The Mountain - Sex Stories

The Mountain

... Finally the creature seemed to shudder. I felt burning hot semen flood my insides as it started to orgasm. Started and continued for what seemed like several minutes, each subsequent thrust forcing our bodily fluids from my vagina, soaking my thighs and running between the cheeks of my buttocks. The creature withdrew and lay me on the floor. I sensed it moving. Closer. "I have hurt you, and I have humiliated you. If you had known all that might be, would you have come?" "Yes," I said, without hesitation. As I spoke I looked into the creatures eyes. I needed it to understand. Whilst the detail was beyond anything that I could have imagined, I had to face this ordeal. I felt tendrils lift and move me some considerable distance, then set me gently on my feet. "There is an opening immediately in front of you. It leads to a chamber where you may refresh yourself." My mind reeled. I was being released? No, of course I was not being released. The creature knew I would return. The creature knew as well as I did that the future of my people depended on this sacrifice being made. I had volunteered. I had asked to come here. I would not leave until the ordeal was complete. I would survive or I would die, but I would not run. The opportunity of respite was welcome. I stepped forward into another blackened cave. The air was hot, as if the walls radiated fire. I tentatively walked towards a faint distant glow and growing sound; running water. A small cavern, more akin to the grottoes ...

... depicted in the stories my mother had read to me. Sadly this was no fairy tale. A high fissure in the rock allowed a trickle of light to filter down. Water emerged from a ledge about twenty feet above my head, and emptied as a million diamonds into a pool. The ice cold water burnt into my flesh and paralyzed my lungs, but was welcome. I dived under, drinking hungrily, happy to wash away the taste of degradation and vomit, and relishing the numbing of my broken body. I knew I could do little more than cleanse my wounds so paid no attention to them. Perhaps I did not want to be reminded. When I could no longer take the rawness, I returned to the cave and lay on the floor. There was no physical comfort, but I felt clean and secure. It was enough. I had no concept of how long I lay there. I know that I slept. I woke, disoriented and stiff, yet thankfully warm. It did not take long for the reality to sink in. I knew where I was and what I had to face. That is, I knew I had to return and give my body to this creature, but just what acts or depravity it required, I could not imagine. I sensed that what I had already experienced was some sort of test, and would not be repeated, but that was hardly a comfort; the next stage could be infinitely worse. I returned to the opening and took a few tentative steps inside. Again I was enveloped in blackness. Again I felt lost as to what was expected. I waited, silently, hoping that my presence was sufficient. A tendril touched my wrist and wrapped ...