Oh, Robyn! You’re not supposed to like it!
The Mole hammered my cunt with mounting, furious intensity, until the constant stimulation became a continual glow of ecstasy. The crushing weight of its body bearing down on me, grinding my clit against its belly with every thrust, was driving me mad with excitement.
I came hard, moaning loudly, losing awareness of everything but the rapid, powerful pulsations of pure joy that threatened to tear my body apart. I felt myself clenching around the creature’s steely, magnificent tool, pulling it in deeper and holding it there, the head of its cock pushed up tight against my cervix. The beast let out a roar and its whole body went stiff, trembling from the strain, its muscles tensing with bone snapping intensity. Its cock throbbed wildly inside of me, swelling as the blood pumped through its engorged tissues, and I felt a strong vibration run the length of its shaft. A burst of liquid heat erupted deep in my belly, flowing and spreading as the Mole emptied its prodigious load into my womb. There must have been at least a dozen vigorous pulsations, depositing so much semen that I could feel it seeping back down my vagina and trickling out to drip down over my skin.
For perhaps a minute the Mole laid on top of me, panting, its chest heaving. The throbbing of its cock gradually subsided and the beast-man finally withdrew, unleashing a stream of its spunk and leaving me feeling gaping and empty.
It got up and crawled off of me, shambling down off the bed of mattresses.
I inspected my vagina with my fingers, checking for damage, but everything appeared to be intact. I was throbbing, stretched, and sore, but unharmed. I took my fingers away and looked at the sticky blobs of semen stretching between my fingertips. It looked exactly the same as human semen.
I wiped my fingers off on my belly and rolled over onto my side, watching the Mole as it picked through the boxes where it had gotten the cereal and water. I felt detached. I should have been horrified by what had just happened to me and desperate to flee, but all I felt was a smug sense of contentment. I’d never been so thoroughly and satisfyingly fucked in my entire life, and I felt like some long suppressed, deeply buried desire had finally been fulfilled.
You brought that on yourself, Robyn. You can’t blame him for doing what he did. You’re the one that got him all riled up.
The Mole picked up a can and examined it, then it ambled over to a glass cabinet and opened the door, reaching for something inside.
I could just lay here and watch him all day, I thought, admiring the way the muscles of its back and shoulders shifted beneath the creature’s skin.
It turned and walked back over on its hind legs. It was holding a can opener in one hand, and a can of fruit salad in the other.
A can opener?! I had to sit up. Does it really know how to use that?
I felt a trickle of semen leaking out of me onto the mattress and reached over and grabbed one of the blankets and used the corner to mop myself up. Then I stuffed a fresh, folded section underneath me to serve as a sponge. I realized that the Mole had been watching me intently the whole time, waiting patiently for me to finish. I blushed up at it and nodded.
It sat down beside me, set the can on the mattress between its legs, placed the can opener on top, snapped the can open with a squeeze of the handle, and turned the little lever with its oversized fingers. The creature did it all as naturally as I could have. If anything, better than I could have.
It pried open the loose lid and broke it off and placed the can in my hands. I took it gratefully, smiling. It smelled delicious. My stomach was audibly growling.
I tried to fish out a piece of peach with my fingers, but it slipped back into the can before I could get it out. The syrup was too slippery.
The Mole made a huffing, snorting sound and abruptly got back to its feet. It ran back over to the cabinet and dug through the drawer, clinking metal. A moment later, it returned with a spoon.
Just when you thought it couldn’t get any stranger, I thought, taking the spoon.
“Thank you,” I said, smiling again.
The Mole smiled back at me and then ambled off.
I caught the recalcitrant peach slice on the spoon and sucked it into my mouth. I broke the rubbery chunk with my teeth, savoring the rich, tart sweet flesh.
Where did it get all this food? Where did it get the can opener and the spoon? And who taught it how to use them?
The more I thought about the strangeness of the situation, the more puzzled I became.
Had it learned all of this from humans? Who had those soldiers been? Had they been caretakers of some sort? Were the Moles part of some kind of government project gone awry? Was that why the installation had been abandoned?
I scooped out a bit of pear and put it in my mouth.
The creature was beyond dangerous. If pushed to anger, it was capable of blind, destructive rage. Even now the images of its titanic struggle with the albino alligator in the dark sewer, the brutal beating of the other Mole by the reservoir, and the horrific attack on the soldiers in the hall were as bright and vivid in my memory as if I’d just witnessed them. And yet, for some reason, I no longer felt afraid of the creature. In fact, in a strange way, I’d never felt safer. My companion had never tried to harm me. It had risked its life several times to save me. And just now, when I’d taken advantage of it while it was sleeping, its only response had been to give me a thorough and well-deserved fucking.
Just the thought of it was making me tingle again.
I pulled out a grape and popped it into my mouth, biting into it. Juice squirted against the inside of my cheek.
The Mole had found something to eat. At first I couldn’t make out what it was, then realized with amusement that it was beef jerky. I didn’t want to think about what it ate in the wild. Its teeth were flat, like a herbivore’s, not pointed. But then, so were human teeth, and we excelled at eating other animals. What could it possibly find to eat underground? Surely there weren’t enough rats to feed an animal this big, let alone several. The more I thought about it, the deeper the mystery became.
I set half a cherry on my tongue and then slowly chewed it. The Mole had finished its meal and wandered over. It watched me eat for several seconds and then grunted.
“You need a name,” I said. “I can’t keep calling you ‘The Mole’. That doesn’t feel right. What about ... Marco?”
It was a silly name for a Mole, but I had nothing better. Besides, I figured there was a reason I’d given him that name in the dream, and it seemed like tempting fate to change it now.
Marco tossed his head to one side and half-turned, as if he wanted me to follow.
“You want me to come with you?” I said, dropping the spoon into the can and setting the can down on the floor.
The Mole repeated the grunt and the half-turning away gesture.
I stood up, prepared to follow him, but he didn’t begin walking. Instead, he turned around and slapped his back with his hand.
“I don’t understand,” I said, perplexed.
Marco slapped his hand on his back a second time and then waved me forward. He repeated the sequence two more times, but I couldn’t figure out what he was trying to say.
With a huff, Marco turned and picked me up. I squealed with surprise and then found myself draped over his back. He was holding onto one of my arms, which he had draped over his shoulder and I quickly grabbed his other shoulder with my free hand and wrapped my legs around his waist. He reached behind and placed his hand on my bum, shifting me, and then placed my arms around his neck in a particular way. I clung to him, straining to hold myself up, and then his hands were looped under my legs, just above the knees, supporting my weight.
He’s ... giving me a piggy-back ride, I thought, bemused. He wants to take me somewhere. I guess its easier than carrying me around like a baby.
Marco walked over to the door and ducked through and then turned down the hall, heading toward a part of the facility that we hadn’t yet explored.
I hoped my luck wasn’
t about to take a turn for the worse.
22
I was so used to watching Marco walk around on all fours like a gorilla that I found it surprising he walked so gracefully using only his hind legs.
Legs, Robyn. Using only his legs. He’s not an animal. He’s a human, just like you. Well, maybe not a human, per se, but something closely related to one.
Of course, it was possible I felt somewhat obligated to think this way, since I’d already had sex with him.
At the end of the hall, we came to a set of double doors. Marco pushed one of the doors open and we found ourselves in another hall. This one was better lit and had a number of doors on one side, all of them with small glass windows reinforced by wire mesh.
As Marco carried me down the hall, I peered through the windows, trying to see what was inside. They appeared to be classrooms. There were desks and blackboards and out-of-date maps on the walls. The hall abruptly turned at a right angle and we followed it into a room filled with lockers and benches. The lockers were quite rusted and the blue paint was bubbling and peeling from the metal. On the other side of a wall of lockers was a second room. It was large and empty, with a number of pipes ending in showerheads hanging from the ceiling.
Why has he brought me here? I wondered. Surely there’s no water running through these pipes anymore. Not after all of these years.
Marco crouched down, letting go of my legs, and I slipped down off his back to land on my bare feet on the floor. My knees were still aching a little, but not as badly as I’d feared that they would. They’d gotten quite a bit better while I was sleeping.
Marco padded toward the wall and grabbed a star-shaped faucet and gave it a crank. The pipes started to vibrate and bang and a moment later water was pouring out of the showerhead over the Mole. Marco turned and looked at me and waved me over.
I approached cautiously, testing the stream with my hands to see how cold it was. It was warm! And clean! It seemed like there would be no end to these miracles.
I stepped into the spray of water, letting the warm beads caress my skin. It felt so good I started to laugh.
Marco smiled at me, and made a soft yelping sound. It sounded as if it were trying to imitate me.
“I don’t know how you found this place,” I said, running my hands through my hair, “but I’m glad you did.”
The creature raised one of his hands and gently cupped my cheek, lightly brushing away the water with his thumb. He was looking at me tenderly, with an expression that made my heart flutter.
On an impulse, I laid my fingers over the back of his hand and kissed his palm, then I took his large wrist in both hands and gently lowered it until his hand was over my bare breast. I closed my hands around his, forcing him to squeeze my tit. Marco watched me intently, shifting his gaze from my hands and breast to my face and then back again. It didn’t take him long to figure out what I wanted him to do.
He began to squeeze my breast on his own, using just as much pressure as I had. I raised my own hand to the nipple of my other breast and began to rub it between my fingers and tug on it. Marco observed me carefully and then began to do the same to my other breast, lightly pinching my nipple between its thumb and forefinger and pulling.
My nipples were hard as pebbles, and I felt my arousal intensifying. Marco started using both hands, one on each breast, alternating between kneading them and pinching my nipples. I looked down and saw that his cock was beginning to lengthen and harden.
I reached down and grabbed the tip and started to fondle it. It was slippery from the water. The Mole made a rough sound low in his throat, between a bark and a cough, but did not try to stop me. I grew bolder and ran my hand along the slick length of his shaft, groping and squeezing it as I tugged. I raised his cock, holding it in front of my belly as I jerked him off. I still couldn’t believe how large it was. I couldn’t believe it had already been inside of me.
Our proximity made it difficult for Marco to continue massaging my breasts, so he reached behind with his long arms and cupped my buttocks instead, giving them a firm squeeze with both hands. I was getting very excited now and stroking him harder. I reached underneath his cock with one hand and found his heavy sack and lightly cupped his wet balls. They were enormous, too, in proportion with his cock, each nut the size of a large egg.
The beast-man seemed to enjoy this. He was breathing hard, almost snorting like a horse, and his hands were gripping my buttocks harder, pulling me in closer. I angled his cock down and began to rub the glans against my clit, stimulating us both at the same time. I sighed, deeply satisfied by this contact.
This seemed to be too much for the Mole for he suddenly heaved me up into the air and held me over his waist. I squealed with surprise and delight, wrapping my arms around his strong neck as he wrapped one of his long, muscular arms around my waist. The water was hot enough to surround us in a soothing steam.
Marco held me firmly against his chest with one arm and with his other hand he lined up his cock with my slit and rubbed it back and forth along the length of my labia, lubricating himself. I moaned softly and impatiently and he gently forced it in.
I gasped, biting my lower lip and wincing at the size of his erection. I felt that almost-painful stretching once again and then his shaft was slowly inching its way up into my tight channel.
This time, he didn’t slam it all the way in to my cervix but stopped halfway inside of me and then placed both hands on my buttocks to support my weight. Using my legs and arms, and the strength of his own arms, I raised and lowered myself on Marco’s prodigious cock, rubbing my clit against the beast’s belly. Marco was so outrageously strong that there seemed to be very little danger of him tiring from supporting my weight, and I intended to take full advantage of this fact.
In this position, I had tremendous control over the angle, speed, and depth of penetration, and it wasn’t long before I felt the first stirrings of an onrushing climax. The Mole’s deep, strong breathing, his little sighs and huffs, and the throbbing of his cock, left me in no doubt that the beast-man was enjoying himself as well.
I rode him for several minutes, shamelessly pleasuring myself, but forced myself to come to a pause each time my body threatened to climax. I wanted to linger there, on the very threshold of orgasm, prolonging my enjoyment of the ape-man’s girthy cock as long as possible, savoring the way his stony shaft pulsated with excitement inside of me. I could have given myself multiple orgasms easily, but some impish part of me wanted to feel the rapid eruption of his seed bursting inside of me first, to climax in response to his climax, so I bit my lip and carried on, trying to concentrate, determined not to be the first to cum.
I remembered how good it had felt when he’d been hitting that spot just above my cervix and lowered myself experimentally, taking him in even deeper. I pushed down against him, feeling the rigid bulb push up against that deep inner wall. I trembled, shuddering from the contact, and wiggled my hips, rubbing myself deep inside. Swirls of pleasure cascaded through me. I moaned out loud, almost in a swoon.
God this feels good! Why didn’t anyone tell me this was possible?!
I’d never known that this new erogenous zone existed. Then again, I’d never had such a fabulous tool of sexual exploration at my disposal.
I continued to gyrate on his cock, driven on by curiosity, and felt a sudden, sharp swelling of pleasure erupt deep in my core.
Dammit! I cried inwardly. I groaned loudly, digging my fingers into Marco’s skin.
I hadn’t wanted to cum first, but I’d gotten carried away. My orgasm was softer and less intense than usual, but it was an all-encompassing orgasm that seemed to stimulate me down to my very cells. My whole body was filled with warmth and a throbbing, organic hum of delight. The pleasure was so deliciously sweet I felt drunk and had to rest my head against Marco’s chest, sighing and clinging to his neck.
When my orgasm ebbed, I marshaled my resources and resumed my self-pleasuring. I brought myself to a second, and then a
third orgasm, each one stronger than the last. I was clinging tightly to Marco’s neck, moaning loudly into his ear as my body clenched and trembled on his fabulous member.
It was on my way to my fourth orgasm that Marco’s grip on my buttocks convulsively tightened and he let out a barking, anguished grunt of pleasure. The Mole’s cock swelled and hardened like steel inside of me, straining vigorously against my vaginal walls as he thrust deeper. I raised my head, gasping, as the tip pushed firmly against my cervix. It was like he was trying to force his glans directly into my womb. I should have found the sensation painful, but for some reason it felt intensely, almost maddeningly, arousing. The long, thick shaft of his cock twitched powerfully and I felt the hot flood of his semen exploding like a geyser against my cervix, filling me more and more with every burst.
I came harder than I’ve ever cum in my life, writhing and shouting with ecstasy, my cunt clenched around his cock like a vise as the beast-man did his best to impregnate me.
His flow was tremendous. I couldn’t help but wonder just how much larger a Mole’s load was than a regular man’s, how many millions of sperm were being fired directly into my womb with each powerful stream. I could feel his seed being pushed back down over his cock and dripping out of my cunt, splashing into the water on the tiles at his feet as the shower washed it down toward the drain.
Our orgasms attained, we clung to each other in the hot spray of the shower, enjoying the post-coital afterglow. I was so exhausted and relaxed that I could have fallen asleep in his arms, still impaled on his beautiful prick, my cheek resting against his warm chest.
And I might have if someone hadn’t spoken at that exact moment.
23
“What the—” cried a quavery, male voice behind me.
I was so startled, I would have jumped if I hadn’t been physically impaled on the Mole. My sudden cringing and my gasp of surprise alarmed Marco, who tightened his grip around me protectively.
I turned my head and looked back over my shoulder, clinging to Marco, terrified that we’d been discovered by more soldiers. A solitary man in a white biohazard suit, of somewhat less than average height and of slight build, was standing at the entrance to the showers. He was holding a clipboard in one of his big white gloves, and his pose indicated a state of shock, though it was hard to make out his expression through the somewhat reflective surface of his plastic face mask.
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