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Samson
By Toran
PART
It was her sorority big sister, Stacey, who had, at the last moment, pushed Jenny hard, sending the naked and handcuffed girl sprawling into the gorilla cage.� The whole thing was just meant to be a big scare, part of rush week when all the pledges for the sorority were pretty much the slaves of their big sister sponsors.� It was luck of the draw who you got as a big sister and Jenny had drawn the biggest, bitchiest bull-dyke of them all, Stacey.
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There was nothing about Jenny that should have attracted the pronounced ire of Stacey.� Jenny was in the upper half of her class in studies, a distance runner for St. Claire�s track team, and a girl who could keep pace with you at a party, so long as it was brandy you were drinking.� Few disliked her, fewer still hated her.� She had a sharp tongue when her temper flared, but to anyone�s knowledge, she�d never lost it with Stacey.
The gorilla thing had been Stacey�s idea from the beginning.� Rush week was already drawing to a close, and Jenny had so far survived the humiliating servant�s role at the Delta Delta Delta - Delta Delta Tao party.� She�d even been good at the blowjob table � at least the Frat brothers from Tao never complained.� She�d done well at the paddle-a-thon, taking not the most but not the least number of swats, even surviving Stacey�s heavy-handedness when Stacey took over.� Breakfast in bed went well � Jenny got inside information that Stacey liked her biscuits lightly buttered with blackberry jam and many of the other big sisters thought that would at least break the ice between Stacey and Jenny.
But it didn�t.� This was the last night for Stacey to be the complete bitchmistress over Jenny and her last chance to get Jenny to drop out.� When Stacey rounded up her harem, a gleam in her eye and a pair of handcuffs dangling from a finger, the girls giggled.� There were four of them in all, and even though Jenny didn�t put up much of a fight as the four pounced on her in her dorm room, struggling Jenny�s clothes off, Stacey was there to make sure the handcuffs went on good and tight.� Jenny was tucked into a laundry bag and paraded out of the dorm, her neighbors popping their heads out of their rooms at the commotion.� Pledging to Tri-Delta was always a spectacle and all of Jenny�s floor-mates were well aware that Jenny was almost there.
It was the gleam in Stacey�s eye that her harem girls thrived on, and there, huddled outside the Rhudlan Zoo Gorilla House, Stacey�s eyes were shining like lanterns.� No one was sure where Stacey had gotten the ring of keys that got them inside the zoo or why.� But when they opened Jenny�s bag and hauled her out, the cool air rising goose-bumps on Jenny�s skin, Stacey had already opened the King Gorilla cage and swung the barred door all the way open.
Five heads and ten eyes peered into the darkness inside.� King Samson was in there somewhere � the largest gorilla in captivity.� The cage itself was actually a three roomed compartment consisting of the showing room with the large double paned window for the throngs that came to the zoo.� Then there was the sleeping quarter, hidden behind the showing room like a cave � and that was where Samson probably was now.� The room that Stacey�s keys worked on was the feeding room.� The gate that Stacey had just opened would normally not be opened at all if Samson was not in sight by camera in one of the other two rooms.� And then only when heavy steel barred doors had automatically sealed him in, away from the feeding room.� Samson was a generally gentle beast, but you didn�t mess around with a nine hundred pound gorilla.� And there were a few jokes about letting a gorilla sleep where he wanted to back that one up.
But Stacey wasn�t a zookeeper and Stacey�s zookeeper friend, the one who had let Stacey borrow the keys so she could �run around the zoo naked� certainly hadn�t outlined the safety procedures for Samson to Stacey.� So the five of them, one naked and handcuffed, three cowering behind their leader, peered into the darkness of the feeding room, not realizing that Samson�s ears were so attuned with the sound of the feeding room�s door opening, and so used to the fact that prior to that sound he�d always been herded into another room and locked in, and that even in the semi-intelligent gorilla�s mind little alarm bells were going off at the irregular feeding time.� Curiosity opened his eyes.� Curiosity got the big boy on his haunches.� Curiosity got him shuffling from the sleeping place just outside the feeding room.
Stacey was in the middle of her �pledges are dirt to Big Sisters� lecture when the first deep grunt came from the pitch darkness of Samson�s cage.� The harem collectively took one step backwards, but Stacey, the gleam in her eye brightening just a shade, roughly grabbed Jenny�s arm and pulled her in front of her, so very close to the open door.
A second grunt, deep and powerful, followed by a sliding of hay, came from much closer in the darkness.� On this side of the open door was their world, the world of sororities and frat parties and all-night cram sessions and even a bit of civility.� On the other side of that threshold was his world.� The beast�s world, where survival came only from strength and the loser got eaten.� And poised on the threshold was a naked and quivering Jenny.� Of course, this was only meant to scare her, to scare her so bad that she would drop out of pledging.� Stacey was only keeping the door open long enough to get Jenny�s word that she was done.� Then they�d maybe take the girl back to their room at the sorority and play with her a bit.
But they stood there.� Silent.� Peering into the blackness, feet rooted to the ground, fear lacing itself around their stomachs and freezing the breath in their chests.� Only Stacey seemed not the least unnerved.� Jenny stared wide-eyed into the darkness, unable to wrestle herself out of Stacey�s grip with her hands cuffed behind her.� It was cold, fucking cold, but sweat was standing on her skin.� She had one foot on the threshold of the barred door.� She was the closest to the darkness, the closest to him.
There was a silence of sorts.� The rustling of hay from inside had stopped.� Even the grunts that had scared the crap out of everyone had tapered off.� It seemed like maybe Samson had just stirred a little and had gone back to sleep.� The sounds of the night crickets had even stopped and was replaced with an odd noise, soft, almost soothing.� As it slowly got louder it started to sound like breath, heavy breath on the night air.� Breathing.�
Two big black eyes reflected moonlight, just a few feet from inside the door.� Two eyes that were at least seven feet off the ground.� And then one of those grunts, now more powerful, more rich because it wasn�t coming from deep in the darkness of Samson�s cage, it was coming from five feet away.
There was only a moment of hesitation, a moment of stunned shock, pregnant with fear.� Then the moment was shattered when one of the harem screamed.� Tentative at first, then with authority.� The huge black eyes disappeared back into the darkness, only to be followed by a full-throated roar that almost knocked the five girls ass over heels.� But Stacey was broad and athletic.� Stacey was the star Lacrosse player.� Stacey�s gleam, though dimmed by a fear that she would never admit later, got her arms moving and pushed Jenny straight into the mouth of that roar, slamming the door of the cage behind her.
Then it was Jenny�s turn to scream.� The harem had had enough of this shit and was backing away from the now shut and locked cage door quickly.� Even Stacey was backing away.� But, like Samson, curiosity got the best of her.� She lingered, close enough to see Jenny�s naked body pressed tightly against the inside of Samson�s cage.� Close enough to see the eyes reappear above Jenny�s head as it stared down at the girl.� Close enough to see two huge hands enfold Jenny�s torso and pull her into the darkness.
They were all close enough to hear Jenny�s shrieks suddenly stop.
PART TWO:� Into the Arms of Samson
She was closer to panic than she had ever been in her life.� Standing outside the cage, Stacey�s hands holding her like a shield from the mouth of darkness before them all, Jenny had been scared.� But deep inside, Jenny thought Stacey wouldn�t let her get hurt, not like this.� Any second, Stacey would pull Jenny back and slam the door to the cage shut and everyone would get a big laugh at Jenny�s expense.
But it didn�t happen that way.� Jenny felt more than saw the huge presence just inside the darkness.� Even before the big black eyes appeared just feet from her, Jenny could feel the heat of air now traveling around a big body, where seconds before there was just draft.� And then Stacey had done the fucking worst thing.� Jenny was fighting to keep her feet under her - Stacey�s push had been that hard - and dimly felt the bars of the cage ram into her ass and back.� Her hands were useless, the metal bands of the handcuffs had been cutting into her wrists all night and now with her arms flailing away to keep balance, they screamed in agony.
And there was actually a moment of calm as she found her feet and slumped back against the inside of the door, now totally aware that she was inside the gorilla�s cage and there was no way out.� The screams from outside, from the harem, had faded, lost in the thundering of blood pulsing in her ears.� She peered into the darkness, sure he was right there, right fucking there and the image of Jessica Lange looking up at King Kong flashed through her mind.� That almost got a petrified giggle going.
But eyes, huge and black and coldly intelligent loomed out of the darkness, not ten inches above her head.� Suddenly she smelled him, his fur, his breath, the cage, his world.� And she screamed.� Screamed as loud as she�d ever screamed in her life.
Samson�s eyes, bobbing like orbs in the darkness above her, seemed to close.� Then from deep inside the darkness, deep inside his body, a throaty roar was born.� Big teeth appeared where his eyes had been and suddenly, the world was filled with his sound, a wave of animal rage and anger.� Two massive arms reached down and picked Jenny up, tossing her further into the darkness.
There was a feeling of flying, the darkness misleading her senses.� Her feet left the ground and it seemed a long time before she collided with the concrete floor, thinly covered with a bare amount of hay.� Her head hit hardest and for Jenny, the blackness became complete.
She became aware of many stinging needles in her belly and breasts.� The agony in her wrists hadn�t subsided and there was a new pressure around her feet.� She rolled her head to one side and sensed movement.� The floor was moving, the hay scraping across her belly and naked breasts, leaving little pockmarks in her tender flesh.� She tried to roll onto her side, but her feet were set, held by something tight and oddly gentle.
The stars cleared a little and she realized that the floor wasn�t moving, she was.� And with that realization came another � she was being dragged deeper into Samson�s cage by the huge gorilla.� A thin wail came from bleeding lips and Samson stopped, almost throwing her feet down.� She could feel him coming beside her in the dimness � her eyes were slowly adjusting to the almost total darkness of his cage.
A firm hand rolled her onto her back and Jenny screamed as the handcuffs dug deeper into her wrists.� A big hairy arm slapped across her belly and she stilled, the cold fear racing up her spine.� Eyes huge, straining to see in the darkness, Jenny peered at the big shape in front of her.
Samson�s face loomed suddenly and she fought back a startled scream.� His eyes, only inches from her face, regarded her closely watching her quivering mouth, every few seconds taking in a big breath through large rounded nostrils � he was sniffing her.� She wondered if he could smell fear like a dog could.
Then the shape was gone and seconds later, Jenny�s feet were again scooped up and she felt herself once again being dragged deeper into his sleeping room.� Tears welled in her eyes as the cuffs now cut grooves in her wrists, the full weight of her torso grinding them into the concrete floor.
After what seemed an eternity, Samson let her go and her feet flopped to the pile of hay.� Blindly, Jenny fought to find her balance.� All around her was the deep, rich smell of Samson�s inner chamber.� So animal, so powerful.� She made it to her knees, and a wild thought that she may just be able to get up and run away raced through her mind.� But almost as suddenly as she stood, two massive hands, warm and leathery to the touch, embraced her from behind, drawing her into him as he lay in his soft bed of hay.
His strength was impossible to fight.� Her balance already at odds with her hands cuffed behind her, she fell back into him in a heap.� Soft underbelly cushioned her and even as she tried to roll, tried to kick, to do anything, he enveloped her, his arms coming entirely around her shoulders, his legs drawing hers tightly together.� He was like a big powerful glove that had slowly slid over her.� Nothing but flesh and fur everywhere, there was no room to move, to breath, almost.� She ended up in an odd fetal position, one arm pinning her torso down, the other drawing her legs up to her chest.� Her head ended up close to his and she could smell the hot breath on the back of her neck, the soft grunts as he seemed to delight in wrestling her.
And she did wrestle, as much and as long as her energy held out.� Once, she got a leg free and began kicking the massive furry haunches with her heel.� That was rewarded with a hard slap to her side and ass and while she was stunned, Samson merely adjusted her so she was once again enfolded in his arms.� Her struggles soon tapered off and she finally just collapsed, too tired to move, too tired to try to fight the almost crushing arms and legs that encircled her.
Bitter tears streaked her cheeks and silent sobs wracked her chest.� Eyes closed, she felt his breath again on her neck and head, felt his hands, awkward and big, run along her naked body.� One arm kept her pinned tightly to him, the other walked its way down her breasts, past her belly, along the curve of her hips to her thigh.� Then back up.� It was as if he were trying to soothe her.� Up and down, each time the large fingers taking a slightly different path.� His hand, opening at her breasts and cupping for just a second, closed and ran four fingers along the tight muscle in her belly, giving her goose-bumps.� Then a swirling at her hip.� And back up again.
She caught herself becoming soothed.� He was too big, too powerful.� All she had to do was submit � she was his toy and there was nothing she could do about it.� She feared angering him, she feared fighting him.� All she had to do was relax and submit�
With a start she flung her arms up and connected with the bottom of his furry jawline.� The arm that was pinning her relaxed for just a second and she slid out from under it, rolling onto the hay.� But he was too fast, too used to using his weight to win battles.� With one hard backhand to the small of her back, Jenny found herself flat on her back again, the wind knocked out of her.
Then he was on top of her.� His head rolled her further back into the hay until she was pressed against the wall.� There was no way out now.� Flat on her back and gasping for air, Samson on one side of her and the wall on the other.
A big arm came down none to gently on her chest, driving her deep into the hay and the other scooped up her hips and flopped them onto his leg.� Her back was now bowed, head deep in the hay, hips raised high into the air on top of his leg, ankles deep in the hay under his other leg as he sat cross-legged on the floor.
Sobbing, she felt the hot breath on her exposed pussy lips.� She struggled harder but his arms kept her from moving much, so reluctantly she stilled.� The breath, sniffing her flesh, almost tentatively. She closed her eyes, feeling so fucking helpless and so fucking exposed.
His fingers were not the most delicate in the world and they felt like twin dildos as they parted her tender pussy lips.� She felt more breathing and sniffing, the hot air brushing her lips was stirring her a little and she wondered with horror why the fuck was she getting turned on?� She rolled her head, trying to buck her hips free, but Samson merely went on with his fingers.
She fought back a moan as a finger, slowly, awkwardly rolled one of her pussy lips back and forth.� Her hips arched when it lightly brushed her clit.� The big gorilla head swung around and looked at the muscles straining in her hips and gently brushed her clit again.� Jenny moaned louder.� Then, slowly, forcefully, Samson drove one of the huge fingers into her, deeply.� She wasn�t prepared for such an invasion, but ground her hips into his hand.� She tried to lean forward, to bat his hand away, but his free arm still held her tightly.� Then the finger was gone and she moaned again.
Again, Samson�s head regarded her and this time two fingers, like two huge dildos strapped side-by-side, entered her.� It was almost too much.� A light scream started deep in her throat as she felt her pussy being stretched, wider and wider.� She couldn�t move and this gorilla was fucking her with what would have been a normal man�s fist in size.� Deeper and deeper the two fingers went until she was sure he was at the opening of her womb.� She felt dangerously full, her hips beginning to hurt, her pussy lips stretched tight and screaming.
And then the fingers clenched, deep inside her.� What was fat and long and invading suddenly became round and huge and buried deep inside her.� She screamed, her lungs hurting with the force. �But he wasn�t done � slowly he was pulling both curled fingers out.� Her hips bucked fiercely and the biggest most mind-numbing orgasm was slamming into her.� Dimly, she was aware that his hand had left her pussy, the cool air from her gaping flesh adding to the sensation, then a third finger was added and she was stretched beyond what she thought possible.� The orgasm hit her like a wave just as the pain in her hips and pussy reached a deafening roar and she blacked out, all thoughts drifting away with the realization that she was being split open and fucked.
PART THREE:� The Most Famous .avi On the Net
The rest is history.� Jenny awoke to the first rays of sunlight as it bent around the concrete walls of Samson�s sleeping chamber.� The big gorilla lay astride her, and while most of his weight was supported by the floor, one big arm sprawled across her chest and had a firm grip on a breast.� She tried to slip away from him but the pain in her hips quickly brought a moan from deep in her throat.� So she lay there, in the three hours it took for the zookeepers to rescue her, helplessly enveloped by six hundred pounds of flesh and fur and animal.� She dozed off and on, at times a contented smile crossed her sleeping lips.� And she dreamed, dreamed of what four fingers would feel like, maybe the whole meaty fist.� Could she take that much?� Would she rupture?
The cameras mounted inside Samson�s cage were, of course, infrared.� The zoo�s security guard who had been napping through most of Jenny�s ordeal was promptly fired.� One of the copies of the recorded video of Jenny getting fisted by Samson made its way onto the Internet and can be currently found on http://www.superfist.com/samsonandjenny.� At least it was there last week.� Stacey was expelled and fought her way into the American Air Force Officer�s Training Corp., where she tormented and terrorized three classes of cadets.� And Jenny, well she went on to become one of the Net�s most talented writers.� But all that was before she met Toran.� Now all bets are off.