The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 9 - Sex Stories

The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 9

... stones hurtled toward him, paused it’s charge beside Mala, who bowed subjectively before it, re-asserted it’s gaze once more upon him, and charged again, stopping a few feet from him, whereby it trumpeted out it’s anger once more, raised it’s trunk and front legs high into the air, and brought them crashing down on poor Gary’s gargantuan testicles. Gary screamed in pain and the creature poised itself to repeat the procedure, crashing down this time on the enormity of his narcotically enlarged penis. Again, he screamed as he felt his tackle scrunched under the weight of this bejewelled monster. What had began as a wonderful and beautiful dream was turning in to a nightmare. Again, the elephant charged and took his legs, at which Garry looked down, numbed with the adrenaline of horror. The creature backed away toward Mala, having consigned Gary to a humiliating pre-coital delay.

‘My lord is angry that you took him Gary, took him from my very breast!’ He did not at first understand or remember, but now, looking at this creature he saw that it was a huge, false life representation of the broach he had stolen from Mala Gupta’s bedroom, those months before. ‘My lord found me again after much pain and much suffering, and much expense from my husband. It was my Lord that told us of your treachery, Gary, you. You of such beauty.’

The enormous beast glinted in the sunshine, and padded to and fro next to it’s faithful subject. All hopes of sexual satisfaction had evaporated and ...

... Gary was now left to ponder his fate, still caught in this hell of Mala Gupta’s making. A deep booming growl passed through the dank earth and shook what remained of him. ‘My lord wishes to know of your contrition Gary.’ It is only that which can save you, inside this place and without.’

Sorrow for his prior crimes were not chief among his priorities, he had expected a relief from the acute sexual frustration that he felt but now, even with flattened sexual parts, still consumed him. ‘Tell us of your regret Gary, or be destroyed by my Lord, in this world and outside!’

The thoughts in Gary’s head were not flattering to him, he felt sorry, sorry for himself and sorry that whatever misdemeanours he had carried out were discovered, but the notion that he had caused pain to others was conspicuously absent. ‘I am sorry, really sorry Mrs. Gupta.’ He stated bluntly. It was a reply not to the liking of Ganesh, her lord and master. It glared angrily at him, stamped it’s feet as if to charge, paused, lunged forward to deliver it’s coup-de-grace, then rampantly flattened, Gary’s torso, stamped again on his head, and Gary was ejected from this terrifying world into another, one from which he could not escape quite so easily.

’Oh, he is so handsome, even though he is asleep.’ Rachel Barton gushed.

‘God, you are a foolish little trolley Rachel, he is quite pathetic.’ Lady Deborah lay her hand on Gary’s forehead as he started violently back into their world.

‘Jesus! Jesus!’ he ...