Tamed by the Vault Dwellers

by Clea Kinderton

I shook my head.

  “No,” I said. “I want to go home.”

  The gray man cocked its head, twitching its ears.

  “Let me go,” I said, speaking louder. “My friends are looking for me.”

  The gray man shrugged. It clearly couldn’t understand what I was saying. It waved again, and I again shook my head.

  It began to advance toward me, walking on its front knuckles like a baboon.

  “Stay away from me!” I shouted, backing myself up against the wall.

  It suddenly charged at me, howling with anger. The ape-man towered over me, its mouth open wide, a lavender tongue wiggling between its strong white teeth as it roared.

  I screamed and then I fainted.

  12

  The jostling woke me up.

  My eyes fluttered open and I found myself staring down at concrete, barely visible in the gloom. I seemed to be several feet above the ground, bouncing, draped over something warm and smooth. I felt a powerful arm wrapped around my waist, long fingers the size of sausages pinching into my skin.

  The creature was carrying me over its shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

  Like a caveman carrying a cavewoman back to its lair.

  I panicked and started to wriggle, trying to wrest myself free, pushing against the powerful muscles of the creature’s back with my hands.

  My rebellion earned me a swift, sharp smack on my bare behind.

  I groaned, flinching, my eyes watering from the sudden, unexpected sting. It was more than painful; it was humiliating. I tried kicking the beast and hitting it with my knees, beating my fists on its back in frustration.

  It spanked me again, this time even harder.

  I cried out, tears streaming down my cheeks. I could still feel the imprint of its hand burning.

  It was pointless. The creature was several times stronger than me. Even if I did manage to free myself from its grasp, I doubted I could outrun it. The tunnel was so dark I could hardly see my own hands held out in front of my face, and the ape-man didn’t seem to have any difficulty seeing at all. On top of that, I was lost; no doubt the creature knew every twist and turn of the underground passages and would quickly find me.

  I ceased struggling, making a conscious decision to bide my time and conserve my strength. It hadn’t killed me yet, which gave me a faint glimmer of hope that it had no immediate plans to murder me. It was always possible it was only saving me for later, of course; maybe it had already eaten? Either that ... or it had something else in mind.

  I remembered the words from the journal:

  Oh God! ... It’s trying to mate with me!

  I shuddered. I couldn’t afford to think about it. I’d go insane. Surely I’d find a way to escape before it came to that, if it did, or my friends would find me, accompanied by rescue workers or even police officers. I couldn’t afford to give up hope yet.

  Somehow, I managed to calm myself down enough to let myself be carried without protest. The creature advanced through the dark tunnel for some time, until even the throbbing in my buttocks subsided and the light had entirely faded. My only sensations now were the warmth of the beast’s shoulder and the sound of water running along beside us. I’d even grown somewhat used to the stench of the sewer. I wondered how the ape-man was able to find its way in complete darkness. Infravision? Echolocation? Or was it some other sense entirely? One completely foreign to our understanding? I had no idea. It seemed to have seen me clearly enough in bright daylight. And all those strange symbols that were painted everywhere ... surely they were the work of the man-ape as well?

  We continued to advance through the inky darkness. The creature turned several times, which I could only tell by the way its momentum caused gravity to drag on my limbs, and then eventually it came to a stop.

  Wherever we were, it was very cold, and I felt goosebumps all over my skin. I felt its arm wrap around my legs, supporting me as it shrugged me off of its shoulder and gently set me down on my feet on the cold stone floor. I could feel its warm breath blowing steam in my face; it had a weird, musky odor. I carefully extended my hands, trying to feel some kind of surface and felt the beast’s warm skin against my palm. A muscle tightened under my fingers, coiling. Was it a bicep? It’s chest? I couldn’t tell in the darkness. I couldn’t see anything. All I knew was that I was afraid. And I was cold. And I was exhausted.

  I felt the creature’s hands on my shoulders, gently guiding me to take several steps. Then I felt it pulling me down and pulling me in, clasping me against its body as it sank down to sit on the floor. It made a sort of nest with its crossed legs and sat me down on its lap. I was crying, certain that I was about to endure something awful, but after much fidgeting and manipulation of my limbs I found myself being settled into the cradle of its long arms and massive hands. The creature was being very gentle. I felt like a child compared to it. It’s warm, soft skin was as pleasant as a hot water bottle, the small hairs very soft, and I realized for the very first time that the creature had an almost pleasant odor, a sort of flowery, papery smell mixed with leather.

  I sat petrified in its lap for a long time, until I could feel the ape-man relaxing and heard its breath becoming slower and deeper.

  It’s going to sleep, I realized, suddenly feeling hopeful.

  Not only was it not going to immediately assault me, but I might even find an opportunity to escape.

  My best bet was to pretend to go to sleep as well. I would wait for a bit, and then when I was certain that the ape-man was sleeping, I could slowly extricate myself and sneak away. It wasn’t a perfect plan — I knew there was a good chance that it would wake up, and even be angry with me — but it was the best plan I had.

  I shut my eyes (not that it made any difference) and tried to relax. I didn’t want to give myself away by appearing too excited.

  I realized with some surprise that I didn’t feel cold anymore; the ape-man’s body was giving off so much heat that I felt as snug as if I’d been tucked under a pile of blankets. I listened to the creature’s gentle breathing, feeling the steady rise and fall of its chest against my cheek. I could even hear its enormous heart beating in its chest, making a strong, steady thump-thump-thump sound like a muffled drum.

  And that must have been when I fell asleep.

  13

  I woke with a start.

  For half a second, I thought I’d gone blind. My pulse raced, and then everything came back to me in a flash. My heart began beating even faster.

  My cheek was still pressed against the beast-man’s warm chest, which was still rising and falling gently. Much to my chagrin, I’d been drooling.

  I cautiously pulled my face away, wiping my lips and chin.

  Ugh, I thought, grimacing.

  I tried to determine how tightly I’d been bound captive.

  The beast-man’s thick, muscular arm was wrapped around my waist, pinning me as effectively as a fallen tree. Its other arm was draped casually over my legs. Soft snores escaped through its lips.

  It was then that I became distinctly aware that I was sitting on something.

  The small of my back was pressed against the inside of the creature’s thigh, and my bare buttocks were resting on cold stone or concrete. But something was propping up my thighs. Something warm and fleshy that was not its other leg. I knew it wasn’t the creature’s leg because my calves were resting on its opposite leg, pinned under its other arm.

  I felt a sick swirling in my stomach. The warm, fleshy member I was sitting on was rigid, and felt about as thick around as my forearm.

  Is that ... morning wood? Please tell me this isn’t happening.

  Now that I was aware of the stiff member, it was all I could think about.

  Thank God it’s still asleep!

  I sat there for several minutes, too afraid to move or to do anything that would draw attention to myself, feeling its firm member throb gently against the back of my thighs, just below my buttocks. Soon I began to feel physically uncomfortable. My muscles
were cramping. I needed to shift, to stretch my legs, but I was terrified of waking the sleeping beast.

  Tentatively, I wiggled, trying to shift myself into a more comfortable position. I felt the creature’s member twitch against my thighs, invigorated by my movements.

  I froze, petrified, but it slept on, undisturbed.

  The creature’s lack of response gave me courage and I very cautiously wrapped my fingers around its big, bony wrist, seeing how far I could shift it.

  It’s arm was surprisingly heavy, a dead weight as massive as a full-grown python. I managed to lift its arm and move it about two inches before disturbing the creature. It grumbled and tightened its grip on my waist, pulling me closer, and crushing my face against its chest.

  I froze again, nose pressed into its skin, inhaling its odd, papery, leathery musk, trying to determine if I’d woken the creature. It resumed its slow steady breathing and then began to gently snore. After a few minutes, its arm began to relax and I could breathe easily again. I made another effort to escape.

  This time, instead of trying to lift its arm from my waist, I tried to free my legs. I pulled up first one leg, then the other, slowly and painstakingly working them free. I became self-consciously aware of how much my upper thighs were wiggling against the creature’s erect member. I could feel it twitching and throbbing and stopped every few seconds to give the beast a chance to settle down.

  I finally managed to pull one of my feet free, almost hitting myself in the face with my knee. The creature stirred, shifting slightly in place, its member straining. Paralyzed with fright, I remained with one leg awkwardly raised for almost a whole minute before I felt certain the beast wasn’t going to wake. I gently placed my bare foot against the ape-man’s arm, holding it in place as I pulled my second foot free.

  I was now sitting with my knees almost touching my face. I was breathing hard with fear and excitement. I was halfway to freedom!

  I twisted slowly at the waist, until my feet touched the ground on the other side of the beast-man’s legs.

  I tried to slither out from under its arm, but my breasts got in the way, crushed against its powerful forearm, which it was once again tightening. I could feel its warm member pressing up against the middle of my back, harder than ever. I lay there twisted like a pretzel, trying to control my breathing as I waited for it to once again relax.

  When I was sure that it was still asleep, I made a Herculean effort and popped free from under its arm, sliding down into its lap so that my neck was bent and the back of my head was pressed against its belly. I could feel its cock throbbing between my shoulder blades now. The creature was becoming restless.

  Now or never, I thought, struggling to sit up.

  The beast-man grunted and stirred. Heart beating wildly, I rolled onto my hands and knees and scrambled forward, making a break for it.

  14

  I didn’t get very far.

  The beast-man’s fingers closed around my hair and it jerked me to an abrupt halt.

  “Ow! Goddammit!” I shouted, frustrated to the point of rage. “Let me go!”

  I tried to pry its fingers loose with both hands but the creature simply tightened its grip. It was like trying to wrestle with a giant.

  The beast-man made some low, guttural noises that sounded like muttering and gave my hair a slight tug.

  “Ouch! Stop it!” I screamed at him.

  I felt a sharp smack on my bottom.

  “Ugh!”

  I jerked from the pain but was held too firmly to escape. The creature spanked me again, making my cheeks burn like they were on fire.

  I redoubled my efforts to escape and it growled with irritation. It grabbed my arm and jerked me back, scraping me along the concrete. The creature was demonically strong. It could have torn me limb from limb or dashed my head against the concrete as easily as if I were a doll.

  It twisted its fingers in my hair, forcing me to kneel as it loomed behind me. It leaned down, putting its mouth close to my ear, and it started to make harsh, threatening sounds in a deep, rumbling voice. It shook me several times by the arm, snarling.

  It’s going to kill me.

  I cowered, whimpering and cringing in its grasp, and became dimly aware that a warm, wet puddle was spreading out underneath me. The smell of urine filled the air.

  I was so afraid I was pissing myself.

  The beast-man stopped what it was doing. I heard it sniffing. It grumbled something under its breath and abruptly let me go.

  I was too frightened to move, even to crawl away from the puddle I was sitting in. I heard the beast-man’s feet padding softly across the concrete and for a second a brief glimmer of hope flickered in my heart. Had I made myself so disgusting to the ape-man that it had decided to abandon me?

  I heard a steady stream of liquid splattering against the concrete. The scent of urine became even stronger and the creature let out a deep, disturbingly human sigh.

  I’d merely inspired the creature to relieve itself.

  I pushed myself onto my hands and knees, determining there and then to make good on my escape. I leapt to my feet and dashed headlong into the darkness. I hadn’t gotten more than about ten or fifteen paces before I felt myself being grabbed around the waist and hoisted up into the air.

  The creature flipped me around so that I was face up, one of its big, brawny arms supporting my shoulders, its fingers in my armpit, the other supporting my knees. It was holding me out away from its body, as if I were a dirty animal.

  I was too afraid of being tossed through the air to struggle and let the creature carry me at arm’s length through the darkness.

  After a time, a faint glow of light appeared and I could see the walls and ceiling of the tunnel. It looked like sunlight, and I could detect the faint odor of fresh air and water. A moment later, I could hear water cascading into a pool.

  We emerged into bright morning daylight shining down from high above. We were back in the deep concrete pit with the water spouts.

  The creature set me down on my feet beside the drain pipe and pushed me under the water.

  The shock of the icy cold water made me gasp out loud and I began to shiver convulsively. The creature held onto one arm and began running its free hand up and down my body, washing me like a mother ape washing its baby.

  I had no choice but to submit to its humiliating treatment. Its broad hand running over my breasts, in conjunction with the cold water, was making my nipples as hard as two pebbles.

  But the worst was yet to come.

  The ape-man began washing up and down my legs and buttocks, running its hand over the inside of my thighs with particular intensity. I could tell in what direction its grooming was leading, but I was powerless to stop it.

  It pushed its hand into my crotch and began washing the folds of my vagina with its thick fingers, rubbing me vigorously to clean out all of the crevices. In spite of my silent prayers to God and the pressure of my teeth biting into my lower lip, I found myself becoming unnaturally stimulated by its energetic stroking. I felt violated by being manhandled by the brute, but at the same time I had the distinct impression that its attentions were not sexual but arising from an excessive concern for my personal hygiene.

  What happened next was most disturbing.

  I hadn’t anticipated the acuity of the creature’s senses, and when my body began to lubricate itself in response to its stroking, the creature suddenly paused and hunched over, inhaling.

  My cheeks flushed, and my heart began to race.

  The beast-man pulled me out from under the water and placed its head very close to my groin, sniffing me. It ran its finger along my damp slit and examined the moisture on its fingertip, smelling it, and then — more horrifying still — licked it with its big lavender tongue.

  Oh God! It knows I’m excited. It’s going to think that I’m in heat.

  The creature ran its finger between my folds a second time and again licked its finger. As disgusted as I was by this display o
f animal curiosity, I seemed to have lost all control over my arousal. The harder I fought not to be stimulated, the more stimulated I seemed to get. My body was rebelling against me and the realization that on some deep, primal, animal level I was intensely aroused only served to drive me further into a kind of dissociated horror and self-loathing.

  The beast-man was exploring me more intently now, prying my labia apart with the tips of its fingers and inspecting my vagina. With childlike curiosity, it pressed the tip of one of its sausage-like fingers into my pink center and began to wiggle it back and forth. I moaned and felt myself opening to its touch. Suddenly, it plunged its thick finger inside of me.

  I gasped out loud, my legs shaking violently as it pushed its finger in to the second knuckle.

  It’s as big as a cock.

  I felt it feeling around inside of me, probing me with its finger. I was getting wetter and wetter, and my little groans and shivers only seemed to increase its curiosity. The tip of its finger was curled forward and lightly stroking the wall of my vagina, right where I liked to be touched. It was incredible. It was like the man-ape knew what it was doing!

  The beast-man leaned forward, pushing its nose into my pubic hair, and I felt something slippery and flexible sliding over my clit.

  I moaned out loud, trembling.

  This isn’t happening. It can’t be happening.

  The ape-man began to caress my clit with its tongue as it rubbed my G-spot. The sensations were so intense that my leg began to shake violently and I had to rest my hand on its broad shoulder to keep from falling over.

  The more excited I got, the more enthusiastically the creature licked my clit, sending chills of arousal coursing through my body. The creature had let go of my arm to grasp me firmly by the buttock, holding me in place. I was groaning loudly now, digging my fingernails into its skin. I realized with consternation that I’d never been so aroused in my life. Something about the strange, surreal nature of the experience had broken through all the barriers of civilized restraint.

  The beast-man licked harder and faster, swirling its tongue around and around as it caressed the inside of my vagina. I found myself hurtling toward an incredible peak.