby of Boris's heart, Lisa wrapped her hands around the large torso and joined him to a peaceful sleep, with a satisfied smile.

That night, when the red button on Lisa's door lit up, her slender fingers found the button without any hesitation. Since she was still reluctant to let David watch her as she submit to Boris's sexual whims, she tried to convince Boris to do the deed on her own bed, out of David's hateful gaze. As she slid the straps of her nightdress off of her smooth shoulders, the flimsy material bunched-up around her feet, which was followed by a lacy underwear. Her exposed natural beauty was a feast to his eyes as she slowly laid on the bed on her back, and parted her long lithe legs while bending them at the knees to send the excited brute a clear message.

Boris glanced at the small bed that was barely big enough to accommodate his own hulking body, let alone withstanding a rigorous mating; despite her brief verbal protest, he swooped up Lisa in his strong hands, and started walking out of the room.

Soon the night air got filled with Lisa's throes of ecstasy, as Boris's curved shaft ravaged her insides from behind.While she labored to keep her hands steady while being on all fours, Lisa's unrestrained full bust violently swung back and forth as he held her from her thin waist, and hammered his sperm injector in to her fertile depths with loud slaps.

Lisa lost count of her own orgasms in midst of the carnal delirium, and for the first time, she longed to feel the liquid warmth on her cervix as Boris inseminated her. She looked over her shoulder, and admired the heaving body of the giant; she desired to be bred by something that exotic, and she yearned to carry the descendants of something so strong, rare and important.

For the next three days, Boris's attention didn't divert from Lisa, and while her womb constantly got filled with his potential descendants, the air got filled with her throes of pleasure and mating scent. As they intertwined their bodies and minds together to perform the carnal ritual that enabled the continuation of life, the need to procreate dominated both of their desires. Under the masculine body, and a thick, abnormally shaped phallus constantly spread opening her femininity, threads of fidelity, shame, principles and sanity got torn, as her heart got re-arranged to accept Boris as the sole reason for her existence.

Throughout those days, Boris's sexual desires sometimes insisted Lisa to be demeaning and lower her pride. Reluctant at first, soon she broke through the threads of dignity, and happily offered to be educated in new arts of pleasure. No passage of her body remained innocent as she achieved another stage of womanhood, under the guidance of her dominant lover.

By the end of their lust filled three days, Lisa was a whole new woman, and reveled in a new dimension of femininity. That night, after another orgasm-full session under the moon light, their lips were locked together as Boris deposited a new batch of seeds in Lisa's fertile garden; she had her long limbs wrapped around his thick body, while her sheath milked the miracle wand to extract as much essence as it can from it.

Boris gave a final short thrust as he delivered the final spurt of life in to Lisa, and pulled out with a wet suction noise. Unlike before, without tightly hanging on to it, her well stretched passage let the girth easily slide out, and gaped to mourn the loss of its lover. After accommodating the monstrosity for three days from sun rise to sun down, her womanhood had matured, and had changed both its appearance and structure. Her whole body was covered in heavy perspiration, and it glistened and gleamed with carnal satisfaction. 

When Boris laid on his back to enjoy his post-coital nap, Lisa dutifully knelt beside him, and with her soft tongue, she started to clean both her and his evidences of excitement off of his dominating manhood. Just as she was about to completely clear the evidences of their crime, she felt his thick fingers running through her sweat soaked tresses and wrap around her scalp. As the strong hand pushed her head lower, with a gag, she happily let the bulbous knob enter her once rebellious throat.

As Lisa bobbed her head up and down over his pelvis while breathing a second life in to Boris's spent manhood, Boris groaned and gave up his effort to enjoy a nap. Lisa felt him pulling her wet mouth off of his now revived women slayer, and position her to straddle the very thing she put effort in to reviving. It was rare for him to offer her the dominant position, and with a smile, she grabbed on to the curved shaft and positioned its head right between her nether lips. 

Due to being saturated with Boris's most recent dose of insemination, when the thick shaft smoothly slid in to Lisa's sheath, pressured air in her gaped passage gave way to the oncoming thickness with a flatulent sound. Being slightly embarrassed by the indecent sound her womanhood had emitted, she stopped her descent for a moment; but the overwhelming carnal desire to feel her void being filled by his girth, willed her to continue her descent till her womanly lips kissed the base of his manhood. Firmly mounted, she undulated to send waves along her beautiful, glistening body, and performed her mating-belly-dance while howling her pleasure to the shining full moon.

Indulging in carnal pleasures for three whole days was starting to take a toll Lisa's body, and she was desperate for a much needed recuperating time. After pushing her body to the limit while performing the mesmerizing dance on top of him, she literally fell off of him, on to the bed. Even though the desire to close her heavy eyes and fall asleep was over whelming, she willed to move her limbs to get to her own clean bed. Despite enjoying the best times of her life on that big bed, she despised the dirtiness of it, and refused to fall asleep on it. So just like through the past few days, after getting bred by Boris for hours, she found herself on her clean bed for a much needed rest.

Next day, Lisa opened her eyes to find that she had fallen asleep till it was afternoon. She felt refreshed after the much need undisturbed long sleep, but wondered why Boris didn't wake her up in the morning, like he had done in the past few days, by pushing the button. She knew that his carnal hunger was more insatiable than hers, and it took only few hours for his emptied scrotum to balloon up with virile seed once again. She wondered whether he realized that she needed rest, or was it something else that prevented him from seeking to empty his morning excitement in to her womb.

As soon as Lisa woke up, accompanied by the female doctor, the maid entered the room. After the maid had given her body a much needing cleansing, the doctor gave her a full check-up and some painkillers to ease the pain of her sore body. She noticed that instead of dressing her up in lavish clothes and makeups, the maid just combed her long hair and dressed her up in a very comfortable robe.

After they had left the room, while venturing in the land of thoughts, Lisa wrapped the robe tighter around her body and sat down on the bed. She felt as if the past three days had been a very lucid dream, and the days before that, were parts of ancient memories. Things that used to make her cringe and hide in shame, now made her heart beat faster in anticipation, and things she used to consider as taboo, now played a major role in her daily life. She was a new person.

Bringing Lisa out of her deep revelations, the TV screen in the room flickered and showed the face of the old man. Despite the displeasure of seen the man who held her a prisoner, she failed to find the deep hatred she once had for him.

"My dear Lisa, how are you feeling?" The old man offered his pleasantries while trying to give a positive initiation for their conversation. 

"Why do you care? Pervert," Lisa shot back with an angry stare.

"Ooh, you hurt this old man's feelings Lisa. I admit that I was glued to the monitors the past three days during your honeymoon, but I assure you that I am at an age where sexual gratification plays an insignificant role."

After hearing the old man describing her time with Boris as 'honeymoon', instead of getting angry, she felt butterflied in her belly and started to blush like a virgin.

"Truthfully, I'm really proud of you Lisa. I'm really happy that you accepted Boris with open arms and heart; most girls only accept him with open legs," he told with a chuckle.

"Look here mister, I don't know why I'm not hating your guts right now, but I still hate you enough to be annoyed by your voice and poor jokes," Lisa lashed back at him.

"Come on child, I thought we were friends. If you want some privacy and wish to be alone, I will stop talking. It's just, since you made a big progress, I thought that you deserve the chance to ask some questions," old man said while looking an adult, trying to bribe a child with sweets.




Beast and the Beauties Ch. 02



Lisa's eyes softened, and she looked in to the screen with curiosity.

"Why do you do this? What's with all the kidnappings and this sick arrangement to get girls raped in front of their partners? Don't tell me that 'for science' nonsense. If you are not a pervert, then there should be a major reason for you to go to this extent at a great expense. I'm not a fool to not notice that your previous explanation doesn't add up to Boris's behavior. He never looks at the partner of the girl while he's...umm... taking them; he doesn't need the guy to be watching when he takes the girl." Lisa said while looking sharply at the screen and moving on to the chair to sit facing it.

"I greatly underestimated you Lisa. I never expected you to be this intelligent. Including my staff, you are the first person to ever notice that. I knew that your profession was counseling, but I never thought that you would notice my little lie about Boris wanting to take the girl in front of the guy," Old man said with surprise and admiration.

"Well, I did offer to answer your questions as a reward for your accomplishment. I guess it's about time I finally reveal my dark secret," Old man said with his eyes lowered and took a sip from a glass of water.

"Among the science team that came to Africa with me, was my dear wife Alina: the most intelligent and attractive woman I have ever met. I met her for the first time when she came to my lab as an intern to work as my assistant. Her enthusiasm and compassion quickly caught my eyes, and our mutual interest for science brought our hearts together. I was the happiest man alive, and when I put the ring on her finger, I felt as if I had won over world. We were as happy as man and a woman could be," old man said while looking in to infinity and wiped a tear off the corner of his eye.

"Hehe, it looks like tears flow faster with age," he said while looking at the tear on his hand.

"If you had such happy life with your wife, why do you do this to other couples?" Lisa asked with anger mixed curiosity.

"I don't expect you to understand Lisa, but you might get some answers for that soon," the old man said while looking back in to the camera.

"You heard about our struggle to successfully inseminate a human egg with gorilla sperm, and how a miracle happened when a donor female secretly mated with a test subject. Things were on a high roll after that, and even though it was hard, we managed to produce an offspring of the first generation. Even with the sperm of a hybrid, that successes came after more than five-hundred failures. Still, five-hundred to one was a much better number than the dreading zero." 

"Alina was in charge of behavior observation and training of the test subjects in our program. Knowing the importance of the newborn, and her quality for being patient and compassionate, she was appointed as the personal trainer for it."

"Despite her immense desire to be a mother, due to our commitment to science, Alina and I were postponing our plans to raise a family. So, she quickly got attached to Vladim (the name she gave him), and started to treat the playful bundle of joy like her own child. They became inseparable, and I too started to get attached to the thing my loving wife adored."

"Being a hybrid and sharing a large portion of genes from gorillas, Vladim started to grow real quick and reached maturity in mere eight years. The quick maturing was a blessing to our work, since that meant we could produce more generations in a short period of time. As much as it was a blessing, the dark pages of my life story started with his maturity."

"At our facility, I wasn't at the top of power hierarchy. When we came to Africa, we were accompanied by a platoon of soldier, commanded by a top personal from KGB. He was appointed by the government to monitor our program and had complete authority over every aspect of it; I was just the head of the brains that kept it running."

"After Vladim had reached maturity, one day, Alina reported me that he had taken an interest in her body-scent, and had started to sport an erection when she was with him. Since Vladim was from a completely new species, and we didn't know how to predict his behaviors, I advised her to continue with caution. That night, I made the biggest mistake of my life by documenting the findings she reported me, and put the conclusion as Vladim might be starting to regard Alina as a potential mate." 

"Soon, the artificial sperm extraction from Vladim began, and Alina reported to me that his sexual advances on her was increasing. Furthermore, she was telling me that he had started to emit a musk like scent, and she was starting to feel weird after spending few hours in his room. I expressed my concern for her safety, and she just laughed it off by saying that he was like her child, and he would never harm her. Again, I was a fool enough to document every word she had said to me."

"Despite Alina's reassurance, I was starting to worry about her safety. Although I completely trusted my wife, I knew that I couldn't trust the behavior of something wild; specially a recently matured male with the desire to mate. Even if she was an expert in observing behaviors, I feared that her judgments might have gotten affected by her maternal feelings towards Vladim. I was going to pull her out from being Vladim's personal trainer, even if I had to face her displeasure. Despite my recommendation to pull out Alina from her duty out of safety concerns, the KGB agent denied the proposal, stating that there was no suitable replacement for her."

"The dark day finally came when Alina went in to Vladim's cage for a routinely visit. The cage door was programmed to automatically get locked after being opened, and it had to be unlocked by a control panel when she had to leave. During those days, out of concern for her safety, whenever she went in to that cage, I made sure that I was personally at the control panel to observe and open the door."

"As usual, Vladim was starting to sport an erection as soon as Alina entered, and aside his unusual reclusive attitude, nothing seemed to be out of ordinary. Even in a lab coat, she looked beautiful with her braided, long golden hair and beautiful face. She was instructing him to solve one of the many puzzles that she used to evaluate his intelligence, and when he got it right, she gave him a hug as a show of appreciation. It wasn't anything unusual, and Alina always did that with Vladim to show her affection. He also wrapped his hands around her small frame and received her gesture of affection. Soon, I noticed that the hug continued longer than normal, and through the speakers, I heard her softly telling Vladim that it was time to let her go. He wrapped his hands around her even tighter, and she started to squirm in his tight embrace. I knew that things were starting to go out of control, and pushed the emergency button to let guards outside the door know that she needs help. Seeing through the monitor that the guards were getting ready to go in to the cage, I looked back at the other one to see the situation in the cage. Alina was now visibly in distress by Vladim's sudden unusual behavior and while struggling to break out of his embrace, she was continuously commanding him to let her go. I quickly moved my hand to press the button to open the door, and I felt a strong hand grabbing my moving hand, preventing me from aiding my wife. I looked up to find the KGB agent looking intently at the monitor, and in a flash, I got tackle to the ground by three soldiers."

"While being on the floor, I told the agent that Alina was in danger and that the door must be opened. Without taking his eyes off the monitor, he just said that sacrifices are needed for greatness. Realizing what he meant, I started to beg and plead him to save her, as I heard her screaming for help. I couldn't see the monitor while being held on the floor, but I saw a smile appear on the agent's face when Alina's calls for help got desperate. The last thing she screamed before a shrilling scream, was my name. I could still hear that scream echoing in my head." 

The old man shed tears, and as if he was still hearing his wife's screams, he covered his ears with hands. Then he looked back at the camera with anger.

"Those bastards made me listen to my own wife's screams as she got raped. One of them even started to pleasure himself while listening to her screams. When her screams turned in to moans, I begged them to take me away from there. When her moans turned in to throes of orgasms, I begged them to shoot me and end my suffering. They just laughed and enjoyed the show."

"After that ordeal, the agent threatened to kill Alina if I refuse to continue my work or commit suicide. They prohibited me from personally visiting her, and I was limited to watching my wife through the screen of a monitor. I was forced to study my own wife's rapes, and expect her to carry a bastard child of an animal. When my reluctant wife finally gave up and submitted to him after a weak of mating, I discovered the special sexual properties of the hybrids. Without doing the same foolishness by documenting my findings, I hid the information from the KGB agent. Soon, despite her constant suicide attempts, everyone was calling my wife a slut for submitting to something less than human, and climaxing every time he took her. Since letting out the secret could have put her in more danger, I decided to bear through the insults."

"After a month of being mated by Vladim, Alina got pregnant while proving the theory that the natural insemination works better than the artificial one. Soon, under the instructions of the KGB agent, all the volunteer women, one by one, found themselves getting raped by Vladim. Puzzling all the people in the facility, they also started to completely submit to Vladim. With all of the high ranking people being hardcore military personal and worshiped male superiority, I was able to convince them that all the women were basically sluts for big penises. Extremely happy with my explanation, they let the strange behavior of the women slide by."

"Even after eight months of this, only two other women got pregnant by him, and my wife gave birth to the first third generation hybrid. Even if I wasn't allowed to see my wife, I was able to visit the newborn. When I lifted him in my arms, I noticed that, except for the beautiful brown eyes, he didn't carry any of the beautiful features of his mother. I knew that I was holding the very thing that had high-jacked my wife's womb; she was supposed to be introduced in to motherhood by my child. But the fate had made a joke at the expense of our dreams, and I was holding Alina's first child, but he wasn't carrying my genes." 

"The nurse that was taking care of Boris, saw my sadness and told me that Alina had named him as Boris. At that moment, the hatred I had for him completely disappeared. 'Boris' was the name that Alina and I had decided to give to our first son. My loving wife had offered me the fatherhood of her firstborn, and I cried as I realized that it was her way of letting me know that she still loved me," the old man said as tears ran down the wrinkled skin of his cheeks.

Dumbfounded by discovering that Boris was the old man's wife's child, Lisa looked at the screen with big eyes and opened mouth. She wanted to ask so many questions, but due to the shock, she was unable to utter a single word.

"Only a month after giving birth, Alina was forced to be with Vladim once again. Giving birth to his child once, was enough to prove that she was the most compatible woman for his seed, and the KGB agent gave the order to keep her with Vladim, till she was impregnated again." 

"It was then, the order to shut down the project, came from Moscow. I immediately knew that the KGB agent would exterminate all the evidences, and despite his promise, he would kill Alina."

"While the soldiers were busy with destroying all the documents and repacking equipment, I managed to distract the guard in front of Vladim's cage, and kill him with a gun that I had kept hidden in my room. When I entered the cage, Vladim was on the bed, raping my wife; out of rage, I emptied the whole clip of the gun in to his body, and his it's lifeless body fell down to the floor. Shocked by the gun fires, Alina was disoriented at first, but when she realized that it was me, she broke down crying and apologizing for something. I wanted to listen to her and comfort her, but we were running out of time, and I had to escape that place with her as quickly as I could. So without saying much, I covered her nakedness with the blood splattered bed sheet, and walked out of the cage, asking her to follow me."

"When I saw Alina coming out of the cage, I thought that everything would be alright, and started to walk toward while looking out for more soldiers. Then I heard her softly calling my name. When I turned, I saw that she had the dead soldier's hand gun in her hand and pointing it to her own head. I begged her not to do it, and that we were going to start a new happy life again. In midst of tears, she told me that she was broken woman, and she doesn't deserve to be with me anymore. When she told me to take care of Boris, I knew that she was going to pull the trigger. As I ran to her, she gently smiled and said 'I love you', before the bullet went through her head."

"I was fast enough to catch Alina's lifeless body before it touched the ground, but I wasn't fast enough to stop her finger from pulling the trigger. I wailed and cursed at gods, as her body heat dissipated in my arms. Then I remembered her last dying request." 

"On my way to Boris, I killed four people out of rage, and I still don't remember whether if they were military, civil, male or female. While escaping the facility, I lost the count of people I killed as I followed the after image of my lovely wife. She was guiding me out of that facility, and she manage to get me and Boris out of that hell, alive," the old man ended his story with a loud sigh, and remained silent as he kept looking down, as if he was still reminiscing the ordeal.

Despite the anger, after hearing his life story, Lisa couldn't help sympathizing with the old man. She started to put together a vague idea about why he was doing something so evil to her. She felt his pain and suffering, but she couldn't completely forgive him for making other people go through the same suffering he did. Somehow, she was quite content with her new life, but was still worried about the girls that didn't make the mental transition as she did. By experience, she knew that it was a hell made out of spirals of shame, pleasure, guilt and anger.

"So are you doing all this for mere revenge? What is your justification for taking your revenge from people who are completely innocent? What would Alina think about you making innocent people suffer in her name?" Lisa finally found her voice to ask some questions. Her tone took more of a pleading nature than an accusation.

"Oh, you are a good counselor Lisa. You made me spill my guts, and now you know how to poke at my weak points. Let me be honest with you. Truthfully, I don't like doing this to people. My purpose for doing this, runs deeper than petty revenge. If I wanted petty revenge, I would be in Russia right now. But my sorrow and anger root deeper than that. I'm reaching for something grander," The old man said after wiping his tears and composing himself.

"So what is this grand scheme that justifies all these sacrifices? Is it saving human kind? Personally, I don't believe that after hearing your story," Lisa asked while putting a leg over the other and lifting one of her eye brows in a questioning manner.

"You are laser sharp Lisa, I have to watch myself around you. You are right, that's not the reason. My purpose is much grander and sinister than that, but it will save the earth. You'll get to know the truth when you deserve it, so not now," the old man said in a tone to let Lisa know that it was the end of that specific topic.

"Hmm, alright. But I hate to even imaging what I'll have to do to deserve that answer," Lisa said in a mocking manner.

"Why don't we just leave that to fate? By the way, under the instructions of the doctor, I'm giving you a two days rest from that insatiable love machine. I hope you wouldn't get upset with me for that," the old man said in a teasing manner.

"W...why the hell would I get upset?" Lisa stammered while blushing.

"Hahahaha... that expression was so adorable," the old man said while laughing out loud, and Lisa blushed even more.

After the old man had finished laughing, his expression changed into a serious one and asked, "You are in love with him, aren't you?"

Lisa was shocked by the sudden blunt question. At first, she got angry about him ambushing her with such a question, but then she realized that he didn't hit very far from the bulls-eye. When she remembered Boris, that anger faded away into the background, and after listening to the old man being honest with her, she felt safe about doing the same.

"I'm...I'm not sure," Lisa said while looking down at her hands squeezing one another.

"Even though I theoretically expected a hybrid's special sexual properties to, under perfect conditions, be strong enough to generate real, authentic feelings, I never expected to find a hundred percent match for Boris this quickly. Boris is the closest thing I have for a son. So even though I had to make you sacrifice your previous life, I'm happy that there's another person on this planet that loves him," the old man said with a sincere look.

"You destroyed my life, and I know that these feelings are something that was forced on to me. But at the same time, I cannot deny these feelings I feel for him. Those are the same feelings that makes me be thankful to you, when I should be hating your guts. Is this what you call mind controlling or brainwashing?" Lisa asked with concern.

"There's much to learn about hybrids' special properties, and I'm only scratching the surface right now. One thing I know is that, with each generation, those properties grow stronger, and mind controlling might be well within that range," the old man answered while thinking about it himself.

"At least, that's enough to convince myself that I'm not completely insane for accepting this messed-up fate. I'm happy with that," Lisa said, as if she was trying to convince herself.

"You remind me my Alina a lot Lisa; beautiful, intelligent, calm and compassionate. No wonder you convinced me to reveal my darkest secrets without a second thought. As a reward for making this old man happy, I'm giving you the access to watch cable channels on this TV. The maid will bring the remote controller with your lunch." The old man said while getting ready to terminate the connection.

"Wait," Lisa said before he could end the session.

"I think I need a better name to call you than 'pervert'," Lisa said with a smile.

The old man laughed a little and said, "My name is Vasily, but you can call me Vas, just like Alina used to call me. Now, have a nice day Lisa."

"You too...Vas," Lisa said as the screen went black.

When Boris entered the big room, Lisa was enjoying her newly obtained privilege. She turned off the TV to devote her attention completely to the huge brute strolling in to the room with confident heavy steps. The first thing she noticed of him was the ballooned up scrotum, glistening by being stretched to the limit. She knew from her experience, that he hadn't had the chance to empty its contents in the morning. Even though she herself desired some rest, upon seeing him, she wished to receive his blessings deep inside her.

As Lisa stood right by the glass wall, clad in her comfortable robe, Boris walked up to her and pressed the button on the door to find that still the door wasn't responding. He looked at Lisa and turned to look at the other rooms. She knew that he sought to vent his built up carnal desires, and she knew that there were three more options left for him to choose other than her warmth. Feelings of possession and jealousy seeped in to her heart at the thought of him being with another woman, and despite her reply to the old man, she started to get upset at him for locking the door.




Beast and the Beauties Ch. 03







Beast and the Beauties Ch. 03



"No, no, I'm her boyfriend, we are together," Ryan said, while trying to get the meaning to Toshi by intertwining the fingers of his arms together.

Toshi angrily looked at Ryan's gesture, and without saying anything else, he got up from the bed and started walking towards the scanning pad.

Realizing the mistake he had unwittingly made, and deciding that things had gone too sour to sweeten by words, Ryan quickly tried to tackle Toshi to prevent him from reaching the scanner.

"Nooooo!" Michelle cried, seeing that things had gone from hopeful to worse in a second.

Despite the huge physical difference, Ryan was putting up struggle with all his might, and Toshi was hesitating to harm him since he was getting to know him as a friend. Toshi was trying to push him off and reach the scanner, but determined Ryan was starting to be an enough annoyance.

Finally, Toshi snapped and with a roar, started beating Ryan with his large, strong hands. Under the barrage of heavy fists landing on to his back, Ryan fell down, but kept his firm grip on his feet to prevent him from walking.

"NOOOO! STOP IT! STOP! You'll kill him, Stop!" Michelle shrieked from behind the glass wall.

Toshi stopped to look and the crying girl, and he tried to resume beating Ryan.

"NO! Toshi! I'll open the door. Don't hit Ryan," Michelle said desperately.

"Nooo, damn it Michelle, you promised," Ryan protested while being on the ground.

"I'm sorry honey, but I can't just watch him kill you," Michelle said while walking towards her door. She found her hands shaking as her fingers neared the lit button, in midst of Ryan's protests, to press it. 

Seeing the door open to Michelle's room, Toshi stopped punching Ryan and tried to go out of his room, but Ryan stubbornly kept hanging on to his feet.

"Ryan, please let go, the door is open. I can take care of myself, don't worry," Michelle said out of concern for Ryan.

"No I will not!" Ryan said stubbornly.

Toshi had been holding back the weight of his punches, but with door to the beautiful girl opened, he had little patience to share with. For the first time, a proper punch landed on Ryan, and with a painful cry, he let Toshi's feet go.

"No! Damn you, don't hurt him," Michelle screamed, seeing her boyfriend writhe in pain.

While Toshi was walking toward Michelle's door, trying to give some reassurance to Ryan, she said, "Don't worry about me, honey. He's like a teenager, I think I have enough experience to deal with a teenager."

Truthfully, Michelle was terrified; but to save Ryan, she had no other choice but to face her fears. Still, with the knowledge of the juvenile behavior of Toshi, she had confidence that by using her experience and allure as a woman, she should be able to manipulate a horny teenager.

When the hulking body entered through the door, Michelle wiped her tears away and took on a confident posture since she didn't want to show any sign of fear to him. As he walked straight towards her, she couldn't avoid looking at the now fully erected shaft that stood up making a forty-five degree angle to his body. At full hard-on, the shaft looked to have grown in to nine inches, and thicker than the previous time she mentally did the measurements. The wide corona of the head was now flaring out even more, making it look like bloomed flower.

As Toshi got near to Michelle, the strange shaft was coming straight towards her, and by instinct, she wanted to prevent it from touching her. But before she could move away, Toshi grabbed her narrow waist with his big hands, and trapping the thick phallus between their mid-drifts, he pulled her towards him. With her firm belly pressing hard on to the un-natural member, she felt it pulse against her body and feared the uneven thickness of it that she felt through her skin; it felt bigger and more deformed than it looked. With her hands pressing on to his chest, she made a distance between their upper-bodies, and it was hard to avoid looking at the deformed and flared one-eyed-monster that was peeking out from just under the swell of her chest and between their firmly pressed lower bodies.

"Toshi, please let go, you are being too rough with me," Michelle said while trying to get away from the dangerous tool.

Then Michelle felt one of the big hands at her waist start to descend, and soon, it was groping the round swell of her derriere.

"Doll mine, doll soft," Toshi said with a smile.

"Yes, doll is yours. Let me go for now and you can feel doll better," Michelle said while trying to execute her plan.

Toshi looked down at her for a moment and slowly let Michelle go free from his iron hold.

Feeling glad to be free from Toshi, Michelle let out a sigh, and pulled down the hem of her dress that was starting riding up due to groping.

"Why don't we sit down and talk a bit like friends?" Michelle tried to use the same trick Ryan had used. She had to encourage him by taking him by his hand and walk him to the bed. She was happy when he sat down on the bed as she had instructed, but when she tried to leave to pull in a chair, Toshi grabbed her hand, and pulled her in to sit on his lap.

With his body on her left side, and her legs over his left thigh, Michelle was now sitting on Toshi's lap. When she tried to get up, he wrapped his right hand around her body, and his left around her thighs to stop her from getting away. 

"Ok, ok, I'm not going away, now loose your grip, I can't breathe," Michelle said, realizing that he wasn't going to compromise anymore.

Toshi loosed the grip, but kept a hand on her waist to prevent any sudden escapes. With him so close, Michelle was detecting a very strong odor coming from him, and she had to steel her stomach to avoid retching with disgust. But mixed with the odor, there was a sweet, strong musk that made sparks fly out in her brain when it reached her sensors; so she had hard time differentiating whether the smell was bad or good.

The underside of Toshi's manhood was now pressing against the outside of Michelle's left thigh, and it stood proud against his ripped abdomen. Despite the unintended, vulnerable position she was in, she decided that it was best to try to distract him with some conversation.

While Michelle desperately tried to form a conversation with Toshi, she felt his right hand starting to knead her right breast, and the left starting to fondle her exposed thighs. She was keeping her thighs clamped shut, and both her arms on the hem of the very short dress to prevent it from exposing her lace-clad womanhood. She gasped painfully when he pinched her nipple through the fabric, and by instinct, she grabbed his hand with both of her hand to pull it away from her sensitive nipple. Seeing the opportunity, his left hand shot straight toward her unguarded gap between her full thighs. 

Michelle yelped when the big hand grabbed her pubic mound, over the thin lacy material. The sudden intrusion made her widen her thighs with surprise, and with the widened space, he positioned his whole hand between her thighs, and she was unable to close her thighs again. She felt helpless when his thick digits, started massaging his womanly region. She had her right hand grabbing on to the arm that was abusing her bosom, and her left arm was grabbing on to the arm that was abusing her privates, but she wasn't able to stop his strong arms from taking their pleasure from her soft body. Cowper's fluid was now gushing down his phallus and was soaking her left thigh with the clear liquid. Then she felt a weird sensation when she got a whiff of the strong scent of the fluid. 

Michelle knew that she was starting to lose control, and her fears intensified when she heard him whisper, "Doll is mine, Toshi going into doll."

Michelle understood the meaning of those basic words, and she knew that she has to literally take matters in to her own hands and choose a path with less collateral damage. Letting go the of the hand that was roughly handling her sensitive loins, Her trembling left hand inched toward Toshi's intimidating and bizarre manhood, only to stop when her finger tips were almost touching the big shaft. She had to gather-up a little more courage to initiate the dangerous voyage she was about to partake. She knew that she was going to take a high-risk bet that could end up with her losing everything. When she started to feel her nether region moisten under the relentless stimulation, she knew that she had to do something, and do it with haste.

When Michelle's slender fingers wrapped around the middle girth of Toshi's manhood, for a moment, he stopped fondling her soft body and looked at her with surprise. When her soft, feminine hand started to glide up and down along the uneven girth of the lubricated phallus, he let out a pleasured groan to signal his approval. He timed his fondling with her moving arm, and she labored to tame her carnal feelings as his rough hands resumed their shameless abuse. Her hips started to unwittingly move slightly with the big lecherous hand, and she was in a race to sate Toshi's carnal desires, before she would display any sings of pleasure to him; she knew that showing any sign of pleasure could convey unintended messages to him and the fire would spread uncontrollably. 

When Ryan finally overcame the overwhelming pain, while lying on the floor, he turned his head to find Michelle sitting on Toshi's lap with her back turned towards him. In the giant's arms, her small frame made her look like a doll, and the size difference made Toshi seem even bigger. He was able to hear faint, soft groans coming from Toshi, and Michelle's hips had a slight, repetitive movement that matched with her moving left elbow.

"Michelle, what are you doing?" Ryan asked.

"Uuhm...nothing...nothing much, don't worry," Michelle replied with a shaken voice.

"Michelle, tell me the truth," Ryan asked again, noticing the distress in her voice.

"I'm...trying to make him cum before he gets too horny. Don't disturb, I need to concentrate," Michelle said quickly while trying to hide her fear and hard breathing, from Ryan.

Ryan understood the reasoning and logic behind her plan, but despite hating the idea about his beautiful girlfriend touching another man's penis, he knew that she was doing it for both of their safety. He thought that Michelle's explanation explained her moving left arm, but it still didn't explain her moving hips; he paid close attention to Toshi's big arms and gasped with horror when he realized that Toshi's right hand was groping Michelle's soft breasts, and his left arm had disappeared between her slightly parted thighs.

As Michelle's small hand ministered a sensual fondling to Toshi's huge shaft, it poured out a non-stop supply of precum to aid her efforts. As she sped-up the movement of her hand over the amply lubricated shaft, she noticed that the odd head start to engorge with more blood, making the strange corona flare out even more. With the finishing line in sight, she started to use both of her hands on the huge appendix to bring a successful closure to her risky deed.

Suddenly, Toshi let out a roar, and groped Michelle's sex so hard, she let out a painful cry, as a geyser of thick, white liquid spring out from his flared manhood. The spurts came out with so much pressure, before falling on Michelle and Toshi, the stream of white goo emitted a sound when it came out of the narrow opening and flew about four feet in to the air.

Groaning loud, Toshi let out about a dozen of strong spurts of ejaculates flying in to the air, and with last few weaker spurts, the geyser came to an end. Michelle was frozen with surprise, and she still had her slender fingers wrapped around the giant member. She had felt each powerful spurt surge through the shaft, before shooting out with an astonishing pressure, and she had never seen anything remotely comparable to the pressure and volume of that orgasm. She was literally showered with his seed, and drops of white substance were all over her upper body, including her hair. When she looked at her thighs, she had to take a second look at how her smooth thighs had been completely glazed with the thick, viscous ejaculate.

Even though Michelle was repulsed by the sexual emission that was covering her skin, she felt a relief at the thought that she had accomplished her target, and Toshi's interest towards her would fade away with his sated desires. But when she un-wrapped her slender fingers from the giant phallus, she noticed that the hardness or the size of it hadn't change even after expelling a torrent of ejaculate. Horror struck her when she realized that she had made a critical mistake in her predictions: she hadn't account for the endurance that should have come with adolescence.

As Michelle cursed herself for forgetting such a key factor, she felt Toshi move her on to the bed while standing up. She was sitting on the bed, and with his angry manhood inches away from her face and raring to seek relief once again, he was standing right in front of her.

Praying that her previous trick would work once again, Michelle quickly wrapped her right hand around his thick tool and started to simulate fornication. When Toshi put a big hand on her shoulders and tried to gently push her upper-body down on to the bed, she knew that he was seeking something better than her hands to be wrapped around his hardness.

With her body being pushed down to lay on the bed, Michelle had to make a quick and desperate decision to avoid the ultimate defilement. Turning her shoulders to slide off the pushing hand, she sat up once again, and using her right hand to angle the hard appendage down, with her red lips parted, she kept her head moving toward his pelvis.

"No!" Ryan said weakly when the odd head of the thick shaft disappeared between Michelle's red parted lips. The flexible corona got pushed back as the gland moved in to her warm mouth. With a hand on the back of her head, Toshi pushed her head in, and before her gag reflexes kicked in, four inches of the shaft disappeared through her lips.

Despite the repulsiveness of taking in the hideous shaft in to her mouth, Michelle felt a relief when she felt his big hand on the back of her head and started to push; it meant that Toshi was satisfied with the feeling of her mouth, and she knew that she had gotten a second chance to save herself from the ultimate humiliation. She felt the texture and tasted his essence as she used her tongue as cushion for the sliding shaft. 

When the meaty end hit the back of Michelle's throat, She couldn't stop the reactive gag, and Toshi stopped pushing her head and relaxed his arm to let her pull back. She knew that she couldn't cover the monstrous length of his shaft with only her mouth, and fearing that he might lose interest, she wrapped both hands around the remaining length of it. With the whole length barely covered, she started to Ryan her head while moving both of her hands to encourage his manhood to seek relief once again.

With her having to stoop down to save her virtue by orally pleasuring Toshi, Michelle wanted to make him climax as quickly as she could and be done with the nightmare. Overcoming her disgust, she started to massage the strange gland with her tongue and created a suction in her mouth to deliver more pleasure.

Toshi groaned with pleasure and started to move his hips in rhythm with her stimulation. Michelle gagged again when the gland started spewing out spurts of precum, and she had to decide whether to let the gathering fluid flow out of her mouth or swallow it along with her pride. Realizing that she wouldn't be able to maintain the suction if she open her mouth to let the precum flow out, she squeezed her eyes shut and swallowed the first foul tasting gulp.

Michelle willed herself through the first few foul tasting gulps, but soon she started to feel her body heating up from inside and the heat was concentrating on her most sensitive regions. Suddenly, the foul metallic taste started become more bearable, and she started to feel that the viscous fluid was more intoxicating than her favorite alcohol. Unlike the conventional liquor, the fluid was affecting different parts of her brain and body, and they were all parts that were related to addictive pleasures. Her strained eye-lids became soft, and under the intoxication, she forgot the whereabouts and started to concentrate on extracting more elixir from the object that was in her mouth. 

Ryan felt both helpless and mesmerized as Michelle worked hard to pleasure Toshi with her mouth. She had been skilled with her oral techniques, and from the way her lower jaw moved and from the way Toshi groaned, Ryan suspected that she was even using her tongue technique on him. Suddenly when Michelle squeezed her eyes shut and her throat moved up and then down, a shudder went through Ryan's body with the realization that she was swallowing whatever was gathering in her mouth. But when her throat started to continue the movement, and started to pleasure the thick shaft with hints of enthusiasm while emitting low moans from time to time, he knew she wasn't behaving normal.

"Michelle! Michelle! Are you alright? MICHELLE!" Ryan tried to gain her attention.

With Ryan's call, Suddenly, Michelle broke away from the trance, and opened her eyes as if she had been dreaming. She felt as if her memories of the events that had transpired after she had felt the heat in her body were like a part of a vivid dream. Her attention came back to the thick phallus in her mouth and hands when the shaft started to gain girth, and the head in her mouth started to flare and fill the space in her mouth.

Michelle's blue eyes opened wide with the realization that he was preparing to expel his satisfaction, and tried to pull her mouth away from the impending outburst. When she tried to pull away, she found that the corona had flared so much inside her mouth, she had hard time opening her mouth enough to pull it out. By the time she had put extra strain on her jaws to open wider, Toshi roared and reached climax.

Michelle felt the first powerful spurt of seeds hitting the back of her throat just as the gland was passing her lips, and the force of the stream was enough to make her choke on the glutinous substance. She started to cough hard while holding her throat, and as if he was marking her, Toshi kept showering her whole body with his essence.

Spurt after strong spurt landed on Michelle's upper body, and by the time she had managed to clear the sticky substance from the breathing path, she was covered in Toshi's strong smelling ejaculate. She wanted to cry when she realized that she was covered in his seeds from head to toe, and she tried to clear the substance out from her eyes to stop it from irritating them.

Ryan was shocked to witness his girlfriend getting completely covered in another man's ungodly amount of semen. What shocked him the most was to see how Toshi's strange anatomy worked, and how abnormal it looked.

Before the first spurt, when Toshi roared, within few seconds, his shrunken scrotum inflated to a normal size in an astonishing speed; then as it trembled with strain, the inflated scrotum started to shrink again, and out from the end of the thick shaft, came a stream of pressurized ejaculate. Instead of housing testicles, his scrotum had deformed in to working as pump that shot out his seed with immense pressure and volume.

Ryan was worried about Michelle as she sobbed and tried to clear Toshi's seed out of her eyes. But relief came to him when he noticed that Toshi's manhood was starting to deflate and shrink back to a still formidable six inches. Toshi let out a yawn and started to lazily walk out of Michelle's room while closing the door behind him. 

By the time Toshi had completely disappeared from Ryan's view, Michelle managed to clear her eyes enough to open them and without responding to Ryan's calls, she ran into the bathroom. Seeing how she and her clothes were soaked with thick white goo, he understood her urgent desire to get cleaned as quickly as possible.




Beast and the Beauties Ch. 03



Seeds of immorality

Michelle used the long bath time to recollect her scattered thoughts, and came in to term with had happened in that room. Ryan had nearly escaped death while trying to protect her, and she had nearly escaped a raped. In her mind, she had won the war, but lost many battles since she had to resort to many demeaning things that she would have never imagined that she would to do with a stranger. 

Michelle had played with the fire, saved her life, but burnt her hands in the process. What hurt most weren't the burns; the most painful thing was that she had to do it in front of her boyfriend's pleading eyes. But what wreaked her heart the most wasn't any of those; it was the vague memory of her being overwhelmed with desire to indulge in his carnal nectar; it was the memory of her earnestly trying to extract it out of the thick phallus while feeling ambers of lust igniting in her sensitive regions. 

As Michelle's tears of shame got mixed in with the flowing water, she proceeded to scrub her soft skin as if she was trying to get rid of her shameful memories along with the physical evidences Toshi had left on her. 

Michelle felt clean enough only after taking a bath twice and even then, she didn't feel completely free of the marking Toshi had left on her body. Her skin had reddened with the intense scrubbing, and the skin on her fingertips had wrinkled with prolonged exposure to water. She came out of the bath, dried herself and since the expensive attire she once wore had become unwearable, she proceeded to open the bag that contained her change of clothes for the night.

Inside the bag, Michelle found a lace bustle-back slip with an underwear that matched the soft material. The extremely high hem-line, the deep V-neck and the open backside, exposed her soft skin in an artistic way, and the layered lace frills of the bustle, beautifully curved round her round derriere to add a hypnotizing effect. If it wasn't for the dark situation, she would have really enjoyed checking herself on the mirror to see how the very sensual attire made her body set ablaze with sexual allure. 

When she walked in to the room with her hair still moist from the bath, 
Ryan looked at her through the glass with wide eyes. Michelle saw that there was concern in his gaze, but she noticed that it mostly held admiration for her appearance. She always loved how her appearance got admired by him, but with her shame clouding the joy, for the first time, under his gaze, she felt uneasy. 

"Michelle, are you alright?" Ryan asked, noticing the dark cloud in her expression.

"I'm fine Ryan. I...I just...I feel really down. I feel like I let you down," Michelle said while trying to hold back her tears.

"Nonsense! Honey, I'm proud of you. You did it to save me, and managed to save yourself too," Ryan said, trying to reassure her.

"It's just, He's not normal. I felt weird at one point," Michelle said while looking down at her feet.

"I know, he is anything but normal, but what do you mean by 'you felt weird'?" Ryan asked, puzzled.

"It's hard to explain, but nothing to worry about. Just let me rest a little." Michelle said as she lost the courage to tell Ryan what she had really experienced.

Ryan understood Michelle's wishes and remained silent as she laid on the bed to get some rest. Despite the situation, he couldn't avoid noticing how ravishing she looked in her very revealing sleeping wear. He desired to be with her, hold her and feel the warmth of her body, but the thick glass was preventing him from reaching his girlfriend and fulfill his desires.

Ryan took back a step and shook his head to come back to reality. His girlfriend had nearly escaped a rape, and he was thinking about enjoying her beauty and warmth. He was thinking about what was wrong with him to generate such desires during a desperate time like that. When he though back to the time when Michelle mysteriously lost touch with reality and started to really get in to pleasuring Toshi while her throat moved, shamefully, he noticed that his loins start to stir with illicit pleasure. Disgusted by his own immoral feelings, shaking off the impure thoughts from his head, Ryan went back to the bed to recover from his own physical and mental damages.

Horror of the truth

"Good evening! I hope that you two have rested enough." Vas's voice came through the speakers.

Almost instantly, both rooms were filled with sounds of cursing and profanities as Michelle and Ryan expressed their deep hatred towards their captor. 

"Now, Now, I understand your anger, but don't forget that you are under my rules. You got a nasty surprise for your first disobedience, believe me, that wasn't even a hard punishment," Vas said with a stern voice and the rooms went quiet as the couple took in the warning.

"It was very clever of you, Michelle. It was the first time someone used that method to save themselves. Ryan also did a good job; if it weren't for the lack of choices, and adolescence hormones in Toshi, you could have taken care of it by yourself. Since I'm impressed, I'll give you an explanation for this whole bizarre situation," Vas said and started explaining.

By the time the Vas had finished the introduction about his ambitious project and Michelle's valuable part in it, both Michelle and Ryan were beyond shocked by the insanity and audaciousness of his intentions. They couldn't comprehend why people expect her to carry the child of something not entirely human. It was too bad and evil to be true, but they didn't see any way of escaping the clutches of the demon. Michelle broke down sobbing as she realized the hopelessness of the situation.

"You see, Toshi reached maturity only few months ago. Therefore, you cannot blame him for being persistent since Michelle is kind of like the first female that was made available to him. Due to us having to abandon one of our facilities, and problems with authorities, we had to postpone getting him a partner. It is nothing personal with you folks; it is just a matter of a small sacrifice for the good of the world. I don't necessarily need Ryan alive, and I can get the same results with Michelle bound to a bed for the rest of her life. So remember, I have your lives in my hands, and if either of you do something to anger me, their partner will suffer. Am I clear?" Vas ended the sentence with a threatening voice. 

From the sobbing sound of Michelle and silence of Ryan, Vas got the answer he desired.

"Now, eat well and get ready for another round at later in the evening. Hope you have some other tricks up your sleeves since it was entertaining," Vas ended the conversation with a laugh.

Shortly afterward, the meals arrived and both Michelle and Ryan refueled themselves to prepare for the next ordeal. Before the maid left with the plates, she re-did Michelle's makeup and hair, removed the lace underwear she was wearing, put on a pair of matching high heels on Michelle and instructed her to keep them on till she goes to bed.

Michelle silently cursed as the maid removed the last barrier of defense she had protecting her womanhood. The already short dress did little in term of protecting her virtue, and she remembered how big of a roll the underwear had played in her last encounter with Toshi. 

After they left, Ryan initiated the conversation, "Michelle, I think that giant bastard will be coming back again tonight. After listening to that old pervert, I can't let it get near to you. So please promise me that whatever happens, you will not open the door."

Michelle looked worriedly at how Ryan was still suffering from the powerful blow he had received earlier.

"Even if I know about what they are planning to do with me, I would rather suffer that than watching you die trying to protect me. That thing is not human, Ryan; Look at what it did to you with one punch. What's the purpose of me living in hell after you die in vain? I love you Ryan, for that reason, I can't promise you that, I'm sorry," Michelle said with tearful eyes. 

"What's the purpose of me living after making you go through that hell? What use am I if I cannot protect my girlfriend?" Ryan asked with a pleading manner.

"The difference is that we both live to see another day. Getting pregnant from a rapist is nothing compared to the thought of losing you, Ryan. From the way things are now, even if you die or not, I will have to go through that hell. So, rather than going through that with the sorrow of losing you, I want you beside me to give me strength and support," Michelle said with affection.

Ryan understood that her words were true and much more logical, but as a man, he wasn't sure that he would be mentally strong enough to grant Michelle's wish. His pride as a man was demanding him to die while trying to protect her, but his love for her was telling him not to abandon her. He realized that being at her side while watching her defilement would be harder to than sacrificing his life while trying to protect her. His life partner was pleading him to be stronger than a man, and he knew that he loved her enough to try it.

From Ryan's silence, Michelle understood that he loved her enough to grant her request.

"Don't worry darling, I can still try few tricks to protect myself. I know that I'm asking a lot from you, but thank you for putting my feelings ahead of yours. I love you," Michelle said while putting her hand on the glass.

"I love you too," Ryan said while putting his hand on hers from the other side of the glass.

Devouring of the prey

Michelle and Ryan suffered in suspense while they waited for the giant beast to terrorize them once again. When the big metal door finally give out a sound and started to open, they looked at each other with eyes full of fear and worry.

Toshi strode into the narrow corridor and passing Ryan's room, started walking towards Michelle's room. By the time he was in front of her door, she was already at the door from the other side. When Toshi pressed the button, the button on Michelle's side lit-up and she once again looked at Ryan's pleading eyes that were begging her not to do it. She was overwhelmed with fear once she had seen Toshi's deformed, thick manhood, but looking at Ryan gave her enough strength to overcome the fear and press the button on her side.

As soon as the door opened, Toshi pushed the door, went into the room, and before Michelle was able to say or do anything, he grabbed her slender waist with his big hands and lifted her up in to the air till their eyes were on the same level. Surprised by Toshi's sudden action, she was looking at his unattractive face to gather any clues to understand his behavior, and before she got the chance to comprehend what was happening, she found herself being thrown on to the bed.

"Ah!" 

Michelle's petite body bounced on the mattress before she found herself lying on it facing the ceiling. Shaken by the sudden force, she needed few moments to gather her thoughts and by the time she attempted to get up, she found herself underneath the hulking body of Toshi. He was supporting himself on elbows to avoid putting too much weight on her body, but the partial weight was more than enough to keep her pinned underneath him. He was looking down at her face only few inches away, and she had to turn her head to the side to avoid his foul breath and ugly face. From the background, she was able to hear Ryan calling her name, but at that moment, she was squirming underneath the huge body-mass to crawl out from the vulnerable situation. She had planned to gain some time by pulling him in to a conversation, and manipulate him in to getting satisfied only by a hand-job or at most with an oral ministration; but with the position she was in, she realized that she had no hope of achieving any of her planned goals.

"Toshi, please let me up. We can do it nice and easy. No need to hurry," Michelle tried talking her way out of the compromising situation.

"Toshi need doll this time," Toshi said as the reply, and displaying his stained yellow teeth, smiled at Michelle.

"No," Michelle said, realizing his intentions, and feeling a knee trying to push between her closed thighs.

Despite Michelle's efforts, Toshi managed to easily push one of his knees between her smooth thighs and then the other. She turned to look at him with horror as his knees start to separate, spreading her creamy thighs along with them. She felt her unclad nether regions get exposed, and the feel of cold air brushing against her most sensitive places made a shiver run through her spine. 

Michelle's squirming intensified as her lithe legs got forcefully separated, and in an attempt to push him off, she started to push at his well-built chest. Surprising her, she felt her effort to push the giant off starting work, but then she realized that he was just lifting his upper-body. While lifting up, Toshi caught both of her slender hands and pinned them over her head with one of his big arms. With the free arm, he started to caress and appreciate the soft skin of her upper-chest area, occasionally touching the exposed swell of her firm, succulent breasts. Then suddenly, his finger hooked on to the V of the dress between her cleavage, and making her gasp with surprise, he tugged hard at it, tearing the delicate fabric apart and fully exposing her bosom.

Michelle felt completely helpless as her firm breasts got exposed to the lecherous eyes of Toshi, and despite her desperate desire to cover the flower-buds that decorated her luxurious swells, she found her arms firmly pinned above her head, making her bosom stand out even more seductively. To her horror, his disfigured face started to get closer, and she let out a sob as his head started to descend on to her light-brown right nipple.

"Aah!" Michelle gasped when Toshi's warm mouth enveloped around her sensitive nipple, and the flexible tongue started to tease the flower bud.

While Toshi was attacking Michelle's right breast with his warm and wet mouth, his rough hand abused her left breast and enjoyed her low groans of protests when he pinched the nipple.

While Michelle tried to avoid thinking about the unwanted attention her sensitive breasts were receiving, she felt a soft, meaty knob probing round her nether region. Horror struck her when she saw Toshi's hips moving slightly with the probing, and she realized that he was seeking the entrance to her sacred place.

"My god, Michelle, is he trying to enter you?" Ryan said, seeing the same hip movement of Toshi.

Since their heads were pointing towards Ryan, and with the huge body covering her petite frame, all he could see was her hands being held above her raven hair, and the only indications of her lower-body were two white and lithe legs, decorated with seductive black high-heels, sticking out from either sides of Toshi's thick waist, clearly indicating that he was in the prime position to drill in to her soft womanhood; so the small movements of his hips were enough to make Ryan's blood freeze with worry and fear.

Michelle knew how exposed she was, and how dangerously close she was to being raped, but she also knew how hard it must be for Ryan to watch his girlfriend getting abused; so she wanted to put him at ease, even for a little longer and as long as she could.

Remembering that the maid took away her underwear while they were in the bathroom, Michelle said, "Don't worry honey, I still have my underwear on, he's not going to get it in."

A small breath of relief came to Ryan when he heard that Michelle still had her underwear on; he knew that as long as it was there, she had a good chance of avoiding total defilement.

Michelle was moving her own wide hips to make him miss the mark as the probes got dangerously close to her portal. It was as if they were performing a sword fight with their hips, but in that sword fight, Michelle was unarmed and she was only dodging to avoid impalement by a thick and repulsive great-sword.

Michelle continued dodging the sword for a while, but it was only a matter of time before Toshi got used to her movements. He was enjoying the game himself, but as he enjoyed her soft, delicate bosom, his need to release his pent-up sexual pressure increased, and by instinct, he desired to do it deep inside the beautiful girl that was lying beneath him. Feeling tired of the fencing game they were playing, he predicted her next movement and thrust in for the kill.

"Uuurghah!" Michelle let out a choking sound as the well placed thrust found its mark right between her feminine petals, and buried half of his shaft's head in her warm and soft sheath.

Michelle's choking sound and Toshi's sudden hip movement that was accompanied by a sudden tensed jerk of her extended and spread apart legs, made Ryan worry again.

"Michelle, are you alright?" Ryan asked with concern.

"Y...yeah, I'm...fine. He just pushed on a sensitive spot," Michelle said while trying hard to hide her distress.

Michelle was putting her Kegel-muscles to the ultimate test by trying to tighten her passage and prevent further intrusion. The head had managed to gain access in to her till it had reached the flared corona, but through her sheer will power and use of her most intimate muscles, she was succeeding in preventing him sinking further into her sacred grounds.

In reality, Toshi could have used a fraction of his strength, and in a fraction of a second, get buried to the hilt in her warm soft body; but he was taught to be a little gentle with females, and he actually enjoyed the game of cat and mouse he was playing with her. He let go of her right breasts with a wet plop sound, lifted his head from her breast, and while supporting himself on his elbow, he held on to her nape and turned her head to face him.

Michelle refused to look at the face of her rapist and closed her eyes, but with a grin, Toshi enjoyed looking at how her beautiful face tensed and winced when he increased the pressure on her resisting passage and threaten to sink his manhood further into her.

Toshi was like a cat playing with a mouse, and Michelle was starting to feel her Kegel-muscles starting to get tired after continuous usage for an extended period. A tear appeared on her eye as she realized that soon, her delicate muscle would give up, and the repulsive manhood of Toshi would force into her and ravage her womanhood. It broke her heart knowing that she would be tainted by another man, in front the eyes of her boyfriend.

"Ha...honey," Michelle said in a shaken voice.

"Yes, what is it, baby?" Ryan said, noticing that she was trying to tell something important.

"I love you honey. Could you please do a favor and keep your eyes closed?" Michelle said weakly.

"What? Why?" Ryan asked, puzzled by her strange request.

"Just do it!" Michelle shouted at him with fear mixed anger.

Startled by her authoritative tone, Ryan slowly said, "alright," and turned around.

Relieved by his answer, Michelle finally relaxed her spent Kegel-muscles, and she had to grit her teeth hard and groan when the meaty head started to descend in to her depths. She felt the ring of muscles of her opening widen even more as the flared, but flexible corona started to bend and squeeze in to her tight passage. Once passed the tight ring, the flared head felt so strange and bizarre in her sensitive sheath. She start to breath harder as her opening started to widen even more as the middle part of the shaft, with the thickness of her hand, started move in.

When Michelle started to groan and breathe hard, Ryan realized that something had gone awry. Despite his promise, he turned and looked. Their hips had stopped moving, but he noticed that Toshi's hips had a faint but steady thrusting motion, and her shapely legs betrayed a faint tensing in time with those small thrusts. At that moment, Ryan's attention went to the body-length mirror that was hanging on the wall behind them. 




Beast and the Beauties Ch. 04



This story contains parts that indicate non-consensual sex, non-human relationship and subcategories of cuckolding. If you are offended by any of these subjects, please proceed at your own risk.

*****

Lisa's pleasured throes echoed in the room as Boris's huge phallus plunged into her, dripping, honey pot, again and again. They were spooning on a creaking bed as he took her from behind with great care and gentleness. After she had started emitting a certain pheromone, instead of his usual masculine and rough manner, Boris had started to treat her like a princes made out of glass. Even though he was feeding his whole length and thickness into her inviting sheath, he was using slow and sensual thrusts to wring-out moans from her.

After a few months of monogamous sexual relationship, they had transcended from being mating-partners to soul-partners and had become a legitimate loving couple. Once in a while, Lisa would pause her moaning to turn her head to plant her lips on his thick ones and share a loving kiss. Her breasts swung in rhythm with their carnal dance, and her originally C-cup breasts seemed to have gained even more volume during the past month, and her nipples had a darker color to them.

While fending-off the desire to thrust hard and fast into Lisa's warm depths, Boris had one of his big hands, protectively, over her smooth and stretched skin of her midriff; she had one of her own hands over his, feeling the life in her expanded belly as its parents re-enacted the same ritual they had done to create it.

Lisa was elated that she was at the door-step to her, ever wanted, motherhood. She firmly believe that it was a blessing that she was about to experience it while giving birth to something rare and monumental. She still remembered and loved her husband, David, from her past life; she wondered what he was doing and whether he was doing fine; she had wanted to bear his children and spend her whole life with him, but they had become only distant memories. 

The reminiscence was interrupted abruptly as the man who had put a life in Lisa's womb started to send her into another chain of orgasms. With the sensation of his shaft being milked by Lisa's orgasming sex, Boris roared and started to release his ballooned scrotum into her, already bred, womb. She loved feeling her insides being filled with her lover's molten essence, and her whole body started to tremble as she caught another wave of orgasms.

After Boris's manhood slipped out from Lisa while releasing a river of sexual fluids on to the mattress, she turned around to face him and shared another soul-bonding kiss with him. After the kiss, she once again looked at his ugly face and started to wonder why it looked so attractive to her. She knew he was ugly, but at the same time, he was so attractive to her, only a small gesture from him was enough to make her strip and spread her long legs for him.

When Lisa saw the clock on the wall, she remembered that she has some important work to do in that day. Giving another small kiss to Boris, she started to get up to take a shower and become decent enough to step-out from their love-nest, but she felt that Boris was keeping a light grip on her small wrist, preventing her from leaving the drenched bed.

"Boris, I have work to do. There's a new girl I have to talk with. I need to be there when she wakes up," Lisa said, but he kept his hold and gestured her to look at his hardening manhood.

"Oh my god. Aren't you going to get enough of me, big man? You can surely wait few hour without having that third-leg inside of me. Give this pregnant lady a little break," Lisa said in a nagging manner while sporting a mischievous smile.

Boris normally bred Lisa twice every morning, and he needed at least that much to keep him going through the rest of the day without getting bothered by erections. He kept looking at her in a pleading manner and started to direct her soft hand to caress his shaft to full length; he knew that trick always works on her and showed a grin when he noticed that she was starting to give-in.

Even though she knew that she would be moaning for at least another half an hour, "Alright, you win, you brute. Make it quick," Lisa said while getting on all fours. 

*****

Michelle came into consciousness when the maid woke her up to usher her into the bathroom. Even with warm water flowing down her smooth curves, due to her exhausted mind and body, she failed to break away from the delirium of non-stop flash-backs of her break-down. Hoping to convince herself that it was all a lucid nightmare, she closed her eyes, only to feel a shock of carnal electricity jolting her whole body as the maid proceeded to clean her battered loins to get rid of coital evidences.

With confusion, Michelle mentally struggled to control her rising illicit feelings, as the maid's soft touches induced more and more burning heat in her sensitive loins. Since the maid's actions weren't any different from previous bathing she had received, she struggled to comprehend why her body was over-reacting like that. 

When the maid's hands mercifully withdrew from Michelle's burning neither-region, she let out a sigh of relief, but felt horrified at the realization that her body was now extremely and unusually vulnerable to illicit sensations. She felt that even the flowing of hot-water over her unusually erected nipples were enough to induce a pleasant and warm sensation in her lower-abdomen. Each time when her heavy eye-lids obstructed her vision, she was bombarded with memories of how she was sexually conquered, and how she had found ecstasy in that reluctant submission.

Michelle couldn't help feeling a deep hatred towards Toshi for the inhumane atrocity he had committed against her; at the same time, she felt an unfamiliar and overwhelming power drawing her towards his overpowering masculinity. It was as if she had become a new person; it was as if a dormant monster in her had been awaken; it was as if a Pandora's Box had been opened. she had gone through a metamorphosis and had reborn with wings that granted her freedom from shame and social norms that had kept her feet on the ground. It was as if he had put his masculine key into her feminine key-hole and had opened another dimension to the relationship between a man and a woman: a dimension where no emotions exist, and a place where physical sensations and carnal pleasures reign dominance.

Pulling Michelle out from the spiral of confusion and revelation, the maid wrapped her refreshed body in a comfortable robe and guided her out to the room. When she looked at Ryan's room, she saw him at the glass wall, but his head was hung in shame, and with guilt, his eyes were avoiding hers.

Upon seeing her love-of-life, Michelle felt warm and soothing feelings replace the burning and intense feelings in her heart. She wanted to call his name aloud and seek his loving comfort, but she felt a subtle pain in her chest as a spark of anger developed in her mind. No matter how much love her heart was filled with, she couldn't brush-off the feelings of betrayal from her bruised heart. 

During Michelle's ordeal, she had put her faith on one hope she thought that could keep her afloat in the dark hell she was in, but she felt utterly devastated when she had found abandoned in her time of urgent need of moral support. Through wave after wave of unrelenting forced-orgasms, in hope of catching one last ray-of-hope, she had kept her eyes on Ryan's closed bathroom door as Toshi's manhood battered the gate to her innocence. She had used every ounce of her will to wait for Ryan to come out of the bathroom and grant her strength, but when she got engulfed by despair as mind-shattering orgasms shattered the very core of her personality, she had felt that all her efforts were in vein.

Michelle clearly remembered the humongous orgasm that had shaken the very core of her mind and had made her submit to the dark desires of her rapist; she had felt the pains of death and pleasures of rebirth at the same time. After the end of that fateful orgasm, she had become a broken woman that could experience ecstasy from total submission to the overpowering dominance of her rapist.

Michelle shook her mind off from the intense memories as she felt new moisture in her nether-region. She looked back at her suffering boyfriend and despite the overwhelming sexual attraction to her rapist, she found that without a doubt, her heart was still beating strongly with love to the man she was looking at. She was glad that the love she had for Ryan was untouched by the damage her mind had taken, and a tear-of-joy ran down her cheek as she realized that her strong feelings for Ryan had managed to prevent total destruction of her original personality.

Despite warm and comfortable feelings, due to the feelings of betrayal and Ryan's silence, Michelle felt hesitant to initiate a conversation with him. Meals were delivered to both rooms and once the aroma of the food reached her sensors, she realized how famished she felt due to the extensive ordeal her body had went through. Wishing that either she or he would gain some courage to speak after eating the meal, she proceeded to replenish her spent energy.

Even after reenergized, Michelle found it extremely hard to initiate a conversation with Ryan, but he was prepared.

"Michelle... I'm sorry," Ryan said, still failing to find enough courage to lift his head and look at his girlfriend.

Upon hearing Ryan's voice, Michelle felt happy enough to shed tears, but she found that she was still feeling betrayed by him. With the anger tainting her pure feelings toward him, as a punishment, she decided to leave him un-answered and went to the bed to leave him in silent despair.

***** 

Michelle woke-up to the sound of a door opening and opened her tired eyes to see what the maid was up to. Despite her expectation to see the old maid, she was greeted by a lovely warm smile of a beautiful woman. Her beautiful face was decorated with a pair of bright-blue eyes and was outlined by long and wavy brunette hair. She had a deep-blush covering her face and neck, indicating un-wellness or a recent sexual activity. The very concealing long, white lab-coat failed to hide the voluptuous shape of the attractive woman's body, and the bulge on the front gave a clear indication of her pregnancy.

As the woman proceeded to walk toward Michelle's bed, she tried to get up.

"Please, no need to get up. You need your rest," the woman told Michelle, with a soothing voice.

Heading the strange woman's advice, Michelle sat on the bed, confused and mesmerized by the sudden appearance of a beautiful and pregnant woman. The woman seemed to be around in her late twenties, and Michelle struggled to accept that the beautiful and pregnant woman was one of her captors.

The woman slowly approached Michelle's bed and sat on the side of it.

"Hi, I'm Lisa. I'm here to help you through what you are feeling right now," Lisa said with a welcoming smile.

"If you want to help me, you can start by letting us go," Michelle said with a little anger and sarcasm.

"I'm afraid that it's not within my power to decide that; I'm here to ensure that things go smoothly between you and your new lover," said Lisa.

Upon hearing Lisa identifying Toshi as her 'new lover', a powerful shock went through Michelle's body, completely freezing her on the spot. Michelle was flabbergasted by Lisa's audacity to name her rapist as her lover, but at the same time, she couldn't neglect the immediate feedback she felt in her nether-region.

A mischievous smile decorated Lisa's face.

"From your reaction, I can tell that you have tasted and enjoyed the gift; I can see that you have shed your old self to become a new woman," Lisa said looking straight in to Michelle's light-blue eyes.

Michelle's eyes opened wide with surprise upon realizing that Lisa was talking as if she was able to read her mind. Lisa took one of Michelle's soft hands into her own soft hands and said, "Yes, as a woman who has been lucky enough to taste those heavenly pleasures, I can read and understand all your feelings."

"What do you mean? You..."

Michelle was beyond surprised and couldn't even complete her question.

"Yes, I was like you once: Innocent, shy, faithful and virtuous. Empty moral standards of our society used to hold me back from experiencing the ultimate pleasure a woman could experience in this world. Once I let go of those bonds and embraced the gift, I was able to fully enjoy and appreciate the womanhood I had been wasting until then. Compared to men, the depth and capacity of pleasure a woman can experience is unparalleled. With normal men, it is almost as if there is no limit for the height of pleasure a woman could reach; no matter how satisfied a woman is, deep in her heart, she always knows that it wasn't the limit that she is capable of experiencing. In this world, there is only one way for a woman to find her boundaries and experience the ultimate pleasure. I know that, in this room, you have experienced more pleasure than you have had experienced in your whole life, but you will never find your limit until you let go of those social standards that prevents you from reaching the heaven of pleasures," Lisa said with a confident look.

Michelle was in a turmoil. Making her shudder with shame and guilt, she understood everything Lisa had said to her. She realized that the only reason she was be able to understand and agree with such a bizarre logic was that her mind had become as corrupted as Lisa's immoral ideals. Once Lisa had brought Michelle's attention to the humongous void that was in her that was aching to be filled with desires and pleasures, it was impossible for her to ignore that void anymore. The dark, cold void was filled with intense thirst to be sated with carnal pleasures and after experiencing forbidden fruits given by Toshi, regretfully, she knew that no normal man has the potential to fill her void of desires; even her overwhelming love for Ryan was unable to fill that void; that void wasn't meant to be filled with warm love, it was meant to be filled only with scorching carnal pleasures. Even though she knew who has the ability to sate her new-found thirst, she refused to admit that she sexually desires her rapist, rather than her loving boyfriend.

Michelle cautiously turned around and saw that Ryan was soundly sleeping on his bed.

"But... I love my boyfriend. I can't do such a thing," Michelle said in a low voice, fearing that Ryan would hear their illicit conversation.

"Silly girl, love has nothing to do with this. It's only about you finding your full potential as a woman. It's just that our society's moral standards are the things that create the illusion of love and pleasure having to be together. Since you've already tasted the forbidden fruit, you know that love has nothing do with what you have felt. I'm just here to show you the path to embrace it rather than just accepting, and experience the ultimate pleasure a woman can experience," Lisa said in a very convincing manner.

From Michelle's silence, Lisa knew that she had managed to get the message into Michelle's head and that the girl was seriously debating the idea herself. 

"Once you've tasted it, you'll never be the same again; you'll reach the pinnacle of sexual satisfaction a woman can enjoy, and you will happily accept the fruits of your efforts," Lisa said while unconsciously caressing the roundness of her pregnancy.

Even though Michelle was lost in thoughts, she noticed Lisa's unintended gesture and realized that given the location and the situation, there was a good chance that Lisa might be nurturing a hybrid in her womb.

"Is that... a hybrid?" Michelle asked with fearful eyes.

It wasn't in Lisa's plan, in their first conversation, to let Michelle know about the true identity of the child she was carrying, but since the girl had managed to notice it from a simple slip of her words and a gesture, she knew that she has to explain it to her in a way that reality wouldn't scare her.

"Yes, I am carrying a hybrid. It's the child of Toshi's father. It's a reward for becoming a complete woman. For me this is the best thing that have ever happened to me. You don't have to worry about it right now; insemination with a hybrid is a rare thing, but I know that, soon, you'll be screaming to be bred by Toshi," Lisa said with a teasing smile.

Surprising Michelle, despite feelings of horror, upon hearing the possibility of impregnation, she felt her loins throb with excitement. She felt ashamed of herself for getting excited by the idea of getting bred by her rapist. Few days ago, even the idea of getting pregnant by her boyfriend had been enough to fill her heart with worry, but now, her treacherous body was sexually reacting to the danger of getting bred by her rapist.

Noticing a red blush covering Michelle's neck and face, Lisa knew that she had chosen the right choice of words. While slowly getting up, she pressed her soft lips against Michelle's succulent lips and gave her a light, but not so innocent, kiss.

Michelle was shocked by the sudden kiss the beautiful woman had given her; she had never gone astray from her heterosexual life style before, but she didn't pull her lips away from Lisa's soft, succulent lips as they sensually pressed and rubbed together. Breaking the kiss, Lisa brought her lips near to Michelle's ears and whispered, "Embrace the gift and reach the heavens."

As Lisa walked out of the room, Michelle was able to only look at her with disbelieving eyes. It was totally shocking and surprising to hear what Lisa had said to her, and she had hard time differentiating reality and imagination as she debated with her inner-self.

*****

The rest of the day went uneventful as Michelle kept rejecting Ryan's efforts to apologize, with silence. It pained her to ignore his genuine pleads, but the growing anger towards him made the pain she felt worth it as she kept punishing him for breaking the promise.

Michelle was unable to get any sense of time since her surrounding was devoid of any sunlight or clocks; all she was able to do was spend her time in a turmoil of emotions as her pride and innocence fought against the newly formed, stronger and wicked personality. The only indication of a new day was the arrival of the maid that pampered her as if she was royalty.

The next time the maid paid a visit to Michelle, she was accompanied by, very excited, Lisa. Even though Lisa tried to initiate a friendly conversation, Michelle didn't have a positive mood to share girly talks with one of her captors.

After the usual bath, when it was time for Michelle to get decorated with lavish clothes and apparels, with a bag in her hand, Lisa came into the washroom to join them.

"Since I know that today is going to be a special day for you and Toshi, I personally chose these clothes for you," Lisa said with an excited tone.

Puzzled by what Lisa had meant by 'that day' being special, Michelle looked at the bag with a curious look as Lisa handed it over to the maid. As she expected, it contained lingerie, but as the maid proceeded to put them on her, Michelle started to realize that there was something odd about the white, lacy lingerie that came out from the bag.

Michelle was now wearing a white satin and lace bridal bustier garter set with thigh-high white and lacy stockings. When the maid started to put fingerless, lacy bridal gloves on her hands, Michelle started to suspect that the special lingerie should belong on the body of a bride on her wedding day; it was then the maid pulled out a wedding lace veil from the bag. If it was done by one of her friends on a normal day, it would have been a great joke, but given the situation she was in, she felt that it was a bad and cruel joke: they were dressing her as bride for her own rape. 




Beast and the Beauties Ch. 04



As the maid fixed the diaphanous, elbow length white veil on to her hair, Michelle's vision blurred with newly formed tears. Even though the bridal undergarments didn't affect her much, she felt that the gloves and the veil that was being fixed on to her hair, carried a heavy meaning. It was one of her life-dreams to be dressed as a bride on her wedding day, but she wanted be dressed like that for Ryan, not for a barbarian rapist.

After fixing the veil, the maid pulled out a pair of white high-heels from the bag and put away the bag. When she started putting the shoes on Michelle's delicate feet, Michelle realized that the maid had forgotten a very important piece of cloth: the lacy underwear that should be covering her clean shaven pubic mound.

"Wait, you forgot the underwear," Michelle said in a slight panic as the maid secured the straps of the high-heels.

"Don't worry, honey. It's better that way. Toshi is a very impatient boy," Lisa said with a wink.

When the maid and Lisa ushered Michelle out of the bathroom to the main room, Ryan couldn't believe his eyes. He couldn't recall his girlfriend looking that ravishing and innocent at the same time. The veil, lacy gloves and her blush covered exposed skin complemented her innocence while the risqué lingerie intensified her burning sexual allure. The stockings made her shapely legs seem even longer and the tight bustier highlighted her firm breasts and narrow waist. Then he notices that her wide hips were bare except for the garters that connected the top of the stocking to the lacy bustier. He took in a deep breath when he realized that her body between the bottom of the bustier and the top of stockings were completely bare to the open world. He couldn't stop the rising erection in his pants when he noticed that his angelic girlfriend was dressed as a bride, and her smooth loins and the round derriere were completely exposed to his feasting eyes.

Michelle's eyes met Ryan's for a fraction of a second, and as she quickly lowered her gaze, he noticed that the blush that covered her smooth skin, deepen even more. She was the ideal image of a blushing bride, but she was blushing out of humiliation and was wearing the bridal apparels for an immoral occasion. He had been planning to propose to her at the end of their African trip, but now he was forced to watch his girlfriend wear those clothes for someone else. Despite the raging erection, he felt a sharp pain in his chest when he understood the meaning her beautiful attire symbolized.

Just before leaving Michelle in her room, Lisa gave her a hug and while pushing something into her hands, she said, "I heard that you like these. I'm sure you could use the little encouragement. Enjoy it."

Michelle looked down to find a small bottle of Jack Daniels in her hands and kept looking at it as she heard the door being closed and locked. When she looked at the bed, she saw that it was covered with rose petals, symbolizing something that made her worried-sick. With the loss of Ryan's moral support, and with her rampaging treacherous inner-thoughts, before facing her next ordeal with her rapist, she was yearning for any kind of support she could get. Welcoming the drunkenness that would work as a buffer to the emotional pains she was about to go through, she started to indulge herself with her favorite alcohol while welcoming the mental numbness it would bring.

*****

Lisa entered the observation room in a hurry.

"Did I miss anything?" Lisa asked Vas, who was already at the room.

"No, you didn't. She's enjoying your small gift; a little too eagerly, if you ask me. Are you sure that it's a good idea to let her get drunk like that?" Vas asked Lisa in a questioning manner.

"You don't have to worry about her getting too drunk. I've already taken steps to prevent that. By the way, do you like the dressing up I did?" Lisa said while taking her seat in front of the monitors.

After hearing Lisa's answer, with smile, Vas said, "I see that you are enjoying your duties too much. I'm impressed that you are thinking so far ahead, but don't you think that it's a bit too cruel to dress her like a bride?"

"Vas, you don't know how women think. It'll work in to our benefit, so let me take care of it," Lisa said with a firm voice.

"Alright, alright, I admit that I don't know much about how women think. So I'll leave it to you. Anyway, take a look at the headline in this news-paper," Vas said and threw a folded news-paper on to Lisa's lap.

Lisa took the news-paper in her hands and looked at it with curiosity. After looking at it for few seconds, she looked at Vas with an accusing manner and said, "That's real funny. You know I don't understand the local language."

"Well, in that local news-paper, there is a headline about an ex-wife of an American politician coming into this region for charity-work," Vas said with a blank look.

"What's so special about that? Isn't this a region, full of charity workers like that?" Lisa asked, unable to find any significance about the news.

"Exactly; let alone in headlines, it shouldn't be a big enough news to be put on the news-paper, and why does it even have to mention about her divorced husband. So out of curiosity, I read the article and found a very familiar name in it: Ayla Fernandez. In our previous facility, that woman was once your neighbor," said Vas.

"You mean that she's the beautiful lady that was with that fat and short, politician husband? If she's really the one mentioned in the news, after being rescued, why did she come back to this country?" Lisa asked with amaze.

"I asked myself the same question when I saw her name. So I sent a guy into the city to ask around and investigate. Interestingly, after the investigation, I found out that she had paid the news-paper to put that headline and put her details in the article, including the place she's currently staying at. It's as if she had published those, specifically targeting us, with the purpose of letting us find her. I'm quite worried about this since the last incident was the first time that people without altered memories had left the facility; I sense a trap," Vas said with a worried expression.

"Yes, it could be a trap, but seeing how she was with Boris and understanding how a woman that had been with him feels, I have a strong feeling that she's doing all these to be with Boris once again. You don't understand it, Vas; for me, it's as if I'm addicted to Boris; I'm sure that I would suffer a lot if can't be with him. I think she's addicted enough to leave all her luxury to be with him. This is what I want all the woman in the world to be: realize the true ecstasy and embrace it. I know that it's a risk, but I really want to give her chance. It would give that much validation for my existence in this project. Please, Vas; would you please give her another chance?" Lisa asked in a pleading manner.

"Alright. Going against my instinct and better judgment, I'll contact her," after thinking quietly for a minute, Vas said with a sigh.

"Yay! Thank you, thank you, you are the best," Lisa said playfully and excitedly while hugging Vas to express her gratitude.

*****

Just when the last sip of whisky flowed down Michelle's throat, she found that the alcohol in the small bottle didn't have enough strength to make her completely oblivious to the rape she was about to go through; instead, she found herself tipsy enough to make her incredibly horny. Even though it was too late, she realized that Lisa must have had diluted the whisky in order prevent intoxication and had tricked her in to drinking the whole bottle. She knew that she was caught in a trap to make her own plan back-fire, but at least the bottle had enough alcohol to make her ignore the regrets and worries.

Suddenly, the big metal door opened with loud noise, and the huge body of Toshi appeared through it. Upon seeing the overly-masculine figure of him, Michelle felt a switch being flipped inside her head. Images of her previous encounters with him flooded into her thoughts, and she let out an involuntary gasp when her loins set ablaze with carnal flames as her treacherous body assumed its state of sexual submission. Due to the alcohols, she couldn't think clearly about a reason for the sudden transformation of her body, and all she was able to think about was, how overpowering the carnal desires her rapist has induced in her.

The next time her thoughts came back to the real world, she found herself pressing the lit-button on her door. She couldn't believe that her unfaithful body had taken the main controls and was executing actions, without even consulting her mind.

When the door opened, Toshi came through the door while feasting his eyes on Michelle's unparalleled beauty. When she felt his lustful gaze feasting on her partial nudity, instinctively, her arms went down to provide some decency to her exposed loins.

Even though her transformed body was burning and screaming to taste the forbidden fruits, she felt a very heavy and uncomfortable feeling about the bridal attire she was wearing and the unfamiliar deep darkness that was emerging in her heart.

Toshi approached the frozen beauty and while bending down to smell her intoxicating and sweet scent, he marveled at how her round and bare buttocks felt so soft and full in his huge hands.

As Toshi's rough hands kneaded her firm derriere, Michelle let out a low moan when she got a whiff of his potent, pheromone infused musk. The moment her sensors picked-up that smell, immediately, her brain changed gears, and she became the sexually conquered woman that she had been a day ago.

Michelle started to feel all the energy and will being drained-out of her body, and she felt her hands become limp and fall back to either side of her body; all she could think about was the overwhelmingly dominating power of her conqueror and the sense of duty to commit herself for sexual-servitude to that man.

Toshi let go of her fragile and petite body, and with her weakened legs and high-heels, Michelle struggle to remain standing. Without a warning, he shot his hand towards her unprotected loins and sank his index finger into her already dripping portal.

Instead of a pained grunt, Michelle found herself letting out a needy moan when the thick digit invaded her innocence. With her glazed eyes, she looked at the white ceiling as her over-sensitive body savored the initial penetration. Not wanting to waste his time to warm-up his already conquered property, he started to move towards the bed while using the embedded finger in Michelle to drag her with him. With him using her sensitive sex to roughly pull her as if she was a leashed dog, she had no option but to clumsily follow him as her trembling knees struggled to keep her upright.

When Michelle was at the bedside, Toshi pulled out his finger from her now overflowing passage and pushed her small body on to the bed. She fell on the bed, face down, and before she could gather her thoughts, she felt her hips being lifted up by a pair of big hands. When her wide hips were high enough to support her upturned derriere with her knees, she felt a meaty-knob probing at her exposed and dripping vulva. Suddenly, all she was able to concentrate about was the thick phallus that was seeking the entrance to her womanhood, and she closed her eyes and lifted her hips even higher to aid his efforts.

Michelle's nether-lips spread apart as the thick head found its place between her invitingly wet folds, and the next thing she felt was the pain-mixed-ecstasy of feeling an impossibly thick intruder forcing its way into her sensitive passage. As Michelle emitted a series of choked-grunts, with a series brutal short thrusts, Toshi fed his deformed shaft into her clasping sheath until his abdomen was touching her luxurious globes of buttocks.

With his manhood buried to the hilt in the beautiful woman's womanhood, Toshi paused his thrusting and savored the delicious feeling of her soft inner-walls milking his wart-ridden shaft. Michelle felt each wart and pulsing vein on the repulsive phallus as her treacherous reproductive-organ clasped and milked the vile intruder. She whimpered and clawed the mattress as the intruder started to deliver molten, aphrodisiac-infused precum straight on to the entrance to her womb. As she struggle to contain her wicked and lustful feelings, her sheath tightened its grip around the hard shaft, and her delicate inner-walls produced enough pressure to pull out a groan from her dominator.

Suddenly, Toshi flipped over the veil, making it fall over Michelle's face and exposing her hair. Then with his strong fingers, he grasped Michelle's hair and roughly pulled her head back until she lifts her upper-body and support it with her hands. She was now on all-fours, and he was behind her with his manhood buried to the hilt in her while holding on to her with her hair and slim waist. 

"oooooooooohhhhhhhhh," Michelle let out a whimpered moan because as Toshi started to pull his shaft out from her clasping sheath, her walls grabbed on to the rough surface of the shaft so tightly, she felt as if he was even pulling out her insides along with it.

When Toshi's shaft was just about to exit Michelle's flooded passage, he pulled her hair hard and slammed his pelvis on to the soft cushions of round ass; her eyes opened wide, and she screamed, "FUUCK!" in a high pitched voice as her cervix took the brunt of the first strike.

With an initial successful thrust, Toshi gradually shifted in to a higher gear and started thrusting like a jack-hammer. Michelle's eyes rolled back and her moans turned to squeals as her delicate body violently rattled due to the powerful onslaught it was receiving.

Toshi's hips became a blur as flesh-to-flesh slapping sounds joined Michelle's continuous squealing. The powerful thrusts managed to push gusts of wind out from her lungs as her small body absorbed the unhuman force. Due to the constant exhaling caused by the unstoppable squeals and thrusts, soon, her lungs started to yearn for air, and she felt that she was completely under the mercy of the brute who was brutally re-arranging her insides.

The need to breath-in intensified as the heavy-assault continued, but Michelle found it impossible to expand her lungs due to the unrelenting thrusting her most sensitive place was receiving that directly affected her diaphragm. Soon, her squeals and forced-out gusts of wind stopped passing through her opened lips since her lungs didn't carry enough air to create either of them. As she started to feel light-headed due to lack of oxygen, suddenly, she felt it hit her; it hit her like a bus and she got totally knocked-off by it.

Mercifully, upon sensing Michelle's oncoming physical surrender, Toshi stopped hammering her cervix and kept his shaft buried in her, expecting the sweet pampering his manhood was about to receive. At the verge of unconsciousness, she felt the great stress her body was under that prevented her from breathing in being taken away; she greedily filled her lungs with air, bringing her consciousness back, only to realize that she was already falling from the edge of something else.

Michelle's soft and full thighs started to quiver and as her whole body tensed; her eyes opened wide, but showed only the white of her eyes, and her lips opened in a silent scream, but only a choking sound came out.

Sensing the sudden tensing and freezing of Michelle, in an attempt to get a respond, Toshi probed her battered cervix with his battering ram. That small probe was the last push that broke the dam, and she let out a guttural scream as her body got swept-over by a tidal-wave of carnal pleasures.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH! FUCK! I'M CUMMMMMINNNGGGGGG!" Michelle screamed, announcing her first orgasm of the day.

Toshi looked up at the ceiling and howled as he got rewarded with the treat he was waiting for: he was addicted to the sensation of Michelle's tight sheath milking his manhood when she orgasms.

After the initial outburst, as the strength of her hands started to disappear, the weight of Michelle's upper-body got transferred to the tension on her hair. When her eyes started to roll-forward in to normal position, through the thin veil that was over her face, she saw the silhouette of her boyfriend; with her sanity weakened by the overwhelming carnal pleasures she was experiencing, instead of feeling warm and soothing feelings, a big fire of anger started to generate from the cinders of disappointment she had about him breaking the promise. Lost in a bliss of euphoria and fires of anger, originated from deepest and darkest regions of her mind, slurred words, she thought that would never leave her lips, came blurting out from her mouth.

"Yes...make me cum...make me cum with that big cock... make me cum like I never had...show me how a real man does it...make me a woman...make me your woman...fuck me...own me...breed meeeeeeeee."

From the other side of the glass-wall, Ryan managed to limit the indications of his sorrow to only tears. It wasn't the rape of his girlfriend that was occurring in front of his eyes that pained him the most; it was her words that felt most painful as they went right through his heart. He wanted to cry-out his desperation, but words got trapped in his throat when he noticed that he was having the hardest hard-on in his life.

When Michelle came down from her, short but intense, orgasm; she realized that, unusually, while she was having the orgasm, Toshi didn't carry-on his pounding that would have make her orgasm for a long time. She felt his hot-rod pulsing within her abdomen, making it almost impossible to prevent her sensitive walls from grabbing on to it. 

Michelle couldn't believe that within few minutes of entering her room, Toshi had managed to give her one of the most intense orgasms she had ever had in her life. He had literally fucked the breath out of her, and it was the first time she had experienced such a form of sexual pleasure; she finally started to understand what Lisa meant by her being able to find her own limits and how hybrids are the only answer to that. 

Then suddenly, Michelle started to feel an immense pain on her scalp due to the rough pulling her hair had endured throughout the whole ordeal. While reaching back with one of her hands to grab on to the big hand that her hair was entangled within, she pleaded him.

"Toshi, it hurts; please let go," Michelle said in a pained voice, but knowing how he had ignored her pleads during her previous rapes, she highly doubted that he would trouble himself with a trivial thing such as being concerned about her being pained by pulled hair. Completely surprising her, she felt the big hand loosen its grip on her hair, and her upper body fell on to her elbows.

By the hardness of the manhood that was making her soft walls mold around it, Michelle knew very well that Toshi was far from being done with using her fertile body. At that time, with the after-effects of an intense orgasm still affecting her judgments, she felt little remorse about the words that she had spoken in ecstasy. When Toshi delivered the first thrust to lay the foundation for her second orgasm, she curiously looked forward to finding the limits her body was capable of experiencing pleasure. As his shaft started to rampage within her once again, she realized that she wasn't feeling any inhibition as flames of carnal pleasures started to set ablaze in her abdomen; she realized that, just as Lisa had said, she was starting to embrace the gift; in an ironic and a twisted way, she also realized that the bridal garments on her body were aiding it by giving some sort authenticity to her submission; it was as if the creaking bed was the altar, and they were performing some kind of physical vows matrimony for an immoral union. 




Beast and the Beauties Ch. 04



Toshi's hips started to become a blur once again as the thrusting shifted in to higher gears, and throes of passion and demeaning words, continued to fill-up the small room as Michelle failed to contain the intense and wicked pleasures her body was experiencing. 

Ryan stood mesmerized by the coupling that was happening in front of his eyes. There was something overwhelmingly erotic about watching his girlfriend getting ravished while wearing bridal lingerie. Her pale skin that was glistening with perspiration, and her pure-white apparels contrasted against the hulking, dark body that was thrusting into a place that should only belong to him. Accompanied by a squelching sound that was resulted by abundant wetness, their merging sexes sang a happy song while dripping copious amounts of fluids on to the rose petals on the mattress. From the way she was writhing, moaning, squealing and most importantly talking, he felt that the savage barbarian was gradually stealing his beautiful girlfriend from him; but despite the sorrow, anger and jealousy, he stood there, watching the carnal and immoral union, not missing a single thrust that was being hammered into her depths, and how, behind the flimsy veil, her facial expressions contorted with pleasure, each time he bottomed-out. 

As his girlfriend was brought to orgasm again and again, not by emotions and skills, but by sheer size and power, despite his best efforts to stay witness to the both painful and arousing scene, Ryan had to retreat to the bathroom and seek the guilty relief from the impossible pressure that was building in his loins.

*****

A roar came through the speakers, accompanied by a feminine, whimpering moan. Lisa's eyes were glued to the monitors that were displaying a carnal act that resembled more of a wild breeding than a matrimonial consummation. Only when Toshi's, finally softening, shaft slid out from Michelle's thoroughly inseminated sex, Lisa closed her opened mouth and moved her gaze from the display.

"He's getting better with each time. Today when I was in the same room as him, I felt that now even I'm starting to get kind of affected by his scent," Lisa said while looking at Vas.

"Hmm...yes. It was the same for Boris too. His true powers surfaced only after his first time mating with a woman. I noticed that Toshi's physical abilities are starting to significantly improve after being with Michelle. I assume that for hybrids, the first mating acts as rite-of-passage or a removal of seal for true adulthood. Only few days after his first mating, Toshi is already superior to Boris and I'm anxious to see how much more powerful he's going to become," Vas said with a light in his eyes.

"Nobo is also starting to get restless. Yesterday, he tried to secretly touch my breasts and keeps on sending me rather explicit mental messages. Even though he's shyer than Toshi, I'm afraid that once his hormones start to get the upper-hand and if we don't give him a woman, despite him being my favorite, I would have to stay away from him; with his raging hormones, if I somehow end up under him, I doubt he'll be patient enough to be gentle with a pregnant lady," Lisa said with a little concern.

"You are right. We have to find him a woman as fast as we can and make sure that you never end up alone with him. If Ayla agrees to join us, I guess that problem might get solved automatically," Vas said.

"I hope she would agree to give-up Boris for the young chap," Lisa said with an uncertain tone.

"Nobo is different and unique from both Boris and Toshi. Even though his physical abilities are a little inferior to them, I feel that his mental abilities are levels above them. I'm sure that would make-up for his physical shortcomings," said Vas.

"Oh, come on. His body is only a bit smaller than his brother and father, and his penis doesn't lose to them in size. Some more, I personally think that his mental signals are more potent than their pheromone scents. He's already out-smarting me in chess and communicating with us through telepathy, who knows how strong he will become after the first mating? I'm sure that she will love him," Lisa said a confident manner.

"Well, it all depend on her motives. We can't count chickens before the eggs hatch," Vas said while standing up to leave the observation room.

*****

With his carnal thirst quenched and satisfied by breeding the beautiful woman that was lying exhausted on the bed, Toshi left the room, and Michelle faintly heard the sound of a metal door closing. She was lying face down on the soaked mattress as she breathed hard to bring her body back from heavy-exhaustion. Her small and delicate body was not built to withstand such stresses, but willed by sheer desire to taste heavenly-pleasures while her body was ascending into higher levels of rapture, throughout the whole illicit matrimonial ceremony, she had managed to keep herself at the brink of consciousness.

On Michelle's spread legs, soaked by the perspiration her body had produced and the combined carnal fluids of her and her dominator, the thin, white fabric of her thigh-high stocking had become almost transparent and was laminated around the soft curves of her lithe legs, forming a second skin around her milky and soft skin. As an evidence to the violent copulation she had gone through, a pure-white high-heel was lying on the floor, beside the bed, leaving only one high-heel decorating her delicate feet. The bulbous rump stood proud as the highest point of her laid form, and glazed by a thick layer of perspiration, light reflected off from the smooth, curvaceous surface, giving an illusion of two full-moons; at the bottom of the straight valley between those shinning globes, copious amounts of thick milk-of-life flowed out from between her bloomed petals of femininity, showing the world the evidences of claiming Toshi had left, deep in her fertile depths. 

As the pheromone infused air got dissipated in the ventilation system, the blissful delirium started to retreat back into deeper parts of Michelle's mind and the clarity of sanity started to float back to surface. Suddenly, her eyes shot opened as she remembered about the humiliating and hateful words that had escaped from her mouth during the moments of ecstasy. She realized that she had done an unforgivable thing to Ryan and panicked knowing the pain she must have caused him. The sudden panic managed to send a shot of adrenaline surging through her exhausted body, jolting it back into life. Disregarding the state she was in, she quickly sat on the bed and looked through the glass wall to find her boyfriend sitting on the floor with his head between knees. 

"Ho...Honey...Ryan...Ryan!" Michelle desperately tried to call him, but confirming her fears, showing the mental damage he had taken, no reply came from him.

"Baby, please talk to me. I didn't mean any of those. It's just, I become a complete different person when I'm with him. Please forgive me. I can't bear it. Please talk to me," Michelle begged while crying.

In reality, it wasn't the mental pain that kept Ryan from responding Michelle's pleads; it was the guilt and confusion that was rampaging in his head. He couldn't understand why he got so aroused from seeing his life-partner getting raped and possibly impregnated by a savage. What more unbelievable was, he was brought to verge of orgasm by his girlfriend's demeaning words towards him. 

According to the social norms Ryan was accustomed to, he refused to admit that his mind was deriving pleasure from those depraved and taboo acts. As the masculine man he was taught to become, he refused to believe that he enjoyed watching his own woman being sexually subjugated by another man. It was too humiliating and demeaning to admit, but at the same time, it was too real and pleasurable to deny.

While trapped in the mental dilemma, Ryan listened to Michelle's desperate pleads. He had always trusted her and knew that she was telling the truth; she would have never told those things if she was in her normal state. Witnessing the superior tools Toshi has at his disposal, Ryan knew that, once fallen victim to them, any normal woman would have hard time retaining her virtue.

Ryan realized that he shouldn't punish or blame Michelle anymore for the conundrum he was having. She had willingly given up her body in order to save his life; he shouldn't be sulking or complaining about anything, he owes his life to his brave girlfriend, and he doesn't have the luxury of being upset with what she does or says, but he lacked the courage to confess to his girlfriend that he enjoyed watching her rape and listening to her demeaning words. He thought that if he opens his mouth, he would have to either blame her or confess; since he didn't have the heart to do either, he thought hard about what he could say to put her at ease.

"Honey...No matter what had happened or will happen, I want you to know that the love I have for you will never fade," Ryan said while looking straight at Michelle's teary eyes.

Even Ryan was surprised about what his subconscious-mind had conjured to solve the situation, but the one who was most surprised was Michelle. She was at a loss of words and managed only to keep looking at him as new tears flowed down her face; this time, instead from sorrow, those tears were generated from happiness. She didn't have to utter a single word as a reply; just from a single glance at her loving eyes, Ryan got to know all he wants to hear from her.

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A dusty trail was being drawn across the never ending Savannah; leading the trail were two four-wheel vehicles heading towards the thick jungle that laid at the end of the dry-grass ocean. In the back-seat of the leading vehicle, accompanied by Vas, was a beautiful lady, trying to contain her ample bosom from bouncing around in its tight confines as the vehicle sped through rough terrain.

"I'm still having a hard-time believing that you gave up a life of luxury for a slim chance to be with Boris again. I'm looking forward to learn more about the affects he has on you to make you take desperate measures like these," Vas said while looking at the beautiful, voluptuous woman.

"Vas, I think I should let you know this first: I still hate your guts for what you did to me," Ayla said while giving Vas a death-stare and continued while looking out through the window. 

"As you said, I could have spent the rest of my life in luxury as a trophy-wife of a powerful politician, but I cannot deny or forget what I have experienced with Boris. I don't expect you to understand; like Lisa, only a woman who had been with him can understand it. It was the same for the other two women who had escaped with me, but their partners love them enough to make them barely suppress these strange feelings I'm feeling right now. After the rescue, the other two women and I kept in contact since we were the only ones who could understand the strange feeling we were experiencing. We were like drug addicts who were suffering from heavy withdrawal symptoms. For the other two, they had loving partners to help them cope with that; without the luxury of having a husband who truly loves me, I fell hard and couldn't pass a single moment without thinking about the pleasures I have had felt with Boris. 

"Worsening the situation, my husband lost his ability to maintain an erection in the bed and at first, I thought that it was due to his old age; but making me mentally fall even more, I found that he was secretly paying people to have sex in front of him while he masturbates. I knew I had to find a way to release the sexual pressure I was suffering from, but I also knew that even if I cheat on my very-jealous husband while risking the life of the man I'm having the affair with, no normal man would have the ability to give me the satisfaction I seek. So I decided that if I'm going to enter the path of depraved, I should let go all and fully commit to it; that's how I ended up divorced, in a dusty city of Africa and looking for the man that can feed my addiction," Ayla said while looking at the wild life that whiff-passed as the vehicle took her towards a new life.

"Honestly, I'm surprised that Lisa's assumption was 100% accurate; women's intuition is a frightening thing. I'm sure you would love to meet the woman who managed to fully understand how you were thinking and feeling. Given the way how happily and readily you agreed to come back with us, I think Lisa might be the only one in this world that could understand and be compatible with the strange way you think," Vas said with amusement.

"Everybody thought she died in that explosion. All the women felt so sad about it; for us, it was as if we had lost a sister; it is a strange but powerful bond created by being with Boris. It's so strange that instead of being jealous like normal women, we felt closer by having had sex with that special man. Surprisingly, her husband didn't seem to be too upset by her death; it was almost as if he was kind of glad about it. Anyway, I'm glad that Lisa is alive and well with you; if you hadn't told me about her now working with you, no matter how badly I want to be with Boris, I don't think I would have easily agreed to come with you like this," Ayla said to Vas. She couldn't still trust the guy who had once kept her a captive, but the news about Boris's favorite girl being with them, made her trust them enough to get into that vehicle.

"I'm sorry that we cannot pair you with Boris, but trust me, despite being very shy, Nobo has the potential to be much better than him," Vas said, suspecting that she wasn't completely satisfied with the agreement they had come to when they were at the hotel.

"No need to worry at all; if he's Boris's son, I have high hopes about him. Furthermore, I'm more than happy about being the one who introduces him to wonders of sex, but by having a vague idea about hybrids, I'm more excited about things he might introduce me to," Ayla said with smile while biting the corner of her lower lip.

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Beast and the Beauties Ch. 05



This story contains parts with non-consensual sex, non-human relationship and subcategories of cuckolding. If you are offended by any of these subjects, please proceed at your own risk.

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When Ayla, accompanied by Lisa, entered Nobo's room, she was greeted by a giant figure that stood in the middle of the room, curiously looking at the opening door. Then suddenly, with a jerk, the giant started to run away. Even though she had been mentally prepared to see someone similar in size to Boris, for a woman that was even scared of a little mouse running in a room, it was nearly impossible to see a giant running amok and not let out a startled scream.

Despite the highly intimidating appearance, startled even more by the high-pitched scream, Nobo ran towards the corner of the room, encountering few chairs on the way.

Ayla couldn't suppress her laughter as the giant, scared by a woman one fourth of his size, stumbled on a chair as he desperately tried to hide in the corner.

Nobo finally came to a stop when he found himself at the corner and became a little calmed down after realizing that Lisa was also in the room. Still, he was hesitating to open-up to the stranger, right away, and avoided meeting her eyes while examining Ayla's erotic and voluptuous figure.

Ayla felt a little bit disappointed to find him trying to huddle himself into the corner while shyly trying to avoid her eyes; she felt that he didn't seem to be as dominant as his father; for her, that overwhelming dominance of Boris was a major part of her unnatural attraction to him.

"Oh, did he startle you? I'm sorry, he's always like that to strangers; too shy and scared. But from the way he's looking at your body, I can tell that he'll warm up to you pretty quickly," Lisa said while being amused by the giant's childish behavior.

Ayla took the chance to inspect her future mate's physics, and she was not at all disappointed by his physical appearance. Between his legs, hung the limp manhood that measured-up to be about six inches, and she thought it was similar in size to his father's. He was not as tall and muscular as Boris was, but his muscles seemed to be more defined and attractive.

Ayla let out a silent sigh, thinking if only he had a stronger personality, Nobo would have been the perfect partner for her. Then suddenly, as if he had decided on something, stood up confidently and looked straight in to her green eyes, directing an intense burning stare. 

Before Ayla could even admire Nobo's bright-yellow eyes, she was taken aback by a flood of raw emotions that invaded her mind, making her even forget to breath for a moment. Lisa had warned her about his telepathic abilities, but she hadn't been prepared to an alien feeling as that; the mental intrusion felt more intimate than having someone physically entering her. The emotions that flooded into her mind was so raw, she couldn't decipher the meaning of it in words; but the message was clear as it could get: sexual attraction. She couldn't understand if the message said whether he wants to have sex with her or she wants to have sex with him; all she could understand was the pure and intense desire for carnal passion that emanated from the bundle of emotions. That intensity was enough to put her body and mind into a state of arousal, and she finally let out a shuddering breath, as she tried to cope with the sudden arousal.

Lisa also felt the aftershock of the telepathy, but from the way Ayla had reacted, she knew that Ayla must have been the main target of that mental attack. Having had gone through similar telepathy attacks from Nobo couple of times, she had a vague idea about the intensity and effectiveness of them.

"It's hard to describe with words, isn't it? The first was a real shock to me too. This is really good, this means he has already accepted you as a potential mate and that was his way of proposing," Lisa told to Ayla with an obvious hint of admiration.

While being in awe of the super-natural experience she had felt that nearly made her orgasm, Ayla barely heard what Lisa said. All of her disappointments and inhibitions was washed-away by Nobo's show of mental superiority, and the dampness in her loins and her erected nipples served as physical indicators for her acceptance of Nobo's dominance. Thousand words were exchanged within that burst of emotions and she knew that they didn't need any talking or warming up that conventional lovers need. Thing were felt and decided: she was going to be his mate.

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Ryan was awaken by the noise of the big metal door opening. He dreadfully expected to see, once again, Michelle's rapist coming back to sexually subjugate her in front of his eyes. Despite the rising depraved excitement to witness his own girlfriend's defilement, he despised the feeling of loss and jealousy that was burning through to the core of his conscience.

Letting out a defeated sigh, Ryan turned and opened his eyes to inspect the being that he openly hated and secretly admired at the same time. Throwing him into a whirl of confusion and surprise, instead of the overly masculine brute, a beautiful lady appeared through the opened door.

Her first few steps were accompanied by a resonating tapping sound as her stiletto-heels met the hard-tiled floor. Her long and full legs laid bare to Ryan's curious eyes till, just before the smooth roundness of a full derriere, they were obstructed by the hem of her body-hugging cocktail-dress. Even though her luxurious ass was almost the same size as Michelle's, by having to compete with her wide thighs and hips, it failed to become the most prominent attraction of her beautiful figure. 

When Ryan's eyes went pass the lady's narrow waist, he realized that the crown-jewel of her figure was a pair of breasts that seemed to defy rules of gravity and proportions. With each graceful step she took, the halter-top strained to contain her glorious bosom within its confines as the twin-sisters rebelled to escape their prison.

Willing his eyes to break-off from the mesmerizing swaying of the soft and full bosom, Ryan focused his attention on her angelic face. Her facial features carried a heavy influence of Latin-American genes and was being complemented by a set of shoulder-length dirty-blond hair. 

All in all, with her honey skin-tone, the unknown lady reminded Ryan of voluptuous Brazilian models. Before he could think a reason for the sudden appearance of a beautiful female in that dreaded place, she turned around, giving him a good view of her hourglass-figure and with a little giggle, she took few excited steps back toward the opened door way; after reaching in with both her hands, she pulled in a big hand that soon got accompanied by a giant figure.

At first, Ryan though that the huge figure belonged to Toshi, but within few seconds, he realized that he was now looking at a different freak of nature. The new person wasn't as tall and buffed as Toshi, but compared to a normal human being, he was still easily recognizable as a giant. Even though he wasn't very bulky, the body was ripped with well-defined muscles and carried less hair and a darker shade compared to Toshi. The new beast's body looked more human to Ryan when compared to his girlfriend's rapist, but when it came to the slightly bigger head, he realized that the new one didn't lose in ugliness to his comrade.

As the woman struggled a bit to find enough grip with her pointy high-heels to encourage the giant to follow her, he took few hesitant steps to aid her in her struggle. It was then, Ryan caught the first glimpse of the giant's manhood that hanged loosely between his muscular and lean thighs. Despite hanging down from its base, the shaft measured up to be about eight inches in length and had a thickness as if it was already engorged with blood. Ryan thought that the new threat must be as big as Toshi's weapon, but what set it apart was the uniform girth and a large head that appeared to be covered with a very rough, bumpy texture. The glans had a conical shape that curved slightly upward and the bizarre texture that reminded him of a Lychee fruit.

Ryan was genuinely surprised that despite being so close to a menacing looking beast, the beautiful and fragile looking woman wasn't showing any signs of fear or hesitation. Instead, she seemed too eager and excited as she ushered the, surprisingly docile, giant into the empty room that situated opposite to Ryan's room.

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As they entered the room, the lights automatically turned on, showing an interior, identical to the room that held Michelle. Ayla finally let go of the Nobo's huge hand and walked few steps away from him, adopting an overly seductive stride that fully utilized the natural swaying of her wide hips. After creating a sufficient distance between them, she turned around to face him and grabbed the hem of her dress with her fingers. Then, while sensually swaying her body, she started to peel the dress off, trying to imitate an ,experienced, professional stripper. 

Clouded by the pride for her obvious beauty, Ayla was convincing herself that she wants to show him all the perks of the gift he was about to receive and make him appreciative; thanks to her amazing appearance, she has never had to intentionally seduce males and that had created an illusion in her mind that she was too good for men. But at that moment, in that room, deep in her mind, she felt for the first time in her life that she was actually trying to prove to a man that she was worthy of his attention; it was as if, without her knowledge, she was being commanded to be seductive.

The hemline continued to rise beyond Ayla's navel, exposing a black, lace thong, and met resistance when it reached the underside of her magnificent bosom. The fabric was too tight and her breast were too large to permit a smooth motion for the hemline, and she had to exert some tension on it to let her breasts spring free from their confine. Her soft globes bounced few times before they became still, and they stood proud and firm despite their size and lack of support. The brown colored nipples stood erected as evidence for her excitement and they pointed straight at Nobo's face as if they were pointing at what they desired. 

Finally, the dress fell to the floor, unveiling Ayla's natural glory, for Nobo's eyes to feast upon. As if realizing her show of fertility to him was still being hindered by a flimsy piece of clothing, she hooked her thumbs into the waist-band of the thong and started to slide it down while maintaining a constant eye contact with him using her lusty gaze. The last piece of clothing also joined the floor and she carefully stepped out of it while being careful not to get the lacy material tangled on her high-heels as she walked up to him.

Free of all hindrances, Ayla stood proud and, with a beautiful smile, presented her naked voluptuous body to Nobo. Her eyes, once again, scanned down his masculine body, appreciating his bulk of well-defined muscles that mesmerized her feminine senses. Finally when her gaze reached his loins, she realized that his manhood was now standing erected in salutation for the erotic beauty her body was radiating. The mere view of his bizarre, but captivating, manhood was a more than enough incentive for her to be overwhelmed with wanton lust and fall to her knees in front him to observe the manly member at eye-level.

As if bound by a spell, Ayla's slender fingers began to wrap around Nobo's thick shaft, savoring the girth and hardness of it. She looked up at his face in a form of assurance and permission, and saw fires of lust emanating from his intense eyes. While maintain their visual connection, she slowly opened her mouth and started run the softness of her tongue and lips along the underside of his, now pulsing, manhood. At the feeling of receiving such a warm administration for his pleasure-wand for the first time, Nobo looked up and let out a throaty moan, indulging himself in the sensation that was about to elevate him into adulthood.

Treating Nobo's moan as an encouragement, Ayla started to pleasure him with her oral skills, with the knowledge that, soon, she would be welcoming the gigantic organ within her soft-walls to her fertile depths. The very thought was enough to encourage her loins to sodden with anticipation for the ultimate pleasure: the pleasure she was addicted for; the pleasure that had made her give up everything else in her life; the pleasure that was making her act like a nymphomaniac, on her knees, mindlessly lapping at a manhood to hasten the fucking she was about to receive. Then a thought came to her: when did she actually become such a mindless nymphomaniac.

Suddenly, Ayla felt as if she had awaken from a dream. She asked the question to herself again: when did she become the mindless sexual object she was at that moment? It was true that she was addicted to the pleasure she had felt with Boris, but even at that time, she carried some dignity with her and always had partial control of her thoughts. But this was something entirely different from that; before she even knew what was happening, she had been turned into an animal with thoughts only about breeding. She did desire to be sexually dominated, but she didn't plan on or desired to lose herself completely like this. The feeling of devolving into a sexual creature was alien and frightening to her. 

Back in her sane-state, Ayla realized that it was all due to her new mating partner; she remembered that all the changes in her mind started from the moment she was baptized by his telepathic ability. She marveled at his super-ability to manipulate her mind, but at the same time, she realized that she wasn't actually prepared for something deep and alien as that. In her clear mind, she decided that the best course of action was to go back, talk with Lisa and try to mentally prepare herself to venture into the deep-end that Nobo was presenting her.

Ayla wasn't aware that while surfing deep in her thoughts, she had stopped ministering oral pleasure on Nobo's manhood. And after tasting a bit of forbidden fruit, he was getting impatient while waiting for the pleasure to continue. Trying to take things into his own hands for the first time, he put a hand on her head trying to direct her head back toward his loins.

At the feeling of a hand gently urging her head toward the intimidating cock, Ayla broke out from her deep thought process and was greeted by the bizarre looking glans. She felt a little repulsed by the odd texture of it, but at the same time, that repulsiveness added fuel to her illicit desires. Right then, she saw something that she thought was her imagination, but when it happened again, she pushed her head against his hand to take a better look at it. The meat stick in her hand came alive and, the end-half of it, started moving. It wasn't a big movement, but it seemed to her as if he was able to, voluntarily or involuntarily, slightly bend the penis in different directions. Suddenly, she realized that that small movement could open-up whole new dimension of pleasure to women and kept looking at it, mesmerized by the unnatural properties of the instrument she held in her hand. 

Then Ayla remembered that she should put a stop to things before they get out of hand and consult with Lisa about the strange things she had experienced; Lisa's explanation didn't include the part about total mental manipulation. Ayla was a type of person who preferred to know the depth of water, before jumping in.

"Nobo, I'm sorry, let's go back. I have to see Lisa," Ayla said while trying to stand up as if she was in a hurry.

The truth is, part of Ayla's mind and her whole body screamed to indulge herself in the blurry mist of carnal pleasures, and the rational part of her mind screamed to get out of that room and avoid the unknown. Fearing that she would, soon, succumb to her base desires, she hurried to get up and leave the room. But when she finally let go of his manhood and turned around to walk away, she felt a tight grip around her wrist, keeping her from walking away from Nobo. Knowing that it should be his strong hands that was stopping her, she turned around and looked at his face to explain him once again.

When Ayla's gaze met Nobo's, she immediately realized that there was a major change in his yellow eyes. She could see that there was a fire burning within his gaze, and they looked more bestial than before; at that movement, they reminded her of the wanton stare his father had possessed whenever he was overtaken by desire. She immediately realized that the gentle giant was turning into a violent one, and she has to quickly make a decision. But before she could utter another word, she was swiftly lifted up into the air and, in a moment, she let out a little cry when she felt an impact and found herself, face up, on the bed, with her legs dangling down.

Startled by being thrown on to the mattress, Ayla quickly tried to sit up, but Nobo's hand quickly grabbed on to her slender neck and kept her head pressed on to the soft surface. Realizing that there was no use in physically struggling with the huge guy, she laid still, trying to calm her nerves; if he was hell bent of having sex right then, she didn't intend make it a rape. When her eyes opened, they found Nobo's intense eyes looking back at them from inches above hers. She immediately felt a powerful mental force trying to intrude into her mind. She realized that unlike the first time which she was taken by surprise, since she expected it, she could now resist the mental intrusion. Still, that didn't stop the feeling of Nobo's mind probing around hers, trying to find an entry-point to penetrate it; this was an extremely alien and uncomfortable sensation to her; therefor, instinctively, her mind resisted the foreign intrusion.

While Ayla was dealing with the mental intrusion attempt, she closed her eyes expecting to avoid looking at Nobo's, guessing that might ease the pressure that was being put on her mind. But the lack of vision didn't help her any better, and the mental probing went on as she started to reallocate most of her attention to her head. This allowed her to add more mental resistance, but failed to notice Nobo's hand leaving her neck to grab the back of her knees to lift and push them against the softness of her huge breasts, spreading her long, shapely legs to reveal her, moist, delicate petals of womanhood, in the process.

Ayla let out a surprised gasp when she felt the first genital contact as the, grotesque, penile glans pushed aside her wet folds and started putting pressure on to the entrance. Her body badly needed and desired the penetration, but when her attention went to the pleasure in the loins and got distracted, in time with the physical penetration, the mental intrusion started to penetrate her mind. Almost in pain, she weakly pushed her delicate hands against Nobo's chest and moaned loud as she lost her mental virginity. But as his thick shaft sank further into her sodden sheath, she felt her mind also starting to stretch and accept the intruder. The more penetration she endured, the weaker her resolve became and the more intense her desires became. Combined with the maddening physical pleasure that came from being filled by a thick and long manhood, the mental penetration started to generate its own distinct pleasure, and she felt the initial discomfort starting to turn into something unique, beautiful and addictive.

When Nobo finally buried his whole length into his beautiful mate's heavenly depths, Ayla gave up holding on to her sanity and let him completely to take over her mind. At that moment, her eyes rolled back into her head and took in a loud inhale as a whole new dimension of pleasure opened-up and started to flood her mind with incomparable pleasure. Combined with the pleasure that had being building in her loins, she let out an unfeminine howl and started to shake violently as she became the first ever woman to experience the pinnacle of carnal pleasure: the mental orgasm.




Beast and the Beauties Ch. 05



Nobo was surprised by the intensity of Ayla's orgasm. In fact, he was surprised by the whole concept of orgasm. But details and information started to flood his mind as if he had opened a vault that carried this knowledge; among the vast spread of unlocked genetic knowledge, a major part of it was dedicated to facts about sex and how he could exploit that human weakness. He learned how to toy with a female's body and mind; he learned how to push right buttons to control women and optimize the pleasure and chance of conception. But at the same time, from that knowledge, he realized that there's another part of his innate abilities, still sleeping dormant, waiting for the right key to wake-up. And, by instinct, he knew that the key laid in the path to carnal indulgence.

Ayla was coming back from the deep-end of bliss and felt completely spent and exhausted. But that didn't lessen the intensity of carnal flames burning throughout her body that needed to be extinguished. She had visited heaven and was still at the gates of it, waiting to for another little push to reenter again. There was no way she could explain what she had felt and was feeling; it was another dimension, filled with thick and heavy feelings of sexual pleasure; every breath in that dimension was an orgasm, and a normal orgasm was incomparable to an orgasm experienced in that ocean of bliss.

Nobo hooked his elbows from undersides of Ayla's knees and, folding her body, leaned in and grab on to her shoulders to angle her sex to receive some serious ploughing. He was curious to find the secret hidden in him and was in a hurry to find it as quickly as he could. Using his movable penis while applying his aphrodisiac precum to condition her sex, Nobo started to probe around her inner walls and cervix, trying to scan the cave-of-pleasure to identify her sensitive spots by cross-referencing with the output he received from her penetrated mind. 

Feeling a, thick, worm-like thing squirming in her most sensitive place, and with that feeling combined with the sensation of her womb being filled with molten aphrodisiac, Ayla moaned wantonly and wanted to squirm, her own body, with pleasure, but found herself folded and pinned down by her master's huge frame. Her legs that were sticking up with high-heels decorating them, twitched each time Nobo's wandering penis found a pleasure spot on her constricting walls, making it appear as if, from time to time, she was being electrocuted. New beads of perspiration started appear all over her smooth skin, adding even more sexual allure to the moaning-beauty that was getting her most intimate place, intimately and extensively, explored.

Feeling satisfied with the initial inspection of his mate's mind and body, Nobo initiated the process for complete consummation and inauguration of his adulthood. The first thrust was dealt with only half the length of his manhood, but that managed to wring out a shuddering moan from Ayla as if she was at the edge of an orgasm. The following thrusts gradually increased in length and intensity, receiving appropriate responses from the recipient of those hard attacks.

Ayla was lost in a heaven of carnal delights as her body rattled against Nobo's powerful thrusts. It was clear as day to her that she wasn't experiencing a normal fuck; she was being fucked physically and mentally at the same time. But what intensified the pleasure, by ten-folds, was the strange feeling she got from being mentally linked to Nobo. Other than the pleasure she was receiving from her own body, she realized that she could even feel the pleasures, Nobo himself, was experiencing. That means, at the same time she was enjoying getting her walls stretched, she was enjoying being wrapped and milked by her very own walls that were being stretched. She couldn't believe that it was actually happening and the level of carnal pleasure she was experiencing could even exist in the realm of reality. She opened her green eyes to make sure that she wasn't dreaming and met with the most hard to resist face she had ever encountered. She knew that his face didn't have any attractive properties, but at that moment, to her, he was the most desirable man on earth, and she had to link her soft lips with his to show a fraction of appreciation for the boundless pleasure he was giving her.

Nobo sped-up his thrusting as Ayla's moans got muffled in his mouth, and their sexes squelched with abundant sexual fluids they were producing. Perspiration from both their bodies merged together, symbolizing the intimate merging of their minds and bodies as the surrounding warmed-up with their steamy copulation. With a pained wail, Ayla broke her lips away from their oral-bond and, with earnest, hugged her humping partner. They locked their eyes together and she felt his penis head starting swell rapidly within her; it kept growing and growing, almost painfully stretching the walls near her cervix as it grew to the size of a tennis-ball. At the same time, she started feeling his, now bloated, scrotum, slapping her ass as a reminder of her duty in this coupling. She realized that she was about to be inseminated and her fate was to submit her womb to the amazing man that was making her taste heaven.

Nobo started jackhammering into Ayla, signaling he was near to make his genetic deposit in her womb. She felt as if her innards were being pummeled by a fisted arm and started to groan loud with, sweet, pain mixed, pleasure: the type of pleasure she longed. Suddenly, it dawned on to her that with that much of pleasure she was experiencing, it was odd to not to have achieved at least three orgasms by then; it was as if all that carnal pleasure was being accumulated by a big dam. She wanted to orgasm, so badly, and let out the immense sexual tension that was, almost painfully, gathering in her loins, but felt that her mind was preventing her from achieving that release; he was making her wait as if he wanted her to wait for a specific moment.

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Ryan looked on, mesmerized by the way the brute roughly piston his thick monstrosity into the beautiful woman's inviting depths. For a moment, she had looked as if she was uncooperative, but the moment she held the grotesque cock in her, her attitude had completely changed into a wanton slut. It was highly arousing to see the steamy copulation as the woman, almost overly, wailed and wailed with pleasure. From the way she over-reacted to the rough fucking, he guessed that either the woman was over sensitive, or the brute was some kind of a sex god. With his girlfriend well within the danger zone to be forced by this new threat, he prayed it to be the first reason. But from strange feelings he was getting, he knew that the new hybrid was very different from the one he already knew too well. Every now and then, while watching the rough breeding, he was getting strange feelings that made him shudder and cower. Cold sweat started to form on his forehead, not because he was warming-up from watching the sex show, it was because with each wave of strange feelings he got, he was getting the feeling that he was at the presence of an alpha predator. He was confused that those feelings almost had a message in them, and he felt that he was in another male's territory, and he has to flee at once.

Ryan's attention went to a small gasp he heard from Michelle's room. When looked, he realized that those same strange feelings he was getting were affecting her in a different fashion. She was sitting on her bed, with her hands cupping her loins and a breast, looking at the floor with surprise and confusion. It looked as if she was trying to tame her arousal by not looking at the rutting couple, but it didn't seem to be working. She looked disturbed and angry that her body was reacting so strongly for nothing. With a questioning and helpless look, she looked at him as if asking him to shield her from those feelings.

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Michelle first started feeling it a few minutes after the hybrid started thrusting his manhood into the woman. At first, she had tried to dismiss it as a stray thought, but with each passing second, the feeling was becoming so intense, at some moments, for a second or two, she was feeling a thick phallus thrusting into her, stretching her walls, inflicting intense pleasure. It terrorized her to feel being violated by a ghost, and she couldn't even think of a way to stop it from happening. Then she realized that whatever that was moving in her during those strange moments, it was moving in sync with the thrusting of the beast in the other room. She felt amazed and petrified at the same moment to realize that the new hybrid was affecting her in a way that she couldn't even dream of. He was affecting her mind and despite the distance and few thick walls between them, she felt completely naked and vulnerable before his supernatural ability.

Feeling a hard, ghostly thrust invading her womanhood once again, Michelle gasped and, involuntarily, cupped her loins and a breast as if trying to shield them from the invisible attack. Repulsed by how her body was getting aroused by the unnatural sensation, she diverted her gaze to the floor, in an effort to lessen the mental intrusion, only to find it didn't help even a bit. At the feeling of total helplessness, she looked at Ryan's room, only to find his terror filled eyes looking at her worriedly.

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Finally, through the mental connection, Ayla felt that Nobo was about to achieve his virgin-orgasm and waited, pleadingly, till she get the permission to release her own orgasm. He thrust hard one last time and with deafening roar, buried his bloated penis into her as deep as he could and started injecting the seeds. She received the permission for release in unison with his own release and when it got to her, she realized that it wasn't anything gentle as a 'permission', it was an iron-rule command to, whether she was ready or not, orgasm at once. That command had similarities with the mental attack she had experienced before, and she got a feeling that, with that mental command, even if she hadn't been as horny as she was at that time, she might have orgasmed. After finally getting the heavenly relief of an orgasm, she felt as if a whole ocean's worth of pleasure was being let free through her loins at once. She wasn't used to experiencing such an intense torrent of pleasure, and while violently convulsing, she dug her nails into Nobo's back as she entered the ultimate orgasm that shattered her mind as it got overloaded with carnal pleasure. 

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Finally, the hybrid buried his manhood as deep as he could into the writhing girl's womanhood and let out a vibrating roar, announcing his orgasm. Ryan was thrown back as if he got hit with a shock-wave and felt as if he got paralyzed with some unseen terror. At the same time, in unison with the woman's wailing throes of orgasm, he heard a surprised gasp and a shuddering moan coming from Michelle. He turned to see Michelle also experiencing and orgasm as she shuddered on the bed, trying to reject or contain the mysterious climax that sprang out of nowhere.

Realizing that they were now dealing with something beyond their imagination, Ryan looked back at the climaxing monster in the other room, shuddering at the thought that, despite how impossible it may sound, the new hybrid was a greater threat than the one that had already caused so much damage to Michelle and him.

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Michelle heard a loud roar coming from the other room and before she could even look at that direction, she was hit by an intense mental attack. To her horror, she lost control of her body and as she fell on to the bed, her body got wrecked by an orgasm. Despite the arousal, she had been nowhere near an orgasm, and she felt her treacherous body obeying a command to orgasm as if it was a dog that was being told to fetch.

After recovering from the orgasm that had ambushed her, Michelle curled herself into fetal position and started to slowly sob. She felt humiliated and violated in a whole new way. After the hellish past few days, she had thought that she had experienced all the humiliation the world could throw at her, but she was proven wrong by this experience. 

Michelle could hear the other woman still moaning loud from her unending orgasm, and she realized that whatever she had experienced was a minor thing compared to what that woman was experiencing; her moans carried a hint of insanity within them. When the moans receded into light whimpers, Michelle wiped her tears, sat and looked at the other room. The hybrid had finally let the poor woman's shapely legs go free, and they were hanging loosely over the bed while her body shuddered with aftershocks. The guy was still hovering over the barely-conscious woman with his manhood still firmly lodged in her pulsing womanhood. Excess of the seeds and their body fluids were dripping down from their point of union, and it seemed the beast had deposited an unnecessarily large quantity of his essence in her welcoming depths.

After some time, the hybrid started to get up and slowly pull his, now softening, manhood out from the woman's, saturated and stretched, passage. After most of his thickness had slid out, Michelle noticed that, suddenly, it stopped coming out, and the woman's vulva started to slightly bulged outward. When he started pulling harder, the half-conscious woman started to moan loud, and her vagina started to bulge out even more as if he was pulling out something very big from her passage. She started breathing hard and throw her head from side to side as if she was trying to give birth to something. Finally she opened her eyes wide and gave a painful cry while grabbing the bed sheet. At that moment, Michelle looked down at the woman's loins and found her vaginal lips being spread wide as, something the size of a tennis ball, being pulled out of her opening, painfully stretching the tight ring of muscles. The woman gave out a sharp yelp when the swollen penis-head popped out of her, unleashing a torrent of frothy mixture on to the bed.

Upon looking at the transformed manhood of the hybrid, Michelle realized that the penis head that had once looked like a Lychee fruit, was now shining smooth and had swollen to a size of a tennis ball. Being a woman herself, she wondered how an instrument like that, combined with his ability bend the penis, would feel inside her. But even the thought of something like that being forcefully pulled out of her opening was enough to make her shudder.

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Lisa and Vas were looking at the monitor, with big eyes, not trying to hide their genuine amazement as the screen showed Nobo leaving the room as a matured man.

"This is amazing!" Lisa said, finally breaking the silence in the room.

"Yes, it is. I'm...still finding it hard to believe, even after seeing it with my own eyes. This is beyond my predictions," Vas said with a hint of worry.

"I'm not as educated as you on this subject, but even I can tell that this is a major breakthrough in our project. Even though this control room is pretty far from that room, I felt the last one and I'm still feeling wet from it. No wonder the other girl didn't stand a chance and came on the spot. I'm kind of worried about Ayla. I hope she was able to handle all that. I better go check on her," Lisa said while getting ready to leave.

Vas nodded to let her know that it was the right decision and watched her leave the room. Despite being very happy about Nobo's excellent performance, he couldn't ignore the nagging worry in his heart. From what he had seen, it was as if the evolution of the hybrids had skipped few generation in Nobo's case. Originally Vas had expected abilities as powerful as these to appear in Nobo's grandchildren. And he also hadn't expected to see such a huge change in Nobo, during his first mating.

As a scientist, Vas knew that despite the outcome, any unpredictable results in an experiment was something to be worried about. According to his experience, anything unpredictable or unexplainable, always carried a hidden danger with them and instinctively, he was fearing the uncertainty of that hidden danger.

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Soon after the exhausted woman was helped out from the room by the lovely, pregnant woman Ryan had seen before, the maid came to prepare Michelle for her own breeding session. By now, he was used to the sequence of events and knowing what was about unfold before his eyes, he cursed the maid for making his beloved girlfriend look stunningly beautiful for another man's pleasure.

Unlike in the first few days, very few words were being exchanged between the couple, and Ryan knew that it was mainly due to the feeling of guilt that both of them carried within them. Despite the lack of communication, both knew about the deep love they carried for each other and an occasional meeting of eyes and a smile, from time to time, reaffirmed the bond.

Michelle reappeared wearing a beautiful and innocent yellow, silk summer-dress that reached down to her mid-thighs and matching yellow sandals. She looked beautiful and vibrant as the morning sun, but Ryan felt his guts knot, knowing that, soon, that beauty and innocence would be ravaged by a violent beast. It broke his heart, every time, when witnessed the beast being so violent and rough with his sweetheart; he had never been so rough with her during their love-making and had always treated her as if she was a princess. But the beast took pleasure in treating her like trash and using her like some kind of cheap sex-toy; sometimes, while even looking straight into his eyes to intentionally hurt his pride. The thing that hurt him the most was how his girlfriend actually started to love the subjugation and humiliation. The beast received great satisfaction by making her wail and orgasm as he sexually owned and bred the weaker man's woman. But his ultimate humiliation didn't come from either the beast or Michelle; it came from himself: the raging hard-on he had every time when he was humiliated. It was his ultimate humiliation: being turned on by the humiliation.

Ryan was jerked back to reality from a buzzer sound and realized that Toshi had already come for the breeding and was waiting for Michelle to press the button and open the door. Despite his meager hope, he knew that she would definitely and willingly open the door to be bred by the beast; in fact, he had a feeling that, now days, she was actually looking forward to it. She had never been the same after the fateful day that he had betrayed her trust by breaking the promise, and he knew that she becomes a completely different person when she is in the presence of Toshi.

Michelle's light-blue eyes met his for a second and Ryan wondered if it was pity that he saw in her eyes. Letting out a big sigh, she slowly walked towards the door, showing how beautifully her shapely legs moved in rhythm as her wide hips swayed to balance the motion. Even the, relatively conservative, dress failed to hide her mesmerizing bubble-butt and hour-glass figure as she stood in front of the door, pondering for a moment. Slowly, her lithe hand started to lift-up to the button as if they were being operated by someone else and, with a metallic sound, the door opened, offering her luscious body to the horny beast to feast upon.

The beast didn't even spare a moment to appreciate the radiant beauty of the girl that was offering herself to him and quickly moved her to the bed to indulge on his carnal needs. She kept looking at him with an intense gaze as he spread her unresisting legs to gain access to the pleasure zone that laid between those spread thighs. When he positioned himself between her long, bent legs and didn't even bother about shredding the beautiful dress to pieces, Ryan knew that the beast was very horny and most probably, the maid mustn't have offered Michelle the luxury of an underwear. Toshi fumbled with his hand between their loins, and she took in a deep breath and closed eyes, expecting a rough intrusion. The first thrust brought out a feminine gasp from Michelle, and by reaction, her long legs and arms wrapped around the hulking man that kept feeding the thick meat-log into her hungry hole.




Beast and the Beauties Ch. 05



As Toshi's hips moved between Michelle's ,spread, creamy-smooth thighs in a rough and erratic manner, the lower part of the summer-dress started to bunch around her waist and one of the sandals fell on to the bed due to the chaos of movements. Hey breasts swayed according the rhythm of the thrusts her pelvis absorbed, and Ryan was able to see her erected nipples poking though the thin fabric of the dress, trying to reach the man who had made them hard. Her slender body, sensually, arched upward every time he lunged hard and explored deeper regions of her womb. His powerful thrusting pushed air out of her lungs, making her moans and wails even louder, making them penetrate the glass wall and leak in to Ryan's room. Ryan kept on watching his petite girlfriend being defiled by the hulking man and being stretched and penetrated by its humongous and hideous manhood as it sought to put his descendant into her womb.

Ryan knew that Michelle has already accepted her fate to be bred by the man that had sexually conquered her, and he also knew that at this rate, soon, he would be watching the, taut, flat belly of his girlfriend being stretched and swell with a bastard child. He knew that there were a ton of things to be worried about and think about. He wanted to close his eyes and ears, and concentrate about saving themselves from apparent doom. If he could save her before the devil's seeds take root, there was a chance that they could escape this hell, unscathed, and begin anew.

"Ohhhh...yesss...ooooooh...deeper...deeeeperr... AH!!...yeessss...yessssAGH!...that's it...that's it, baby!...Fuck me...fuck me good!"

Michelle's moans and wails were getting louder as she neared an orgasm, and her hips were beginning to hump back, aiding the beast's efforts to drill into her. Ryan was able to hear the distinct noise of squelching coming from the tight seals of their point of union, and knew that she was primed for a climax. Suddenly, Toshi turned his head, looked directly at him with a smug smile and started jackhammering into Michelle, wringing out even more pleads and wails from her.

"AH! AH! AH! YES! AAAH! Fu...Fuck! Fuck me! Fuck ME!"

Ryan knew that, by doing that, Toshi was basking in the power of dominance he has over Ryan, and was rubbing it in his face by making her orgasm and show that he owns her. He couldn't believe how much anger and hatred that low-life could incite in him. Every thrust he delivered into Michelle's womb was a stab to his heart and pride.

Ryan knew he shouldn't play into Toshi's teasing. He knew he should close his eyes; instead, he found himself, mesmerized, looking keenly at how Toshi's hips moved between Michelle's thighs, how she used her long,wrapped legs to lift her pelvis to receive his thrusts and how her facial expressions contorted with pleasure, each time he bottomed-out. 

Ryan knew he should close his ears to block out his senses from what was happening to his girlfriend in the other room; instead, he was curiously listening to the creaking of the bed, squelching of their sexes, slapping of the flesh, and her moans of pleasure and pleads of desperation.

Ryan knew he should turn around and deny Toshi the satisfaction of seeing his agony; instead, he felt his hand sliding down his pants, toward the raging hard-on that was begging for some kind of attention.

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As Ryan started to feel uncomfortable by the wet and sticky mess in his pants, he watched the giant taking his usual post-coital nap, snoring out-loud while holding Michelle's, delicate and naked, body close to him with his strong right-arm. The, once beautiful and elegant, dress laid in tatters on the bed, and her raven-hair had become a tangle of mess during the intense breeding. After having orgasmed numerous times, her curvaceous body showed obvious sings of exhaustion as she partially laid on the huge body, giving Ryan a good view of her heart-shaped ass. Under the possessive embrace of Toshi's arm, she rested her head on his big chest-muscle while draping her long, shapely right-leg over his thighs, barely touching his, now softened, manhood. This created an enough gap between her legs for Ryan to see the excess of Toshi's semen, still, slowly oozing out from her, now gaping, opening. Ryan guessed that it would keep flowing-out for some more time since her little body had received, three, huge dosages of his thick cum and thanks to the nonhuman pressure he had delivered them, most probably, her womb should be filled to the brim with the vile and dangerous goo.

Having found his own momentary release with his own hands, Ryan's mind was being cleared of carnal thoughts and was going back to its critical thinking. He noticed that unlike the first days, Michelle wasn't trying to escape the clutches of her rapist, as soon as she got the chance. Most of the time, as soon as the giant dozed-off, she would sneak out from the bed and go straight into the bathroom; his guess was, she was trying to drain-out the invading seeds from her womb. He knew that, given the copious amounts of cum that were being shot into the deepest parts of womanhood, a simple douche wasn't going to do much as a pregnancy prevention, but still, it was better than nothing and a major sign of her refusal to accept Toshi. 

But now, Michelle wasn't showing any sign of her desire to leave the brute's side and it seemed to Ryan as if she was trying to press the softness of her breasts and nakedness against his hard body as much as she could. Then to his horror, Ryan noticed that, with the soft fingers, Michelle was sensually tracing the lines of his well-defined muscles, admiring the god-like body. He knew that, for a passionate woman like Michelle, it wasn't abnormal to be amorous during the moment of passion and lust, and act in the manner she acts while being fucked by Toshi. But he couldn't justify her acting so affectionately towards the brute, even when she wasn't under his spell of lust.

At that moment, Ryan realized that what ever the magic he was using, on Michelle, was starting to affect her, and it was only a matter of time before he would completely lose his beloved girlfriend. He could bear the pain of having to watch someone else claiming her body, but he couldn't even think about bearing the pain of having to watch someone else, slowly and gradually, claim her heart. 

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Few hours later, Michelle was alone in her room, refreshed and decent after the visit from the maid. From the long and comfy robe she was wearing, Ryan figured that their captors weren't planing to put her through another breeding session for the day. After the meal, while sitting on the bed, she kept looking into the empty air, wearing a pained expression, lost in deep thoughts as if she was making a life-changing decisions.

Finally, gathering enough courage, Ryan decided that it was time to break the stalemate of guilt-driven silence and talk as a couple once again.

"Sweetie, are you alright?"

Michelle turned and looked at him as if he was part of a dream. After looking at his worried face for few moments, she replied, "I...I don't know, Ryan. I don't know."

Fresh tears started to flow from her blue eyes as she kept asking the question herself: is she alright?

"Michelle, I know we both have guilts that we wish to never talk about. But that doesn't change the fact that we love each other. We have to put our faith on that love. It will lead us out of this hell," Ryan said with loving stare.

A small smile decorated her lips with the realization that, after all that had happened, he sill loves her.

"I love you Ryan. I really do...But I'm starting feel as if I'm starting to lose myself. I'm starting get feelings that I never should. I can't bring myself to tell you what they are. But It's scares me, Ryan. Those feelings scares me. I don't want to lose you," Michelle said through her tears and started sobbing.

Ryan took few moments to let her answer sink into him. He realized that his fears were right.

"You are starting to get feelings for him, aren't you? I was starting to realize it too," Ryan said with a sigh.

Michelle quickly looked through her teary eyes as if she had gotten caught while doing something wrong.

"I'm sorry Ryan, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me," Michelle pleaded through tears.

"That bastard is filling me with things other than his cum. I can feel it every time he shoots in me. Being fucked, and forced to cum all the time is turning my head into a mush. That pregnant bitch kept telling me that sex and love are separate things. I'm sure she knew it wasn't the truth. She was trying to trick me, and I fell for it," Michelle told with a little anger in her voice. Then with a sad expression, she said, "I know I'm trying to find excuses for being a slut. I'm sorry Ryan, your girlfriend is a slut. I'm a slut." 

Michelle broke down in to hysterical crying. Ryan wanted to put his hand through the thick glass wall and give her a loving and supportive embrace; he knew she was desperate for it too. 

Ryan waited for her to calm down a little and said, "No you are not, my love. You are just a normal woman. Even without this strange stuff, that you said, he puts in you, after being fucked and forced to cum day and night, any normal woman would have their will wavered. Even a stone-slab would break if you keep hitting it."

Ryan realized that things were getting gloomier and darker by the minute. He knew that if something wasn't done, both of them would end up even more depressed. 

"Hell, look at that hunk and his junk. I don't think I'll last even two hours if I was you." Ryan said with a little comical laugh to lighten the mood.

Michelle looked at him with a surprised expression. She wanted to be angry with him for making light of the situation, but she couldn't stop falling in love all over again with him for doing that. She though that a little joke was just what they needed to lighten-up the mood and if they have to salvage their sad fate to do that, so be it.

"Just to let you know, it hurts like a bitch during the first few times," Michelle said with a teasing smile while wiping her tears.

Both of them looked at each other for a moment and burst into laughs. In normal circumstances, it wasn't something to laugh about. But in that dark place, they were looking desperately for chance to laugh and taste some happiness. They laughed and laughed until tears appeared in their eyes.

When the laughter died down, Ryan took on a serious expression. 

"Sweetie, I have my own confession to make," he said, struggling to continue.

"Do you think I didn't notice your little fetish about seeing me getting fucked by another man?" Michelle asked while narrowing her eyes.

Ryan was so surprised, he couldn't come up with a quick enough answer. 

"Ryan, I'm your girlfriend. Just as you know how I think, I know how you think too. I doesn't take much for a girl to go through her boyfriend's browser history to find out what his fetishes are," Michelle said with a smile.

Coming out from his shock, Ryan said with in a teasing manner, "So you were spying on me?"

"I call it 'getting to know my boyfriend'. Plus, no matter how much I was distracted by that cock in me, it's pretty hard to miss you jerking like no tomorrow," Michelle said with a little laughter.

"I...I thought you would be upset if you get to know. Here you gave-up your body to save me, and I'm getting my rocks off by watching you getting raped. I'm sorry. I know it is wrong. But I couldn't stop it, and I don't think I will be able to stop it. I'm a fucking pervert," he said while trying to hide his shame.

Silence prevailed in both rooms till Michelle brought up her voice.

"Well, you are a pervert, and I'm a slut; so what? That's not the end of the world. We still love each other and that's all that matters," she said in a bit stern tone.

Then while looking at him with a curious stare and a mischievous smile, she asked, "So, how hard did you get by watching me getting fucked by that beast?"

Ryan looked at her with a shock. He knew that, with that question, Michelle had given him the key to a new level of their relationship, a level that had existed only in his dreams so far. He knew that their future will be decided by the answer he gives and once he has chosen a path, their would be no turning back; he asked himself what his heart really wants.

"It was the best fucking hard-on ever," Ryan said, looking straight into her light-blue eyes.

"I can see that even talking about it is enough to get you excited," Michelle said, pointing at the tent that was being erected in his pants.

"Yeah, looks like it is," Ryan said while looking down at his rising hard-on.

Michelle kept looking at her boyfriend's hard-on for a moment as if she was trying to decide something. Then with her eyes over-flowing with love, she looked at him.

"I'm not going to let my boyfriend be the only one around here that goes without getting any action. Baby, pull that chair over here and show me how much you liked watching me get fucked by that big cock. We are going to talk about how much I liked it, and we are both going to love it," Michelle said while opening her robe and spreading her legs to send her fingers towards her loins.

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Both rooms were filled with sighs of satisfaction and heavy breaths of exhaustion. Michelle laid on the bed with her perky breasts rising and falling as she tried to breath in more oxygen to calm down her spasming body and the racing heart. She looked at how her excitement covered the fingers that had brought out the best self-orgasm she has ever felt.

"Wow," Michelle said with obvious satisfaction and surprise.

"Wow indeed," Ryan said, matching Michelle's tone. He was heavily leaning on to the chair, with his pants around his ankles, as he breathed hard to recover from one of the best orgasms he has ever had in his life. His ejaculation had been so copious and strong, the glass wall in front of him was decorated with his semen. He couldn't believe that, without even touching him, Michelle had made him cum so hard. Her vivid describing of every little detail about being stretched and fucked by Toshi's giant cock, just by itself, should have been enough to send him into euphoria. Coupled with his beautiful girlfriend showing off her nakedness while dipping her fingers into her honey-pot as she described those things, had been enough to make him almost black-out as he shot out his load. The excitement and orgasm had been so intense, he felt as if, along with the thick load, he had drained-out his life force.

"Sweetie, I don't have enough words to describe how much I love you and how thankful I am to you for doing that. Baby, you are the best," Ryan said while still feeling out of breath.

Michelle let out a cute giggle when she heard him and said, "Well, you don't have to go all 'Romeo' on me and be thankful for that. I don't think you noticed while you were moaning and spraying the glass. I also came pretty hard. So we are even. To be honest, I didn't know I would would enjoy your little fetish this much."

Both of them let out a weak laugh, obviously still weak from their self-induced orgasms.

Silence dominated in both rooms for few more minutes until Michelle said, "Ryan," with a soft voice, condensing a huge amount of love into that single word.

"Yes, sweetie. What is it?" Ryan quickly answered, noticing the specialty of her calling.

"I'm the one who should thank you. I was about to lose my mind and lose you along with it. You saved me from it. I can still feel it in my mind, trying to change me little by little, but it's not as strong as before. I feel that, with you beside me, I could hold on for much longer and not lose myself," Michelle said while looking at the ceiling.

Ryan remained silent, realizing that she was making a statement.

Then Michelle sat-up and looked at Ryan. He saw fear staining her bright eyes.

"We might have bought more time for my heart, but I'm afraid that we are running out of time for my body," Michelle said.

"What do you mean?" Ryan asked, failing to grab the meaning of what she had said.

She looked down and gulped before saying, "I'm approaching my fertile period. With the amount of cum that bastard is daily putting in me, I don't think I'll be able to dodge a pregnancy. Sometimes, I can even feel him shooting directly into my womb." Then Michelle looked at him, with pleading eyes, as a tear-drop threatened to fall from her left eye and asked, "If I get pregnant with his child, would you still love me?" 

"Of course, you silly girl. Why would I not love you? I will always love you, no matter what," Ryan said with a loving stare.

Michelle couldn't stop sobbing after hearing Ryan's answer. Tears ran down her face, but she didn't try to wipe them away because they were tears of joy. Between her sobbing, she managed to say, "I love you Ryan."

"I love you too," Ryan replied while looking at his girlfriend. He knew that even though his love for her wouldn't change, a forced pregnancy would permanently scar her physically and mentally. He loved her too much to just let something like that happen to her and do nothing. At that moment, he decided that, even if it costs him his life, he would save her.

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Next day, after the visit from the maid, Michelle appeared from the bathroom as gorgeous as ever. She was wearing a circle-skirt that came down to her mid-thighs, a cotton crop-top that barely avoided an Australian-cleavage, and high-heel boots that came all the way up to her knees. The folds of the the very light material of the skirt, flowed beautifully around her shapely thighs and the swelled-roundness of her cheeks. Her beauty wasn't hindered by the gloomy mood anymore and she literally sparkled.

Ryan stood by the glass wall admiring his girlfriend's beauty. After the previous night, they had become a different couple and they exchanged wide smiles the moment their eyes met. She seductively to walked up to wall while taking an extra effort to swing her wide hips as the boots tapped the tiled floor. Stopping right before his eyes, she twirled around, making the skirt fan-out and make a perfect circle around her thin waist while showing off her neatly-trimmed pubes and the smooth roundness of her buttocks. After turning a full-round, she stopped, put her hands on the hips and asked with a smile, "So, what do you think?"

"Beautiful and sexy as hell," Ryan said while letting his gaze roam all over her beautiful body.

"Good, I want to look good for you," Michelle said while checking herself from the reflection of the glass.

"B...but..." Ryan stammered, uncertain of how to proceed with things.

"Look baby, if these bastards are going to throw us lemons, we are going to make lemonade out of them and rub it in their face," Michelle said with a serious face.

Then changing her expression back into a playful one, she said, "Get ready, lover boy. Your girlfriend is going to make your pervy little dream come true. Any special requests?"

Ryan had to make sure that he wasn't dreaming. He couldn't believe that his shy, little girlfriend was about let him live-out one of his great fantasies. He realized that what Michelle had said was completely true: they have to improvise and make use of what they got. He decided that if they are going to make lemonade, he's going to make sure that it's the sweetest lemonade ever. Then he though about her offer for requests. A sly smile came to his mouth at the realization that, finally, he was getting a chance to get back at Toshi for humiliating him.

"Say my name when you fuck him," Ryan said while looking deep into her bright eyes.

Michelle bit a corner of her lower lip while grinning wide; he had said, 'when you fuck him'. That meant, instead of letting Toshi have his way with her, she was to have her way with him.




Beast and the Beauties Ch. 06



This story contains parts with non-consensual sex, non-human relationship and subcategories of cuckolding. If you are offended by any of these subjects, please proceed at your own risk.

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After subduing the escape attempt, even an hour later, the base was still in disarray. The guards and workers were busy treating the wounded and trying to minimize the water damage done by the sprinkler system. Lisa was glad to hear that Boris had managed to stop the man from causing any major damage.

During the chaos, Lisa had remained in her room and had come out only after she had received the 'clear' message from Vas; it was as he had advised her, and she also knew she has to be safe for the sake of the new life within her.

Lisa was worried about Ayla and Nobo. After the initial mating, despite her advice to rest, Ayla had insisted on going back to Nobo and had requested a private room to spend her honey-moon with the young and horny hybrid. Despite Vas's worry about leaving them unmonitored, Lisa managed to convince him into providing the lady with some privacy by providing them a room, just like the one she and Boris have. But, for some reason, she couldn't stop being worried about them. The changes Ayla had displayed after being with Nobo, and Vas's unusual worry about Nobo, was making her restless. Ayla had come back to them only because she was there. So, she kind of felt responsible for Ayla's well-being. It had been nearly two days after the couple had barricaded themselves in their love nest, and Lisa was glad that she had enough foresight to put three days' worth of food and water in it. After all, she and Boris's honey-moon had lasted for three days and the only reason she had survived the non-stop breeding was because of food and water she had received during that time; at times, she even had to drink water while being fucked by the hormone crazed beast. Vas had theorized that a hybrid enters the honey-moon period when the female accepts the breeding and welcome the impregnation; with that mental admission, the female starts to release a certain kind of pheromone that triggers the honey-moon state of the hybrid. During that period, a hybrid is too occupied with sex to notice any threats, and too exhausted to confront them; which is why, Lisa was extremely worried.

Even though it hadn't been even two days, Lisa decided that, after the chaos, she has to check on the mating-couple to make sure that they were alright. Before leaving the room, by habit, she checked herself from the mirror and realized that, no matter how much of a hurry she was in, she was in no condition to leave the privacy of the room; thanks to the sprinklers that had gone off, all her clothes were drenched, and the white-gown had become too transparent to provide any modesty. With a staff of African guards roaming around, it wasn't a good idea for a beautiful white-lady to walk around half-naked; Vas trusted them, but she didn't; she knew that, when it came to self-control in sexual matters, hybrids and human-males didn't show much difference.

Putting on a half-wet robe over the wet gown, Lisa hurried down the hall. Vas had advised her, with her condition, not to visit Nobo or Toshi without his permission or at least two guards. With the condition the base was in, she knew that, either, wouldn't be available at the moment, but she was too worried about Ayla and Nobo to wait for things to calm-down; after all, Nobo was like her own son, her favorite, what harm could a short visit do?

When Lisa approached her destination, she was glad to find the door to the honey-moon couple's room, still closed. When Ayla had first entered, she had locked the door from inside, but Lisa and Vas had master-keys that could open any door in the facility. When she got close to the door to put the key in, she suppressed a giggle when a thumping sound came from inside. The couple was too occupied to notice the commotion that had occurred outside their love-nest; the sound of a bed-frame hitting the wall in uniform intervals was a clear indication to their well-being. With the rutting couple being distracted enough to miss the sound of gun shots, she didn't worry about them hearing the sound of an opening door.

The moment the door cracked-open, Lisa smelled the unmistakable odor of sex, and heard moans and grunts of uninhabited sex. Since the workers were running around in the hallways, she quickly entered the room and closed the door behind her; she didn't want any of the staff to intrude on the lovers' privacy. With the door securely closed behind her, she was now in the domain of a breeding couple. She was immediately enveloped by the darkness of the room. Only indications to the, unmistakably, copulating pair were the sounds and the smells that emanated from their carnal ballade. The air was overwhelmingly thick with musk, semen and sweat; the staleness of those odors, gave a hint of the non-stop passion and added more wildness to the atmosphere.

Lisa felt the immediate reaction of her body to the pheromone-saturated air. Her eyes were still getting used to the darkness of the room, but, surprisingly, in that thick darkness, she knew exactly what was happening on the bed; through the torrent of mental messages she was being bombarded, she had a vague idea about how Ayla and Nobo were indulging in their carnal union. From experience, she knew that those messages weren't specifically targeting her; the mating-couple was acting as a beacon that broadcast those lust-filled mental-images.

When she concentrated on those feelings, Lisa noticed something odd. Out of the two distinguishable feelings she felt, one had exhaustion and weakness written all over it. Breaking out of the lust spell, Lisa quickly reached for a switch on the wall.

As bright light flooded into the room, Lisa was greeted by the scene of a huge, muscular man thrusting, from above, into a voluptuous lady that was lying on her face. The luxurious swell of the Ayla's buttocks were absorbing the impact of his pelvis as Nobo drilled her womanhood with his thick and long phallus. Their bodies were drenched in a mixture of water and sweat as their flesh slapped with wet sounds. Her shapely, but limp, legs were spread apart just enough to allow the swaying of his hips to saw his tool into her well-stretched passage. As a result of abundant sexual fluids and churning, her swollen, nether-lips were covered in a white froth as the sliding shaft kept adding more and more to it. Lisa couldn't tell whether the bed was soaked with bodily-fluids or water from sprinklers, but big patches of dried stains on the bed-sheet were obvious to her.

With a weak, but lustful moan, Ayla's voluptuous figure started to shudder as another orgasm passed through her while Nobo continued his thrusting, nonchalantly, as if an orgasm from the woman he was breeding was just another moan. The weak hold she had on the bedsheets tightened a little as she went through the orgasm, and relaxed right after the sexual hight. Lisa couldn't stop the throbbing in her loins after witnessing such a lust-inducing scene in that intoxicating atmosphere, but out of concern for Ayla's obvious weakened state, she ignored her desires and observed the supplies she had left in the room.

Lisa was terrified to find that, despite their continuous mating, the water and food were barely touched throughout the course of two days. From the way Nobo was vigorously breeding Ayla, she figured that he wasn't in any danger, but Ayla was in obvious need of rest and help.

"Ayla, honey are you alright?" Lisa asked in a concerned tone.

All Ayla managed to let out was a broken-groan as her body received Nobo's powerful thrusts.

"Nobo, stop for a second. She needs help," Lisa told to the humping giant, but the only response she got from him was an annoyed-grunt. She thought for a second about going back to let Vas know about the situation and getting help, but didn't want to waste even a second while doing that. With the confidence based on being very familiar with Nobo, Lisa decided that she could, somehow, persuade the horny, mating-machine to free his breeding-partner.

"Nobo, listen! Stop!... Stop right now!" Lisa gave a stern command, but Nobo acted as if she didn't even exist in the room.

Lisa felt a angry with Nobo for breaking her confidence and trust about her being close to him and know him. With that, she made-up her mind about using the last option, the option that Vas had told her to use only in emergencies.

"NOBO! STOP!" Lisa gave a command while laying the soft palm of her hand on the middle of the ripped and sweaty small-back of Nobo; it was the method to issue a prime command. Through countless hours of training, he had been trained to obey a command received in that fashion.

Nobo's thrusting stopped as if emergency brakes were engaged. He still had his manhood buried deep within the warmth of Ayla's, sodden, silky-softness. His instinct and desire to thrust his hips and breed the fertile woman was overwhelming, but the training managed to keep his body still.

"Get off the bed!" Lisa issued the next command while making sure that she was placing her palm on the right position and in the right angle.

Nobo looked at Lisa with his eyes full of hatred; it was obvious that he didn't like to be disturbed while he was trying to breed a woman. She felt a shiver run through the spine from the threating look he gave her; she wanted to escape that intense, hair-raising intimidation, but decided to show a brave face and show him that she was in control.

Lisa felt a huge relief as Nobo finally let go of Ayla's wide hips and pulled out his thick and throbbing manhood out of her sodden birth-canal. Ayla let out a weak moan as the thick shaft left her warm sheath, releasing a torrent of fluids from previous inseminations.

Nobo let the limp, glistening and beautiful female body fall onto the stained mattress and walked away from the bed as if he was being forced to give away his most valuable possession.

Taking the opportunity, Lisa quickly approached exhausted Ayla.

"Ayla, talk to me. Can you stand up?" Lisa asked while turning Ayla onto her back.

Finally being free of the continuous, physical and mental sexual enchantment, Ayla started to feel the overwhelming needs of her own fragile body.

After partially opening her unfocused eyes, "Water," Ayla whispered to Lisa.

Lisa quickly opened a water bottle, put it to Ayla's dried lips and started to quench the thirst of her weakened friend. She made sure to let Ayla drink, little by little, until she regain enough energy to hold the bottle herself.

After few minutes, Ayla managed to sit on the bed and answer Lisa's questions about whether she was alright. At that moment, after seeing Ayla being energetic enough to sit, Nobo started to approach the bed to finish the breeding he had to postpone.

Seeing him approaching the bed, Lisa quickly stood between the bed and Nobo, and said, "Nobo, not now!"

Nobo was running on auto-pilot to breed as much as he could, and Lisa was obviously testing the limits now; he managed to contain the anger and tried to gently push her out away from his path, but Lisa wasn't planning to let him have his way. She kept telling him to stay away from his mate, and kept pushing his hands away.

Finally, after reaching the limit of his patience, Nobo grabbed onto Lisa's robe and yanked it, expecting her to follow it and move out of the way, but instead, after a tearing noise, remains of her robe remained in his clenched hand.

The lack of robe exposed the white, wet gown that had become almost transparent, and exposing all the sensuous swells and curves, it was clinging on to Lisa's body. The swell of her breasts jiggled as she scurried to cover the darkened and erect nipples that were threatening to pierce through the thin material; underneath those, the wet cloth exposed the swell of her midriff that carried a new life and her round derrière.

Suddenly, Nobo felt a new passion brewing within his loins. Both he and his instinct knew that, in her condition, Lisa was useless as a breeding partner for him, and most of all, she was his father's new mate. But he felt a new desire seeping into his conscience: a desire to show his dominance to the arrogant woman who was trying to deny his supreme right to breed; a desire to feel the warmth of the woman he had his first crush on; a desire to prove his dominance by claiming a woman who belonged to another male; a desire to mate with a woman who was carrying the child of another male. But most of all, the desire to taste the forbidden fruit: the mate of his own father.

Lisa felt a cold chill run through her body as Nobo's piercing gaze scanned her partial nudity. The fire in his eyes hinted at what kind of emotions were running in his brain, but the explicit mental messages she received didn't leave any room to misinterpret his true desires. Those lusty messages and the responding tingling she felt in her loins were captivating and mesmerizing, but the faint movement in her womb brought her back to the reality. She remembered that, as an expecting mother, all her priorities should concentrate on the life she carries within her; Nobo, in his sexual craze, could pose a threat to the fragile unborn. Furthermore, even though she was betrayed first, she had already betrayed a husband. After that, the man who had put a life in womb hadn't betrayed her even once, and he proved to be a better husband to her than the first one. So, Lisa didn't intended to be a betrayer once again.

Sensing the eminent danger, Lisa took a step towards the closed door, but before she could take another step, she felt strong hands taking hold of her, and turning her towards the bed Ayla was on. She wanted to reach Nobo's back with her hand and issue a prime command to let her go, but with her facing away from him, it was an impossible task, unless she could somehow find an opportunity to turn around. Then she felt one of his hands putting pressure onto the back of her neck, forcing her to bend over the bed. By her instinct, to protect her pregnant belly, abandoning any chance to turn around, she put her hands on the mattress and prevented herself from falling over. With the added weight of the pregnancy, she wasn't agile or strong enough to perform any tricks to escape the strong clutches that held her down. At that moment, she realized she was now at the mercy of a hormone crazed, horny, teenage hybrid.

"Please, Nobo, I treated you like a son. Don't make me do this. I beg you. Please," Lisa started to plead as her tears began to stain the bed-sheet.

Then she felt a hand sliding up along the back of her smooth thighs, lifting the wet cloth, exposing the petals of her femininity and the globes of her luxurious rear.

"Think of your father. I have his baby in me. You don't want to hurt me, don't you?" Lisa attempted a last-ditch-effort to wake-up Nobo from his lust-craze.

As a reply, Nobo slid his middle-finger, up and down, along the quivering nether-lips few times and after gathering enough lubrication, sank it between the glistening and inviting petals to feel womanly-warmth of his father's woman.

"AaaaH! Nobo! Don't!" Lisa gasped as Nobo's thick digit started to pump and gain depth.

Nobo curled his finger and started to stimulate a pleasure-spot that made Lisa's hips dance, involuntarily, with his hand.

"Oh god! Oh! What? Ah! Ugh! No!"

Coupled with the mental stimulation, to Lisa, Nobo's finger felt amazing as it skilfully ignited flames of lust in her loins while sapping her will and strength; she was a butterfly that had gotten entangled in his web of carnal pleasure; the more she struggled, the more she was getting entangled.

"Oh..Oh..Oooh..OOOh..OOOOH!"

Tears stopped streaming down from her eyes as they half-closed, and only moans escaped her partially opened lips as Nobo skilfully brewed an orgasm within the loins of the pregnant woman; his mating partner, Ayla, had a lot to offer to him, and during passed two days, he had eagerly learned all she could teach him about sensual parts of women.

Nobo had finished entrapping his pray into the web, and the beautiful forbidden-fruit was wrapped-up and ready to be devoured and savored.

Lisa was at the edge of an orgasm when the exploring finger left her quivering sheath. She was glad and sad at the same time; she was sad because she was denied the release when she was so close, but was glad she didn't orgasm and betray her lover, Boris. 

Those conflicting emotions were short-lived when a, thicker, intruder spread opened her feminine curtains and trespassed her forbidden ground, filling and stretching her passage even more while flooding her loins and brain with a torrent of pleasure. Her convulsing body elated as it was finally granted the euphoria of release, but her heart wailed and wept as her fidelity got shattered into bits. Lisa grit her teeth, groaned, clenched the drenched bed-sheet with her small fists, and tried to deny the fact that she was cumming on a cock that shouldn't be in her, before it even fully enter.

Even before she had stopped cumming, Nobo started to pound into Lisa's warmth and strengthened the mental linkage. She was glad that he wasn't utilizing the full length of his shaft to claim her, and thought that maybe he was still concerned about the baby; after all, it was his half-brother. She felt as if she was being suspended on a never-ending orgasm as their bodies and minds found a perfect rhythm to continue the mating; it wasn't hard enough to threaten her unborn, and it wasn't soft enough to make her bore. She had never experienced such a bizarre feeling before: she felt as if she was cumming on a hard cock while sinking the same shaft into a climaxing vagina; it was as if she was controlling the hard-pole herself to bring out the maximum pleasure; it was as if she was controlling the depth, angle and force of each thrust; it was as if she had grown a cock and fucking herself. She let go of all the inhibitions for a moment and enjoyed the carnal heaven, savoring each and every movement and moment.

Once again, the room was filled with sounds and smell of sex. With slapping sounds, Nobo's hard body met Lisa's soft body as he dipped his manhood and stretched her passage, quenching his thirst to indulge in forbidden pleasure. Her shapely calves were strained as she desperately stood on her curled toes to achieve the best angle. Murky secretions flowed down along the inside of her soft thighs, showing evidences of her body and mind's betrayal. Her swollen, but firm, belly, moved with her body as her lower-body received and absorbed the carnal pounding. Her enhanced breasts hung underneath her, freely swinging around as the heavy ram battered the locked gates of her sown grounds. Hinting at her expecting motherhood, threatening to join wetness of the bed-sheet, two milky droplets hung at the end of her erect and darkened nipples as they swung around with her soft breasts.

Added with the hormone surge that occur with pregnancy, she was helpless against the devil's flirtations. Lisa knew she was committing adultery once again. Her body was betraying her, and she knew she was betraying her lover, Boris. But the sexual-enchantment Nobo had put on her was too powerful to breakthrough with sheer willpower. She desperately wanted to reject all illicit feelings, but couldn't stop her sheath from milking the phallus that was pillaging her fidelity. It was a new feeling: she was experiencing the hell of unbearable pain of a broken heart while experiencing the heaven of bottomless carnal pleasure.

Lisa looked at Ayla, who was sitting on the bed, now looking intensely at her rape while fingering herself; despite the obvious look of exhaustion, she had a faint smile on her lips as she brought herself towards an orgasm. 




Beast and the Beauties Ch. 06



To Lisa, that smile looked as if Ayla was teasingly smiling at the irony of the situation. The woman who had once lectured an innocent girl about love and sex being separate things, was now finding it hard to follow her own principles as she desperately hung on to strands of loyalty. She knew Ayla wasn't actually smiling like that; she was laughing at her own irony, and it was being reflected through Ayla's smile.

Finally, Nobo groaned loud and rooted his manhood into Lisa's, milking, wet hole. With that sharp thrust, Nobo's scrotum smacked against Lisa's quivering clitoris, splashing her excitement everywhere, and she felt the sharp, but pleasurable, pain of getting her cervix poked by a hard stick. The deep intrusion must have awaken Nobo's, still unborn, half-brother, and she felt a movement in her womb as she felt the area around her cervix being stretched by something that was being expanded inside her; realization hit her that it must be Nobo's, unique, expanding crown that was stretching the deepest parts of her vagina. Then she felt the unmistakable sensation of her cervix being bathed by a powerful, thick, hot stream; it was one of things that made her orgasm, almost every time, when she was with Boris; she was being defiled and rewarded at the same time. Letting go of final strands, Lisa's tear-filled eyes turned up, clutched the bed-sheet and howled. That howl carried the unmeasurable pleasure and the unmeasurable pain of having to betray her love. Both her tears and a mixture of Nobo's seeds and her ejaculation surrendered to the gravity as a testament to her conflicting emotions.

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The infirmary's door opened and Lisa walked in while supporting Ayla, who was having a hard time walking on her own. Even though Lisa was supporting another, she herself felt a bit unsteady on her feet.

Vas was at the infirmary, checking on one of the injured guards. For him, it was a big surprise to see the ladies at that place. Ayla obviously looked completely exhausted and in need of attention; he was able to somehow connect the dots and guess the reason for her condition. But, what worried him the most was, with her blushed faced, reddened eyes and ruffled hair, Lisa also looked warned-out, and for some reason, she was wearing torn remains of a robe that barely managed to serve its purpose.

Vas quickly walked up to the girls and while asking Lisa about her well-being, proceeded to help Ayla on to a bed.

Despite Vas's doubts and worries, Lisa managed to convince him that she was doing fine. She explained him of everything that had happened to Ayla, but didn't reveal anything that had happened between her and Nobo. She knew she should tell Vas about Nobo's sudden hostility towards her, but deep shame prevented her from doing that. At that moment, all she wanted to do was, quickly hand-over Ayla to Vas and take a bath before Boris get a chance to meet her; he would definitely smell Nobo on her, and she didn't want him to get any whiff of what Nobo had done to her.

Lisa thought it was a miracle that Nobo didn't kept breeding her; after he had shot his huge load at the door-step of her womb, he had just retired to the bathroom, leaving her to gather her thoughts and quickly escape the room with Ayla. Lisa looked at Ayla, who was lying on the bed and wondered whether she would keep her promise about not telling anyone about what happened between her and Nobo.

Without lingering around, Lisa quickly excused herself and walked towards her own room. She felt a new trail of Nobo's thick cum being drawn on her inner-thigh, tickling the sensitive skin as the gravity pulled-out more of the deposit Nobo had put deep inside her. When Nobo had finally let her go, she had tried her best to get rid of the evidences of her forced insemination, but knew, without the aid of a proper bath, his cum would seep out for a long time. After Nobo had forcefully pulled out the tennis ball sized knot, her opening was gaping wide and did little to stop the leakage.

Since Lisa was on her way to the bath, she didn't bother to stop the viscous drop from drawing even a longer trail along inside of her long leg. She wanted to hate Nobo for raping her, but to her ever-shame, she couldn't; even if it was a rape, it had felt too good to hate him. Her conscience screamed at her the name her husband had told her the last time she had spoken with him, "Whore!"

A tear drop joined the tiled floor, and a drop of semen joined it shortly afterward. 

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The waiting was the most agonizing thing. Ryan knew that his failure was going to cost Michelle dearly. The main reason he had tried the escape attempt was, she was entering her most fertile period. With that animal regularly flooding her womb with his vile semen, he knew it was only a matter of time before the conception. They had come into terms with her having to endure the rapes and even had turned the events in to their advantage by accepting a new mutual fetish, but having her suffer through a forced pregnancy wasn't something he could idly watch-by; he had to at least try to do something. He had failed, and Ryan knew he would have to suffer by watching his lovely girlfriend being violated.

The guards had Ryan's hands cuffed behind him to the bed to preventing him from doing anything adventurous, and a tape on his mouth to prevent him from saying anything. He knew they expected him to sit quietly on the bed and be a witness to Michelle's punishment. Two woman had taken Michelle into the bathroom, and he knew that they were preparing her for it. He once again brainstormed to figure out a way to prevent her punishment, but nothing plausible came to him mind. He was going to pay for his mistake. 

Suddenly the speaker came alive.

"Hello, Ryan," came the old man's, cold toned, voice.

"Even though I was busy with the chaos you have caused, I think I came-up with a decent punishment for our lovely little lady."

Ryan wanted to say many things to the corrupted man, but the tape was transforming all the words into intangible gibberish.

"I noticed your little game of cuckolding and besting Toshi at his own game. I was surprised and very impressed with you two; it's rare to see a couple that has a strong bond like you. I was going to let you two play your little game and let you have your fun, but your little adventure changed my mind."

There was a little pause and Ryan quietly waited to hear about the old man's sinister plan.

"Do you think your love and bond could withstand anything? I was going to let Toshi breed with your woman, and let you two keep your bond intact. But I'm going to change my plans a bit. I think you remember the new hybrid, Nobo. I'm sure you have experienced a portion of his abilities, first-hand. I'm curious, do you think your love could withstand his abilities? Better yet, do you think your lovely girlfriend could withstand both Toshi and Nobo?"

Ryan's eyes opened wide, and his muffled protests failed to lessen the danger his girlfriend was about face.

"I'm going to show you the real side of women. Watch how easily a faithful woman's will could break apart and become a slave to her own desires. Enjoy the destruction of your girl, and welcome to the other side of cuckolding."

Vas let out a genuine 'Mad scientist' laugh and remained silent for few seconds.

"On the other hand, I am a compassionate man. Let's make a deal. If she surpasses my expectations, and prove that she's above average women, I'll seriously consider about letting her go... Good luck!" 

The speakers went quiet, and Ryan squirmed to break free of the iron cuffs. The edges cut into his skin, but didn't show any sign of letting him free.

At that moment, the door of Michelle's bathroom opened and, assisted by the two woman that had gone in with her, Michelle came out wearing the kinkiest attire Ryan had ever laid his eyes upon.

Michelle's raven hair was neatly combed-back and was plaited into a single braid that stretched down the pale, soft skin of her back. Matching the shine of her black hair, a black-leather blindfold covered her eyes. To prevent her from taking it off, they had her arms cuffed behind her back, making her push her chest out. Around her neck was a thick and wide leather slave collar that covered half of her slender neck; the bright-red lipsticks on her succulent lips matched well with the shining black color of it. 

But the main attraction was what they had Michelle wearing. It was a leather strap body harness that emulated the shade of a one-piece bikini. Light reflected off of the polished finish of the black leather pieces, and those pieces were beautifully and masterfully interconnected with metal rings that were also polished to a shine. Like a contouring web, the straps hugged her slender body, highlighting all her sensuous and feminine curves, adding more flavor to her sexual-attractiveness. The attire left her delicate breasts untouched, letting them out into the world, unprotected and unsupported, through two diamond shaped spaces, to show off the natural firmness and beautiful shape they possessed. Decorating those two soft mounds of pleasure, her two flower buds were poking out from the middle, elevating its beauty up to a point that no man could resist. There was another small diamond shaped space that highlighted her cute bellybutton, and two more straps from her wide hips, headed towards her loins, in a V shape, leaving her groin completely bare. At first glance, anybody would have guessed that those straps would join to offer her a last hope of modesty, but upon closer inspection, Ryan noticed that they didn't in fact join and ran along the edges of her pubis-mound, bearing, highlighting and pushing her labia out to give an illusion as if her feminine flower was blooming to be penetrated. Then, instead of going back through the valley of her derriere, the straps traced along the cleft of the under-buns of her bulbous buttocks, lifting them up even more while leaving her mesmerizing ass unobstructed. At last, at the end of her long, lithe legs, two black ballet heel shoes decorated her legs, giving a mysterious kinkiness to the whole package; it looked so unnatural and hot when she was unsteadily walking, explaining why she had to be assisted out of the bathroom; it wasn't an easy feat to walk while wearing those shoes for the first time.

The two women made Michelle sit on her bed and left the room as if they were in a hurry. It took some time for her to realize that she was alone in her prison-cell and called out for Ryan, which puzzled him since she should have heard the door being closed. He tried to answer her calls but only his muffled voice came out. Normally, even through the glass wall, she should have picked up his muffled sound, but continued calling for him as if she didn't hear even a trace of his voice. As she moved her head around confusingly, he saw something in her ears; they had put ear-plugs in her ears, robbing her of any input sensory from the surrounding: she was basically blind and deaf.

Ryan realized that any further efforts to reach her would be futile, and remain defeated while Michelle desperately tried to reach her lover. It was his defeat, and he had no other choice but to be a spectator for his beautiful girlfriend's impending ordeal. He had no choice but to, once again, put his faith on the strength of his partner's will.

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Michelle was genuinely terrified. Let alone being rendered unable to walk properly or use her hands, she was rob of her vision and hearing. She was in total darkness and the only sounds she could hear were the drumming of her own racing heartbeat, breathing and her own voice. From the way the cold air brushed and licked against her most sensitive areas, she realized that whatever the women had put on her was leaving her completely vulnerable in that dark dungeon she was in. She hated darkness, and it terrified her to be so vulnerable and helpless in that mute blackness.

Michelle knew she was to face her punishment. The women had warned her that the old man was furious and any physical resistance would result very badly for Ryan. She made her mind to face the punishment bravely, and prove to the perverts that she was stronger than they think. They had designed a perfect illusionary dungeon to intimidate her, but she had Ryan's love to brave through whatever the ordeal she has to face. She had confidence of her love. She was ready, and she patiently waited.

Suddenly the air got thick and Michelle felt her whole body being covered with Goosebumps. She knew somebody or something alien was within the sphere of her surroundings, and by experience, she knew it wasn't Toshi; she had intimately spent enough time with him to know that. Whatever it was, she felt naked in front of that intimidating presence. Something was trying to talk to her, mentally. They weren't words, but it was telling something similar to, "I'm going to fuck you and breed you," Without her consent, her body was intimately reacting to those messages; it was as if someone had hijacked the controls to her libido.

It took some confused seconds for Michelle to realize it; she had experienced those feelings once before. They had the same nostalgic feeling as the time she had seen the new hybrid. Despite her conviction to be brave, she felt her resolve starting to shake with fear. The last time, she had been helpless against those mental attacks, and she had seen and somehow experienced what the other woman had went through. She had been ready to jump over any hurdle they would throw at her, but if she was right in her suspicion, this was a hurdle she would rather avoid. After her previous experience, she had no confidence.

As panic spread through her, Michelle felt the presence getting near to her. Without the aid of vision or hearing, she didn't know whether the threat was feet or inches away from her. The sensory deprivation was starting to take effect, and panic started to spread through her, dissolving her resolve to be strong.

Michelle started to stand up in hope of running away from the nearing threat and the rude mental intrusion, but in the mental panic and without the support of vision to aid her balance, she stumbled on the ballet heels and fell towards the floor. Without the aid of her hands, her fall was about be received first by her beautiful face, but a strong hand wrapped around her narrow waist, and the next thing she knew was that she was being lifted into the air. Then she was floating for a second and crashed into the soft material of a mattress, face first.

Michelle was dazed for few seconds, then realized that her punisher had already reached her. She wanted to get up, but it proved to be a hard task with her hands being bound behind her. What resulted was, her being in 'face down, ass up' position as she tried to kneel. Before she could lift her upper-body up, the mattress moved as if something very heavy had gotten on it, and a big hand wrapped around her neck, preventing her from getting up and pushing her face on to the mattress. She wanted to struggle, but a spark went through her spine and into the brain, leaving her immobile as Nobo strengthened his mental-bondage with her. She willed her body to move, but the stubborn body refused to heed its owner's commands and entered a sexually-aroused state. The conflict resulted in her body shaking, and she let out a desperate groan as her own body refused to obey her commands. She was losing the battle, and she felt as if her own thoughts were beginning to get affected.

Suddenly, Michelle froze up when she felt something big parting the petals of her, now moist and bloomed, flower. Then it started to add pressure onto the entrance of her honey-pot, making the tight, elastic ring of muscles surrender and let the big, rough textured, mushroom head gain a foothold into her fertile tunnel. It was a forced intrusion into to her most intimate place, but with the aroused state of her treacherous body, she couldn't suppress a livid moan from escaping through her lips; before she even had the chance to resist, her punisher had penetrated her. Then she felt the unmistakable sensation of molten nectar being poured into her birth-canal from the tip that had entered her. Even though her insides were sufficiently moist to facilitate a full penetration, upon reacting with the powerful aphrodisiac-laced secretion, her sheath started to convulse and gush out enough lubrication to drown the intruder.

Michelle managed to bite her lower-lip and suppress her moans as her insides reacted strongly to the vile secretion her punisher was releasing into her. She was reacting to it more strongly than she did with Toshi. Then she felt something very different; once she has felt that, she couldn't stop herself from emitting lustful moans. The invading girth was now behaving as if it was alive; it was wiggling, turning and bending; it felt as if it was a worm that was burrowing into her tight place. The sensation was alien, confusing and repulsive at the same time, but the pleasure it brought as it rubbed against every nerve-end of her vagina was too much to ignore. 

Michelle's body shuddered and squirmed as the thick worm found one pleasure point after the other as it dug into her silky glove. She groaned and dug her toes into the mattress as carnal pleasure started to overwhelm her wits. Then her whole body jerked. The worm had found her cervix and it was teasing and applying aphrodisiac on the gate to her fertile womb.

"Wha? S..Stop! Aaah! uugh! Aargh! No...don't," Michelle gasped as her mind started to slip into the carnal whirlpool that Nobo was creating in her.

Michelle remembered Ryan, but the mental manipulation, coupled with the rough texture of Nobo's penis head scratching her cervix was too much to suppress. She slipped into an even deeper trance, and she felt it: her insides being filled to the brim with a squirming girth, and her being enveloped by her own soft, moist and convulsing walls. She didn't even realize that she was climaxing while screaming her pleasure. All she knew was, she was drowning in a sea of carnal pleasure, but she was still clutching onto a strand that had her lover's name on it no matter how tempting it was to let go of that and sink deeper into depths that promised unlimited pleasure.

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Ryan looked shocked and surprised to see the unnatural way the new hybrid sank his manhood into his squirming girlfriend; it had been more unnatural than the intimidating mental messages he had been receiving. After gaining the first entry, instead of acting like a normal man that would keep thrusting to gain depth, clutching onto Michelle by her neck and waist, the creature had remained relatively immobile, letting his big shaft do the work. The repulsive tool seemed to have come alive, and it had started to bend, squirm and burrow into her clutching sleeve while emulating the movements of a worm. He had seen how the unnatural movements distended the smooth, flat surface of her abdomen as the invading phallus kept squirming into her birth-canal, making her moan, groan, squirm and jerk her hips as it kept finding all the sensitive spots in her love tunnel.

After few minutes, the thick worm stopped sinking into Michelle's sodden depths. Their combined juices seeped out from the point of union, drop by drop, as the hybrid's hips still remained still. Then, to Ryan's surprise, she let go of her efforts to suppress her moans and started to moan, protest and groan as if she was nearing an orgasm. His attention quickly went to her smooth, exposed abdomen; just underneath her bellybutton, the surface was being pushed-out as if something was moving rapidly from underneath. Just when he realized from his experience that was where his girlfriend's cervix should be located, Michelle started to shudder and climax in midst of her throes. 




Beast and the Beauties Ch. 06



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Just when she came back from the intense and abnormal orgasm, Michelle felt the flexible appendage inside her sheath, gaining some solidity. Slowly, it started to harden and straighten till it felt like a concrete rod within her soft tissue. Instead of teasing, now its head was pushing hard against her aphrodisiac covered cervix, threatening to invade all the way into her fertile womb.

Michelle was still dizzy after her orgasm. Being deprived of vision and hearing was working as a catalyst to the sexual frenzy. Without those, she was being forced to concentrate on her other sensors, intensifying every bit of sensual input that abnormal cock was giving her; she could even almost hear pulsing of that thick member. It felt so delicious and taboo at the same time, but she could still feel the warmth of love in her heart. She thought that if it was this much, she could somehow manage to preserve that warmth. 

Then Michelle felt the grasp on her neck being loosened, and the hand get a firm hold of her hair plait. At the same time, she felt the hard cock being half-withdrawn from her sheath, leaving her unconsciously longing to be filled again. Then there was a sharp tug on her hair, making her bend her head back with a surprised gasp, and the hard rod pierced through her wet tunnel till it battered her cervix as if her punisher was trying to drive a nail into her womb.

"OOUUU!" Michelle screamed painfully, but the hybrid didn't give her enough time to even dwell on the, pleasure mixed, intense pain; he went to high-gear from the first thrust and started to pummel her womb with his hardened rod.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" was the only thing Michelle could manage to let out as the, pleasure mixed, intense pain turned into, pain mixed, intense pleasure.

All Michelle could feel was how the thick cock stretched her walls and battered her cervix; all she could hear was her racing heartbeat, the loud banging as her body hit a hard body, and the creaking of her joints as her whole body rattled with the rough pounding; all she could smell was the intoxicating musk and the smell of her own dripping sex. 

Michelle was starting to lose it as she got forced to sink into a thick bog of carnal pleasure. It was like quick sand; the more she fought to stay afloat; she was being sucked in; but still, she refused to let go of the wine that was preventing her total submission. She loved Ryan too much to let go. All she could do was to hang onto it for her dear life.

Suddenly, the pounding stopped, and Michelle's hair was released, letting her head fall back on to the mattress. No matter how tempting the sexing was, it was a welcome break for her fragile body. Then she felt a hand wrapping around her narrow waist, hugging her body against the hard body of her rapist, but she was too exhausted to follow the gesture and lift her upper-body. To lift her up, he once again tried to grab her hair, but missed the mark and grasped the strap of her blindfold, ripping it off of her face, granting her the gift of vision. After being in darkness for a long time, the sudden exposure to light was overwhelming to her eyes and she quickly closed her eyes.

In his second attempt, Nobo managed to grab Michelle's plait and force her upper-body to stand up; hugging her small body tightly against his, lifted her off of the bed while still having his steel-rod firmly embedded within her soft walls. Then he carried her to the glass wall that separated her from her boyfriend and pushed her against it, pressing her soft breasts against the glass while trapping her between his hard body and the wall.

Michelle felt her body being pressed against a cold surface and the next thing she knew was, she was being trapped and suspended between her punisher and a wall. The pressing manipulated the cock in her womanhood to press against her cervix, bringing out a moan from her as a response, and automatically, she wrapped her hanging long legs around Nobo's waist, and locked her ballet heels behind her and him, gaining some leverage to control the ruthless penetration. Then she slowly opened her eyes to figure out what was happening, and she was greeted with a view that she didn't intend to see while being physically and mentally seduced by her rapist.

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When Ryan met Michelle's blue eyes, he also wasn't ready for the look of her gaze. Her gaze carried surprise, guilt, sadness, emptiness, arousal and fear. He also noticed that she was also equally surprised to find him watching her being sexually subjugated, and her slowly yielding to her base-desires.

Ryan couldn't suppress his building hard-on. The sexual part of his brain didn't notice the danger Michelle was in. It only noticed how her breasts were pressed against the glass giving a, never seen, extremely erotic view of his girlfriend's bosom, and how her erect clitoris was pressing against the invisible wall as an impossible girth was being fed into her, once tight, womanhood. Then her rapist started to thrust into her and build a rhythm. As soon as the thrusting started, Michelle gave out a lust-filled groan and her blue eyes rolled back and closed as her mind got overtaken. With her thighs being spread-wide-apart to wrap around and entangle behind the hybrid, Ryan got a clear view of how the abnormal penis defiled his love. From the amount of liquids that dripped off and fell on to the floor from his ballooning balls, Ryan knew that Michelle had lost the control of her body.

The thrusting intensified, and Michelle's groans became lustful wails as her body surrendered to the carnal onslaught. The sight that unveiled in front of Ryan was too erotic to calm his body down with reason, and he felt as if his loins were about to explode; it was painful to have his hard-on constricted by clothes, he wished his hands were free to at-least shift it into a more comfortable position.

It was humiliating. Ryan knew Michelle had lost her fight, and he couldn't suppress his base desires from capitalizing on her plight. It was as if he was being commanded to enjoy seeing the fall of his beloved; it was as if someone was saying that it was the right thing: the stronger has the right to breed, and it was her duty to offer her body.

The hybrid started to intensifying his thrusting, putting more emphasis gaining depth rather than speed. Suddenly, Michelle's eyes half-opened and looked blankly at Ryan; he failed to interpret the feelings of her gaze. Tears started to streak down her face as her blank gaze kept focused on him, hardly blinking. Then he noticed another abnormal thing; a small swell in her abdomen was moving up and down in rhythm with the hybrid's hips; it was as if someone was fisting her. Since the only thing in her was that vile creature's cock, he knew it had something to do with his repulsive and unhuman shaft. The swelling traveled as far as her bellybutton, and he guessed that the top of that alien appendage must have swollen. 

Then, the hybrid gave a deep and sharp thrust and held it there, rooted in Michelle's vagina, keeping the swell immobile under her bellybutton, pressing on the gates to her ripe womb. Suddenly, Michelle's eyes opened wide and there was fear in her teary gaze. Ryan also met her gaze and shuddered when he got the meaning.

Michelle slowly mouthed, "I'm sorry," with her beautiful lips and slowly closed her eyes while looking up.

An animalistic wail filled the room and Michelle's small body violently shook and shuddered as she entered another orgasm. The hybrid also roared and joined her throes to complete the carnal symphony.

Ryan was overwhelmed by the scene and the mental surge that was being released from that mutual orgasm. He knew his girlfriend has fallen, and he knew it wasn't a normal orgasm she was experiencing; he somehow felt it, but refused to admit her defeat. Then his attention went to her clitoris that was throbbing in time with the hybrid's scrotum, and the next moment, a clear liquid sprayed out and covered the glass, blurring the image; it kept coming in pulses, covering the glass and their loins in a wet-mess.

Ryan had to admit his and Michelle's defeat. She was having an ejaculating-orgasm. They both had no knowledge of her being able to do that, but right in front of his eyes, by some miracle, she was having one while letting out an unbelievable amount of ejaculate, announcing that the creature had unlocked something in her, it had brought levels of pleasure she has never experienced; something he couldn't; something the beast could.

Michelle let out a final squeal, and her body went limp in the giant's hands while still having the phallus impaled and seeded by it. The pleasure had finally overwhelmed her enough to render her unconscious. Ryan was able to see how its balls squeezed out virile sap, and through the distension of her smooth, flat underbelly, how it's humongous pole pulsed and delivered the thick, creamy secretion into her fertile womb, hoping to implant at least one of the millions of his seeds as their tight genital-seal sometimes failed to contain some of it inside her. It was the peak-moment of procreation, and Ryan was being a front-row spectator for his own girlfriend's breeding.

Finally, after making a big puddle of semen on the floor, between his feet; the hybrid started withdrawing his sperm-injector, and Ryan saw the swell inside Michelle, descending as inches of thick, cum-covered girth came out through her bloomed petals of her vagina. At the end when the swell reached the end of her love-tunnel, it pushed out her erect clitoris even more, and there was some resistance. Then, with a little tug from the beast's hips, deforming her beautiful entrance, pushing out and impossibly spreading her womanly-folds, a lard knot started to squeeze out as if it was being birthed.

Seeing the large knot, Ryan though that if being fucked by huge dicks for days hadn't already destroyed Michelle's, once tight, vagina, that tennis-ball sized swell was sure to do the deed as it was being pulled out. He cursed the alien and repulsive tool that had destroyed the tightness he had once enjoyed immensely.

Michelle's ballet heels were hanging down as her legs were now limp, spread only by the width of the giant's waist. Her thighs gave a little shudder as her entrance widened around the thickest part of the knot, and with a loud 'Plop' sound, the knot gained freedom, releasing a torrent of excess seeds the knot had been sealing inside her, onto the floor.

At last, the hybrid put Michelle's limp body onto the bed for a much needed rest, both her body and mind, deserved. He went to the bathroom, and by the time he came back, Ryan noticed that the hybrid's previously swollen penis-head had reverted back to its original form; still, with the rough and pointy texture like a lychee fruit, it looked like a maze built for vaginal destruction.

As a sign of coming out of her pleasure-induced comatose, Michelle groaned and stirred a bit, and before she could try to open her eyes, Nobo was already spreading her legs and climbing onto her for a second run of breeding.

"No..no...please...no...leave me alone... no!" Michelle weakly protested.

"Oh god! Not again...aargh...aaah!...AAhg!...AAAARGGHHH!" came from Michelle's sweet voice as Nobo began to thrust into her in missionary position.

Ryan had already accepted his defeat, and all he could do was close his eyes and weep while listening to his girlfriend's protests slowly turn into moans. 

Suddenly, the screen came alive and came the voice of the person Ryan hated the most at that moment.

"Come on Ryan, have you given-up already?"

Ryan remained silent; he was too angry, frustrated and drained.

"The best part is yet to come, boy. Did you forget about our agreement? I said Nobo...and Toshi. A promise is a promise, right?" The old man said in an amused tone.

"You fucker! You can't. Hasn't she suffered enough? Don't you have even a trace of humanity, you monster!" Ryan finally lashed-out, venting out his anger and frustration but only muffled sounds came out.

"Well, I understand your anger. But, to be honest, she doesn't seem to be suffering," Vas said and remained silent for few seconds to let Michelle's wanton moans sink into Ryan and validate the statement.

"This punishment is meant to make you suffer and regret your rebellious actions. To be honest, I'm also curious about what would happen and how the hybrids' social structure and ranking works. So, other than serving as a punishment, this is an important experiment. Also, I'm very positive that, at the end of this experiment, Michelle will be one happy and satisfied woman. I hope you would forgive me for being a little inhuman," Vas said and cut the feed.

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After few moments of the air being filled with Nobo's grunts and Michelle's moans, the big metal door opened, and Toshi walked into the passage that connected all the rooms. At the sight of his female being bred by his brother, Toshi let out and angry roar and ran into the room.

At the sound of the loud roar, Nobo dismounted from Michelle and stood up to receive the anger of Toshi. Toshi paused at the door for a moment as if he was deciding to whether to break Nobo's neck or punch him into a pulp, but when he took the first step into the room, Nobo let out a roar and let out a strong mental attack.

Ryan was hit by the crossfire of that attack, and even his bones felt the chill of the intensity and hostility of that mental attack. There was no defense against it and all he could do was to prevent his body from crumbling out of sheer horror it had felt. 

Even the mighty Toshi was blown back by that invisible attack, and Ryan felt he did fine when he saw the fear in that fearsome giant's eyes; Toshi was leaning against the wall, having hard time believing what had happened.

When Ryan heard Michelle's throes of orgasms, he realized that the same attack was affecting females in a different manner. Despite Nobo being the one who was destroying his girlfriend, he was in awe of the powerful weapon that creature possessed. 

When Toshi came out of the initial surprise, he gathered his wits and reassumed his threatening composure, only to receive another mental attack and was forced to admit the hierarchy system of the newly established hybrids' society. Nobo was his superior and has the claim to anything, even if it's his breeding mate; it was hardwired to them through their wild genetic inheritance.

In a display of submission and acceptance of Nobo's superiority, Toshi kneeled on one knee, giving birth to the first king of its kind. Even though it was painful to give-up the breeding rights for his beautiful female, his instinct told him that it was the right thing to do for the survival of their species.

As a gesture of acceptance for Toshi's submission, Nobo gave a nod and walked back to the bed where Michelle was still having spasms running through her lush body after having experienced the mental orgasm. He lied down on the bed, beside her, and pulled her small frame on top of him, making her lie face down on his chiseled body and straddle him. She was still delirious from overloading carnal pleasures and let out another needy moan as a king entered her clutching sheath.

Michelle could only smash her soft breasts against the hard muscles of Nobo's chest and moan hard as the thick manhood started to pound into her once again. In the middle of having her body rocked and rattled, she was able to feel his strong heartbeat being transferred through the soft flesh of her breasts and into her own chest. She had felt something similar before and it hadn't been as powerful as the beat she was feeling at that moment. It had being a gentle, warm beat that resonated with her own. That memory was so nostalgic to her, she started to concentrate to remember what it was. Then she remembered. It was the familiar heartbeat she had felt when she was with Ryan. His heartbeat had been always telling her that she was being loved. Nobo's heartbeat was telling her that she was being fucked, not loved. At that moment, she cleared her mind for a bit to turn her head and look at her true love. Ryan was crying while watching her ordeal; his eyes screamed out an apology.

While thrusting up into Michelle, Nobo looked over her at Toshi, who was enviously looking at his former breeding partner being pummeled by his brother. When their eyes met, Nobo sent a mental message to Toshi, letting him know that he could join if he wished to. Toshi got up and came near to the rutting couple, but stood confused as he didn't know how to join them while the female's vagina was already occupied.

Even though Toshi didn't have any experience of it, Nobo had been well taught by Ayla in the art of sodomy. Seeing his confused brother, Nobo sent another message, letting him know that there was another unoccupied opening between the two round, soft globes that shook as they absorbed the impact of his heavy thrusts.

Toshi had always been a big fan of the beautiful derrière of his breeding partner, so, gaining the knowledge that there was another pleasure cave hidden within the deep valley of those mesmerizing swells, was a more than enough reason for him to be filled with joy and excitement.

Toshi quickly got into the bed, knelt straddling both Michelle and Nobo as Nobo continued thrusting up into her; with the spear head of his already erect manhood, started to look for the opening of Michelle's hidden treasure trove.

At the feeling of another penis seeking her back-door, Michelle opened her eyes and mouth in surprise and helplessly looked at Ryan for any kind of help.

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The moment Toshi got into the bed and straddled Michelle and Nobo, Ryan immediately knew what was about to happen. The sudden, surprised, helpless and horror-filled look of Michelle's beautiful face gave the confirmation to his doubts; his innocent girl was about to be double penetrated by two beasts who had two biggest penises he had ever seen in his life.

Let alone being forced to experience her first double penetration, there was another thing that drove a nail right into Ryan's heart; Michelle was a virgin when it came to anal-sex. She always had been reluctant about it, but had made a promise to him that the honor of taking away her anal-virginity would belong only to him, and she was waiting for the right time and right occasion. He had a vague expectation that he would receive that gift as his wedding gift, but he loved the excitement of having a nicely wrapped gift, begging to be opened, but out of reach. It was a special thing that bonded them even closer, knowing that she had an unopened gift, carrying within her mesmerizing derrière, ready for him. They even included it in their dirty talks while making love.

Ryan knew they were about to be robbed of their special bond and his much desired gift. Some beast was about to roughly tear away the nice decoration of her gift and steal the thing which had his name on it. But what worried him the most was whether she would be able to accept that monster, without suffering any damage. She hadn't been a virgin when she had to accommodate that monster for the first time, and women's vagina was designed to be able to accommodate large things if they have to, but anal sex was a completely different story.

Ryan put aside his feelings of loss, jealousy and envy aside and prayed for his girlfriend's safety. At the given situation, it was the only thing he could do to help her.

"No!Please don't...Aah!...Not there. I...ugh!...haven't done it...Ugh!...before," Michelle pleaded, horrified by the prospect of being sodomized by a monster-cock.

Undeterred by Michelle's honest pleads, Toshi kept trying to aim his meat spear. Then, with her remaining strength, she gave a notion of a struggle to avoid sodomy.