The Mountain - Sex Stories

The Mountain

... the skin off my back as I slid several feet. I had no sooner stopped moving than struck by what felt like a whip. It had clearly been aimed at my sex and hit with military precision. I was unaware of the raised welt that would permanently scar my upper thighs, just the pain centered on my sexuality that surged like electricity through my body. I screamed. I felt the creatures face close to mine, the hot fetid breath pulsing against my cheeks. I could see it's fiery eyes burning through my tears. I could sense anger, but did not understand why. For a long while nothing happened. The pain started to subside, replaced by just a fierce heat. I feared that I had in some way been permanently mutilated, but had not the courage to find out, so just lay there, silent and still. I contemplated escape. Of course I contemplated escape; no human facing fear can not consider running, but I had no concept of where the entrance was, and suspected this creature had the means and the will to kill me if I moved. I had to stay, and I had to submit to whatever degradation was afforded me. I felt a tendril touch. I anticipated the repeat of being bound, but this just slid between my legs until the tip brushed against the bruised lips of my vagina. I didn't know if I were meant to part my thighs; if such a gesture would be seen as disobedience, or whether non movement seen as hindrance. I remained still, hoping. The tip of the tendril slid between the lips and slowly entered me. It felt as if it ...

... were exploring me, but in a way that was more surgical than sexual. I started to experience sensations deep inside that I hardly know how to describe. It was not pain, but a discomfort. This thing was doing things inside me that were far from natural, and more than a little unpleasant. But my resolve held. I would submit. What followed became more distasteful and painful by the second. It started with a dull ache very low in my stomach, which quickly became a sharp cramp. I involuntarily doubled over and vomited, and as I threw up, I felt a warmth between my legs that I recognized immediately. Blood. I was having a period. Tendrils slid beneath my buttocks and back, lifted me from the floor. I lay, horizontal, with my legs hanging. I instinctively knew what was about to happen and what I needed to do. The humiliation would be total, precisely as required. I lifted and spread my legs as wide as I could. The offer of my sexuality in complete supplication. The creatures penis entered me. Not as brutal as the first time, but with no gentleness or finesse. I could feel it stretching and tearing my insides, filling me deeper with each thrust. Tears streamed down my cheeks, but I refused to be heard crying. I soon felt the end pushing into and distorting my womb. I felt full. I could hardly imagine having more inside me, but that did not stop the creature pushing ever deeper. The rhythm, already fierce, started to speed, and with the pace, the girth of it's penis seemed to grow. ...