The Mountain - Sex Stories

The Mountain

... itself into my hand. It gently pulled. I was being led deeper into the space in a way that almost seemed delicate, as might a friend, or a parent with a child. That made it seem all the more sinister. When it halted, tendrils touched the inside of my ankles and teased me to stand, legs apart. More pressure and I bent forward, hands flat to the floor. I was being prepared. The first blow took me by surprise. It felt like some sort of paddle. It struck the top of both thighs, and because of the pose I now held, whispered against the delicate outer lips of my vagina. The blow was not hard, just enough to make me gasp and my skin tingle. The second blow was very different. I screamed, my skin burnt and my eyes filled with tears. The third and fourth had me sobbing loudly. There had never been a point in my life that I had to experience pain, so I have no idea whether the threshold I had was high or low. I just knew I could take no more. I waited for the next blow, knowing that I would collapse and beg for mercy, knowing that I would move, knowing that I would fail this test and my people, but it never came. I waited, maintaining the position I was put in, but nothing happened. The tendrils returned. Two made to lift my upper body until it became horizontal, and seemed to intertwine, forming a platform to carry my weight. The other two slid across the back of my thighs. They felt cold against my burning flesh, cold and greasy. They were applying some sort of balm. The pain on my ...

... thighs, and the more intimate areas as a tendril gently caressed there too, began to ease. I was acutely aware of being touched, and of being bruised and bloody, but as the fierce heat faded, the sensation became almost pleasant. All the while I held still. I was unrestrained and free to move, free to recapture control, albeit briefly, but I held still. I understood what was expected; complete obedience, and I was determined to comply. A tendril slid between the cheeks of my buttocks, still cold, still greasy, and started to tease my most private of holes. It entered me. I gasped and involuntarily clenched my muscles. I felt this thing stiffen and resist my body's intention to expel it. It pushed further in. I could feel my hole being stretched. I could even feel the flesh tearing as it's elasticity failed, but the pain was little more than having a sharp nail scratch your flesh. As the tendril withdrew, I sensed the creature standing behind me; that now familiar feeling of being scrutinized . Closely. I instinctively knew what was about to happen. Fear overwhelmed me and I started to cry. The creatures penis entered me. Entered my anus. I felt my hole stretch until the giant head was inside me, and then the movement as it continued to slide, ever deeper. I could feel the whole of my insides being distorted. I felt full; the sort of full you experience when you urgently need to evacuate your bowel. The creature started to fuck me, each thrust seemingly finding new depths, each ...