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I was facing away from the gorilla, toward the crowd up on the wall, with both of the creatures arms now wrapped around my waist. I knew he could kill me if he wanted. Slowly the creature began to rock back and forth. It picked my up slightly off the ground and then set me down, rubbing my ass and back against it’s front. I wasn’t sure what was going on. Then suddenly I felt it. Pushing into my back was a growing bulge. As I realized what was going on, I struggled to get away. The beast held me tighter. It kept picking me up and sliding me down it’s body. The gorilla had to be seven feet tall and its arms were bigger around than most men’s legs. It began pushing at me harder and harder. I could now feel it’s huge organ sliding around against my back. As it picked me up the large rod would slide between the cracks of my ass, but thankfully the head wasn’t going low enough to fall between my legs. The creature seemed to be enjoying the feeling it was getting. I just wanted to get away.
All at once it put its hands in my armpits and picked me far up in the air. It held me there like a child or a rag doll. Suddenly it pulled me down hard. I felt the giant sex organ slide quickly along my back. And then it pushed me back up into the air. I was shaking. This time when the creature pulled me down it’s huge gorilla cock impaled me. I felt like I was split in two. It must have been 16 inches long because I was all at once choking and crying. It had gone right through the lace underwear I was wearing and straight into me, far inside of me. The beast then lifted me up, but not as far this time, not so that its cock came out of me. It pushed and pulled my body like a toy, up and down on its hard organ. Faster and faster. I tried to scream but I couldn’t. Every once in a while I would see a blur of the people up on the wall, still watching. I was dizzy from being shaken and the pain in my crotch was intense as the beast kept fucking me.
Then it stopped. I fell to the ground like a discarded Barbie doll. My bra was gone and my dress was in shreds. Nearly naked and dazed, I got up on my knees. The beast grabbed me from behind and began fucking wildly at me doggy style. I felt it’s cock whipping around my back and then my stomach and then back. I couldn’t believe how long the thing was, or how big around. Suddenly it found a target. The head slammed its way into my virgin asshole so fast I almost passed out. Then the whole thing was inside of me, up to the huge brown balls that I could feel slapping against my sore pussy. The gorilla was raping me in the ass in front of a bunch of people. I kept struggling to escape but I couldn’t even move. The creature just kept hammering away at me. I could feel its breath on my back as it pushed me flat down on my stomach. Then, suddenly, it thrust its cock into my ass so hard I felt it in my stomach, and it held it there. The beast howled as I felt a huge gush of come shoot out of its cock and into the depths of my ass. The creature kept coming for over a minute, holding itself so hard and deep inside me I thought I would explode. Then it left. I lay there on the ground, in a pool of gorilla cum, naked and broken, so glad that it was finally over.
Then I heard the crowd scream again. I turned and saw three more male gorillas quickly approaching… Ginger lay seated on her rear upon the cushions of the soft leather chair with her arms bent up above and behind her head. Her wrists had been tied together and then tied again to the large cement beam that stood a foot behind the chair. Her ankles had each been separately tied and stretched wide apart to opposite walls so that her knees rose over the armrests of the chair and her soft, creamy thighs were forced painfully open, her privates exposed and fully available. Her voluminous breasts hung down, unrestrained, over her open crotch like a pair of ripe and juicy melons, each jiggling slightly back and forth with her every breath.
A thick, linen gag had been tied deeply between her teeth and knotted cruelly at the back of her neck. It muffled her cries enough to render them inarticulate and indecipherable, not that it would matter what she had to say or how loud she could be. There was no one to hear her. She was alone with her tormentor of that she was sure.
She had quickly learned that he enjoyed listening to her garbled protests and that the more vocal she succeeded in being, the more aroused he would become. She had tried to remain mute and deny him the satisfaction of listening to her fruitless pleas for help. But he had an endless array of sadistic techniques for stimulating her sore and fear-wracked body into giving him just the response that he demanded. Hot wax dripping from a candle onto the soft, pink skin of her vagina would make her buck and squirm and plead with her terrified, soft, blue eyes, while a riding crop sharply and repeatedly smacking across her smooth, round bottom would quickly reduce her to heaving sobs of despair and defeat. Whichever method (or methods) he used he would always enjoy her distress as if he were savoring a fine wine or deeply appreciating some great work of art.
He was most certainly appreciating her. Once he had thoroughly terrorized her, he would once again plunge his cock into her moistened cunt and begin pounding away. He would fuck her either from the front or the rear, lying down, sitting or standing up. Sometimes he would sit underneath her in the overstuffed leather chair and squeeze his massive cock into her tight little asshole while savagely gripping and mauling her huge tits between his fists all the while listening with consummate pleasure to the violated young thing squealing and shrieking into her gag, salt tears pouring out of her shocked and pleading eyes.
Ginger's world-view had changed somewhat in the past few days. Her expectations were rapidly changing to fit in with her new life. In her former world a bad day would have been defined as one in which her flight to Hawaii for a photo shoot was delayed or she discovered that her penny-pinching agent had booked her in coach instead of first-class. Now the rare moments when her cunt wasn't being invaded and abused in some way seemed like heaven to the tormented, young beauty. It seemed that every waking moment held some new degradation for Ginger as it became apparent that her new life was to be utterly subject to her captor's insatiable and sadistic drives.
He had tied her into her current position almost twenty-four hours earlier. During that time he had raped her half a dozen times in between hours of relentlessly molesting her with honey, whipped cream, and a variety of dildos and butt plugs. Finally he had slapped his penis between her delicious breasts, and given himself a long, luxurious tit fuck until his jism spat out onto her face and chest, sticky little droplets dripping down from her heavy eyelids. Her thick lashes tried to blink away the tears and cum that were blurring her vision as he gripped her chin in his powerful left hand and forced her to look up into his eyes.
One corner of his face cracked into a sinister smile. His tone changed from one of self-indulgent, sexual gratification to one of interrogation. It was as if he sensed something in her demeanor that was in someway distant or removed.