The Mountain - Sex Stories

The Mountain

... thrust making the penis inside me swell. Each thrust making my anus contract and squeeze. As the creature fucked me, the tendrils supporting my body started to move, circling then squeezing on my drooping young breasts. With each thrust the tendrils tightened, until I felt the glands they contain might burst through the skin. It felt as though my nipples were being cut open. I screamed. Amid the sobs and tears, I screamed. As I screamed, I felt the creature orgasm. The first spurts of semen were deep inside my bowel, but it withdrew and continued to spray it's hot seed over my buttocks, my thighs and across my lower back. The creature remained still. I could hear it panting and groaning, a deep soulful groan that echoed in the darkness. I could feel it's penis laying hot and sticky against my flesh. I could feel my rectum trying to return to normality, squeezing semen and possibly my own excrement from inside me, making farting noises. Noises which even now, embarrassed me. The tendrils released their grip and lowered me to the floor. I instinctively curled into a fetal ball and continued to cry. Tears, and a feeling of desolation were all that remained. I have no idea how long I lay like that. It may have been five minutes or five hours. Time no longer had meaning. I don't think I slept; I think my brain just shut down, unable to process the reality of what was happening. While the room remained stiflingly hot, I started to shiver and it somehow brought me to my senses. I ...

... waited, trying to anticipate my disobedience. I eased myself up. "I am done with you." The creatures voice was distant. "You may return to the cavern, or you may leave. Decide and I will guide you." Now was my chance. This was the whole reason for my presence, the whole reason for suffering this ordeal, and I froze. Fear again overwhelmed me. I knew that I might provoke another assault, and doubted I would survive, but ... "No." It was hardly a logical reply, or even an intelligent comment, but it was the best I could manage. I sensed the creature suddenly close. I could not see it's eyes, but I knew it was intensely studying me from the hair standing on my neck." "No, you will not decide?" "No, I do not wish to leave." This time the creatures face was immediately in front of mine. I could see it's eyes. Burning. Intense. I could feel the breath from it's flaring nostrils scouring my skin in angry repeated bursts. My heart pumped hard in my chest and ears. "Child, you do not have the strength to take more of what I might do." I swallowed hard, and tried to control my breathing. I had rehearsed this moment too many times. I had to get it right. "I do not crave the humiliation and punishment," I said hesitantly, "but if that is the price of my understanding why it has to be this way, then I will pay. Willingly." The creature growled; a deep angry roar full of hatred and frustration. It vanished from my view. I could sense it's presence and imagined it's movement; pacing, as my ...