The frenzied shrieks of the lust incited animals continued on for what seemed like an eternity, driving Lisa's nerve-racked body further into the depths of despair. She knew now without a doubt that the man holding her prisoner was madly insane, and she had to think… she must think of a way to escape. But how? Dr. Quinn had her exactly where he wanted her. She knew that. She could tell from the lewd look on his face that he enjoyed seeing her locked up like the rest of the trapped animals, and no telling what vile plans he had in mind for her.
She stopped her pitiful sobbing and a cold fear ran through her body, as she thought of the power he now had over her, and what cruel acts Dr. Quinn was capable of performing. She knew that she must think of some way to get a message out to Thea or Nell without him discovering what she was doing. Surely, she thought, neither of them had any knowledge of his lewd experiments.
Lisa looked around the cage for some object or material that she could use to convey a message to someone upstairs, but the entire area was bare except for the mattress that covered the floor. The cage itself was sturdily constructed and reinforced so that it would almost be impossible to break out of, and the only opening besides the heavily barred door was a small trap door on the side that was just large enough to squeeze a small child through. She thought of screaming at the top of her lungs in the chance that someone might hear her, but she knew that would be hopeless because the walls of the laboratory were covered with acoustical soundproofing panels, designed to absorb the loudest of sounds.
Oh God, if these crazed animals don't stop howling, I'll go out of my mind.
The loudest noise came from the chimp's cage, and although she had purposely been avoiding the sickening sight of the two animals ravaging each other's body, the menacing sound of a shrill grunting noise forced her attention in that direction. Her mouth gaped open and her eyes widened in revulsion at the sight of the two hairy creatures pounding into each other as though they were trying to destroy one another. She was horrified as she watched the male chimp ramming the full length of his throbbing cock inside the moist interior of his mate, while at the same time she savagely slammed her buttocks back at him just as viciously. Both chimps' mouths were agape and pulled tightly over their teeth in a half pain filled, half mocking expression. Saliva ran down the sides of their face, and their breath came in short fast gasps.
Oh no… somebody stop them she thought, before the poor dumb creatures kill themselves. But her silent pleas went unanswered as the male chimp dug his fingers deeper into the poor female's hairy belly and screwed on wildly into her ever expanding passage. Lisa could hear the slap of his swollen balls and see his long thick cock pistoning in and out with rhythmic beats, battering at the vagina as though it was his last moment on earth. She tried to close her eyes and shut off the sight of the brutal animal fucking taking place so close in front of her, but she remained involuntarily hypnotized by the cruel bestial assault. Suddenly, the female let out a loud groan and fell to the floor of the cage as her legs finally buckled beneath her, but the male continued beating into her, falling with her collapsed body without missing a stroke. His hairy body was now a ball of sheer uncontrolled lust that was unleashing itself completely against the pleading moans of his mate. The chimp's power and energy seemed unlimited as he continued on and on, lunging and pounding at the hairy heap beneath him until no sound or protest could be heard from the female. Her head was twisted grotesquely to the side of her body now, and her sightless eyes stared blankly at the direction of Lisa's cage, as her limp and unfeeling body absorbed her sex-crazed mate, still slamming into her with wild abandon.
The lewd death stare coming from the battered female chimp horrified Lisa to the very depth's of her being, breaking the hypnotic trance that had engulfed her moments before. She could hear her own voice now screaming and shouting at the dumb male animal to stop, but he continued his ceaseless screwing, either not knowing or caring that his mate was dead. There was nothing Lisa could do now and she turned away from the terrifying, yet pitiful sight, burying her face in the mattress as if in an attempt to close off the brutal reality of the grotesque scene before her.
An hour had passed, maybe two, she was not certain now of anything except that she was huddled and cringing on the floor of the cage with her hands pressed so tightly over her ears that her whole head ached and vibrated with tormenting ringing sounds, though she thought she could hear a distant voice calling her name. She rolled over on her back and opened her eyes. She froze as they came into immediate contact with Dr. Quinn, leering down at her on the other side of the bars, holding a tray of food in front of him.
"Well, Lisa, I'm glad to see you've finally controlled yourself. I've brought you some breakfast. Nell prepared it especially for you," he added, opening the small trap door and pushing the tray through the narrow opening.
Lisa cringed and backed away as he inched the tray in her direction, extending his hands and arms as far into the cage as the open passage would allow. He lifted the chrome lid from the tray, esposing an enormous meal that was large enough to feed two people. The smell of the bacon and eggs and the thought of eating while crouched in this cage surrounded by filthy animals, sickened her to the point of nausea and she turned away from the platter in disgust. Wild thoughts ran through her mind as the despair and hopelessness of her entrapment came back into focus. If Nell had prepared the tray of food for him, then she must know that she was a prisoner down here. Oh God! She must know.
Dr. Quinn impatiently stepped back and let the trap door slain shut. He was not certain yet what he was going to do with the uncooperative little bitch now cowering in the corner of the cage, but he knew she would be very useful for certain phases of his experiments.
"Suit yourself, but I assure you that in a few hours, you'll regret not eating now. As I said before you'll need your strength. I've decided to include you in part of my hormone experiments."
Lisa backed even further away from him until her shoulders were pressed painfully against the cold bars of the cage. She could hardly believe her ears as she listened to his words, and the tone of his voice implied that he was actually paying her a compliment!
"You look shocked, my dear. You shouldn't be. Actually you're the most eligible female specimen here at Brookdale."
His eyes clinically undressed and slowly appraised her body as if she were being surveyed and analyzed under a microscope, while he continued talking, now more to himself than to her.
"Yes, the perfect specimen. Young… strong, with a high endurance rate. Lush… ripe, a generous span between the hip bones… yes, I think of great capacity…" His voice trailed off into silence as his cruel eyes bulged and widened the longer they drank in her youthful beauty, then fused into a hypnotic stare as his lewd mind pictured perverted fantasies of her ravishment. It was easy for him to visualize the beautiful girl lying on her back in total submission to a rampaging mate, with her lithe supple body tightly pulling him into her with an equally savage burst of hot and uncontrolled passion. He smiled to himself for he knew that the powerful stimulus of his newly developed hormone would be capable of turning his pornographic thoughts into reality. His mouth began to salivate as he thought of her groaning piteously beneath her conqueror while he plunged and twisted into her vagina with the inhuman strength of a superman. What pleasure he would derive from watching this uncontrollable little wench being used and debauched until she was of no more use than the lifeless female chimp, now balled up in a limp hairy heap in the cage beside her. Perhaps then, the torment he had felt all his life from all the beautiful, yet unobtainable bitches just like her, would cease, and later, when the hormone was completely tested for controlled consumption, he would be able to start a new life. Right now, he wanted to get near her and explore her body to the fullest so that he would know her true capacity before starting any of the tests. His hands involuntarily trembled with subdued excitement in anticipation of kneading and probing at her soft resilient flesh and watching it gave way under the pressure of his strong firm fingers. But first, he would have to coax her into taking the strong sedative that he had stirred into the orange juice, after that his task would be easy and quite enjoyable.
"Come now Lisa… Nell will be disappointed if I have to take the tray back untouched."
Lisa relaxed a little when he spoke, thinking that at least the menacing, moronic look had left his face. But she didn't relax completely for she knew now that he was so sly and quick that she was unable to predict his reactions.
"N-N-Nell," she stammered, "she knows I'm locked up downs here?"
"Of course she does. Nell knows everything that goes on around Brookdale. That's part of her job." He paused and glowered across at her, letting the full impact of her helplessness sink in. He could see her eyes completely dilated with fear now as she wondered how many others were participating in the inhuman conspiracy.
"W-W-Where's my aunt? Does she… does she…"
"Oh come now Lisa. How do you expect me to divulge all this private information to you when you don't seem to want to cooperate with me even in the slightest extent. Drink your orange juice, at least, and perhaps we can continue the conversation."
Lisa obediently gulped down the orange juice and winced as the tangy liquid burned at the back of her throat, now hoarse and raw from sobbing. She had to find out what her chances were of escape for she still had some hopes of getting out, though with each minute that pawed they were getting dimmer and more futile.
Dr. Quinn watched her drain the last drops from the glass and seemed satisfied for the moment.
"Your aunt is ill… or shall we say a bit incapacitated at the moment. From what Nell told me at breakfast, she's apparently stumbling around her room in a drugged stupor… brought on by a strong dose of heroin. I wouldn't lean too heavily on seeking her help, if that was what you were thinking of. You may be in for a big disappointment."
"H-H-eroin… not Aunt Thea, she couldn't…"
Lisa's voice trailed off as she stared at him with disbelieving eyes, but from the steady, sure way he looked back at her, she knew he must be telling the truth. Besides, what possible reason would he have to lie to her now that he had her trapped with no conceivable way of escape? Still, it was hard to believe that her haughty aunt would get herself into a position so helpless as drug addiction. She shuddered, thinking of how the drug could so completely tear down a person's mental and physical being, in most cases, to the point of no return. What hidden despair could have driven her to such a desperate position?
Lisa could remember the movies shown in her biology class at school that profoundly demonstrated the physical deterioration of real life addicts going through different stages of addiction and withdrawal. The last segment of the study had shown a woman completely nude with the entire surface of her body scarred from the constant insertion of a hypodermic needle. This particular victim had been taking three regular injections a day before she was arrested, and had told the authorities that when a needle wasn't available, she would cut into her veins with a razor blade to insure quick absorption of the drug. After years of this mutilation, gradually all of her veins collapsed except the jugular, and she had to carry a special card around with her in case of an accident where she might need an emergency transfusion. The poor woman, now more a vegetable than human, had finally resorted to prostitution and theft to support her habit, and lived in constant fear that she might not be able to get the next fix.
The thought of the destroyed woman in the film had sickened Lisa at the time, and would remain burned in her memory for ever, as she realized what devastating effects heroin could have on the human body. Until today, this woman was how she had always pictured drug addicts… as the down and out misfits of society, but now, there was the frightening reality of addiction hitting in her family, and to make matters even worse, at a time when Thea was her last immediate hope for escape.
Dr. Quinn walked over to the chimp's cage and inspected the debris left by the two wildly copulating monkeys, shaking his head in disgust. Rocco, the male chimp, now subdued and exhausted from his tremendous physical exertion, was feeding quietly on some decaying vegetables, showing no signs of interest in the dead female chimp whose body remained stiffened in a grotesque kneeling position.
"Garth! Come back here and clean up this mess," he called out to some unseen person around the corner.
Lisa could hear an awkward shuffling sound approaching them, then froze in terror as the most ugly man she had ever seen in her life, came lumbering around the corner. He didn't even look human, and his entire body covered with black, wiry hair except for a few bare patches on his cheeks. The frightening monster that Dr. Quinn called Garth did not notice her as he obediently approached his master to do the task at hand.
"I want you to put Rocco back in his cage and take Gina's body out to the furnace for burning," he said coldly.
Shock registered on the brute's face upon hearing his master's command, then he ran over to the cage and peered through the bars.
"G-G-Gina? Is Gina hurt?" he asked incredulously, entering the cage and kneeling beside the dead primate. He put his clumsy over-sized hand on her face and turned it gently towards him until he could see the blank, open eyes staring up at him.
"Gina…? Gina girl, what's wrong?" He didn't seem to comprehend that she was dead, and continued to mumble pleading sounds to her until Dr. Quinn impatiently interrupted the pathetic scene before him.
"Gina is dead, Garth. She can't hear you, now or ever, so stop that babbling and take her out to the furnace, the stench is overwhelming."
Garth leaned over and lovingly picked up the limp hairy ball of fur, craddling her gently in his arms. When he looked over towards Dr. Quinn with disbelief and sadness, Lisa could see tears streaming unchecked from the dimwit's eyes, and at that moment, even with all his inhuman ugliness, he reminded her of a young child crying over a dead pet. Seeing this, her heart went out to him with compassionate sympathy for it was clear that he had a very low mentality, and even though he must possess a tremendous brute strength, was certainly no match for the sly Dr. Quinn. He bent his head low, trying to hide his tears, then walked slowly past the doctor and disappeared around the corner with his dead pet.
Lisa let the air release slowly from her lungs in relief now that the maimed animal was no longer in her sight, then leaned back down on the mattress, pressing the side of her hot swollen face against the cool fabric. Her whole body had a strange floating feeling, giving her a sensation of a new weightlessness and freedom. She had the sudden impulse to laugh as a surge of exhilaration and well-being saturated her mind, and though she could give no reason for this great release from the feeling of dread, she vaguely realized that some strange substance had taken control of her consciousness. She rolled over on her back and stretched her long tanned legs to their fullest length, curling and uncurling her toes against the hard pressure of her sandals. No longer caring about Dr. Quinn or his presence, she pulled her graceful arms up into the air, then let them fall limply back on the mattress over her head. This great wonderful feeling of total relaxation was now completely absorbing her mind and body, untieing all of her tensed muscles and releasing all fear from her mind. She was grateful for life and for being alive, able to enjoy the cool comfort of her very own special privacy. Gradually, her hate for Dr. Quinn was slowly facing into a mellowed tolerance for him and for the unnatural cruelty that possessed him.
In her drugged state, Lisa had no way of realizing what a seductive lust-inciting picture she made, sprawled back on the mattress with her legs hanging loosely apart. A faint smile curved her bud-shaped lips slightly up in a cupid expression and her silken golden hair was softly framing her face, falling freely around her head and back onto the mattress. Her spine arched slightly pressing her shoulders against the mattress, and bringing her firm rounded breasts up to two pulsating peaks of tempting flesh.
From where he stood, Dr. Quinn had been cautiously observing Lisa's gradual transition from a frightened, cowering girl to a deliciously seductive creature, completely releasing herself from fear or inhibition. He knew that she was now ready for his examination, and was just about to enter the case when he heard Garth shuffling back into the laboratory.
"Go upstairs and help Nell for a while Garth. I'll ring for you later," he called across the room to him.
Garth nodded his head, and without a word desolately plodded back towards the stairway, closing the door behind him.
Dr. Quinn unlocked the cage door with trembling, eager hands, and crawled into the cage, kneeling over the luscious beautiful girl with lustful anticipation, then lowered his hands and slowly cupped them over her firm, up-thrust breasts, gently squeezing and releasing at them, taking thorough delight in their youthful buoyancy. The smile remained softly curved on Lisa's lips as she stared up at the ceiling out of the cage, now totally enslaved by the drug, unable to consciously defend was free, drifting into another world, unaware of her body from his sensual manipulations. Her mind right or wrong… or the here and now, but in total submission to the titillating sensations coming from the rigid nipples of her breasts. The soft torturing sensations growing outward from the burning center of her fleshy mounds began to melt and spread over the rest of her body, enveloping her completely with burning desire.
Her body was loose and yielding beneath him, and she showed no sign of protest when he reached his hand up under her dress and ran his fingers over the smooth surface of silken skin on her inner thighs. Her youthful flesh was incredibly firm, yet soft and giving, and warm. The warmth increased as his fingers drew nearer to her nylon-covered crotch, now generating hot impulses from the deep passages of her cunt. His trembling fingers grazed softly over the tightly stretched nylon and he could feel the downy pubic hairs matting together, providing a natural cushion that sloped into a darkened triangular area at the gates of her inner softness. Shiny strands of pubic hairs had strayed from under the nylon leg band of her panties and curled forward around the elastic, lightly grazing the side of his hands as he dug his fingers under the band and began probing the soft moistness at the outer folds of her vagina. He massaged his fingers around and around in her unprotected openness, first stroking and pulling lightly at the top of her soft pubic mound then gradually working them into the now wet and well-lubricated slit of her cunt.
The moist tender lips between her open thighs gave way under the pressure of his probing finger and their ragged edges curled hungrily around the tip of his middle finger as it slowly forced its way deeper inside of her. Dr. Quinn marveled down at her loveliness that was now partially exposed. Her dress had hiked up to her narrow hour-glass waist, uncovering the smooth white flesh of her thighs and hips. She was the total picture of innocence.
Her eyes fluttered and her smile loosened as his thick firm finger made its way deeper and deeper into her inner passages. He could feel her buttocks tighten beneath her as his manipulations grew more intense and his finger snaked its way even further into her hot throbbing hole until it had gone as deep as its length would permit.
A small moan hissed from her lips as the pressure of his knuckle pressed against the rising bud of her exposed clitoris. Her dream-like state was rocked to its foundations with hot longing as the sensation spread from her clitoris and rippled up her trembling belly and out to the rigid pointed nipples of her pulsating tits.
By now, the narcotic had complete control of her mind, releasing all inhibitions, and giving all power to her body's demanding desires. Dr. Quinn could see her strong reaction to the drug and he knew that he would now be able to do anything he wanted to her without protest or struggle. The very sight of her responding so openly to his grinding finger filled his own body with a lust and craving burning desire, more powerful than he had ever felt before in his entire life. Hopefully, he grabbed down at his crotch to feel if there was any life between his legs, then gasped in disbelief.
His cock was slightly rigid!
Hurriedly, he began to remove all of his clothing, not wanting to loose the spontaneity of the moment or the precious rigidity of his usually dormant cock.
The void left in her vagina when he removed his finger further incited Lisa's craving, straining body. She arched her back and pushed her lush hips up at him, opening her legs wide apart and exposing the soft, pink lips of her throbbing pussy. They seemed to be begging to him like a small mouth pleading in unfulfilled torment. Her shoulders were dug deep into the mattress and her face was flushed with a deep red tone from the intense strain of her muscles. Her fingers curled down to her loin and pulled aside the crotch band of her panties in lewd invitation.
As he looked down upon her pleading form, Dr. Quinn could stand no longer the intense, white-hot desire building up inside of him and he threw himself over her, not waiting to remove his shoes and socks. The impact of his body crushing down on hers, smashed her curved back flat against the mattress as his half-rigid cock partially imbedded itself into the outer folds of her lust dilated cunt.
Lisa moaned and undulated her hips hungrily forward towards his prick, trying desperately to suck it deeper inside of her. She could feel its spasmodic throbbing against the entrance of her vagina, wildly straining to plunge itself deeper into her hot, liquid depths. The animal part of her body was building her cravings to a peak of frenzied agonizing torture and she unconsciously kicked her legs out wide to the side and tightly wrapped them around his jerking hips to give his frail cock greater access to her hot wet pussy.
He held himself over her, bracing his weight on the flat of his palms, and he could clearly see the agony and want in her face, now contorted from her efforts to force him inside her, with her pink lips pulled tightly back over her even, white teeth in a pained smile of frustration.
At that moment he wished he owned the largest stiffest cock in the world so that he could plunge it up into her quivering belly till she choked in pain. But, his strong desire to punish her and all the proud bitches of her kind that had humiliated him all of his life by their rejection could not be fulfilled by the useless limp prick that even now was bending against the soft flesh of her open loins… unable to make a firm entrance. His frustrations and hate burst forth and he began to blindly rip away the cotton dress that covered her breasts until it lay in shreds around her still straining body.
He jerked roughly at the lacy cups of her brassiere, tearing the flimsy material beyond recognition until her firm rounded breasts burst forth, quivering from the stimulating roughness and pull of the ripping material.
She groaned huskily as he lifted his buttocks over her hips and sat down on the flat of her stomach, while his fingers began to knead mercilessly away at the white creamy spheres, pinching and digging into them until they were almost completely covered with deep red welts. She squirmed and twisted beneath him, trying to escape the hot flashes of pain shooting into her helpless throbbing tits, but the drug had completely paralyzed her. She was dreaming of a thousand tiny demons attacking the sensuous naked parts of her body, driving her insane with want and white, hot desire. Dr. Quinn began to slowly inch his buttocks over the flat of her stomach and up over the soft resilient breasts that slowly flattened under his weight, providing a soft velvet cushion under his lust grinding body. He grabbed his limp penis and rubbed the tip of it against her parted lips, hoping against hope that the stimulation would bring life back to his softened penis.
"Suck it, Lisa darling, suck it!" he crooned as he pushed his hips forward, letting his low-slung balls rest heavily down against her chin. Lisa gave no response, but continued to whimper and moan in protest at the tiny demons rippling out of control through her twitching body. Her passiveness enraged him and he slapped down at her face with the open palm of his hand, crushing the side of her face against the mattress.
"Suck it, you bitch," he screamed wildly down at her.
The harsh, unexpected blow and obscene meaning of his words penetrated her half-conscious state, bringing back the horrible memory of Carl and the brutal fucking she had been forced to endure in the back seat of the car. Once again, Carl was thrusting wildly between her open legs cruelly spilling his lewd sperm into her and debasing her with obscene humiliation. She could see the flames from his butane lighter flickering over her face, drawing nearer and nearer to her exposed white flesh. Her thoughts began to race wildly, thinking only of survival.
No…! No! She must not let him burn her. She must live!
Without further urging, Lisa obediently opened her mouth wide, and jerked her lips convulsively forward, sucking the loose purple-veined cock between her small sharp teeth and into the warm pulsating hollows of her cheeks. She began to suck voraciously at the soft tender fleshed cock now planted securely in her mouth, licking her tongue wildly around the ridges of the head, not consciously aware of her hungry uninhibited attack.
Dr. Quinn momentarily lost himself in the deliciousness of the moment, pushing his soft palpitating organ deeper into the warm moist opening of her lips and straining with all of his concentration for an erection. He wanted more than anything else, to shove his cock far down into the depths of her throat until his cum filled her belly to the bursting point. Her licking and sucking was driving him wild. Her tiny teeth punctuated the swirling flesh of her tongue with a sharp nibbling sensation, pushing him beyond the point of desperation and he felt helpless and of no use to her or himself as his cock remained maddeningly dormant inside the warm cavern of her mouth. Then he thought of the one equalizer he could use to fuck her senseless as she deserved for tormenting him this way. He leaned back and shoved her face away from him but her mouth continued sucking and licking hungrily at an invisible penis as he hurried from the cage and ran over to a small cabinet where he kept important records under lock and key.
Nervously working the combination of the lock, he quickly opened the door of the cabinet and retrieved a black leather kit that was hidden in back. He opened it, removing a large life-like dildo and without further hesitation, strapped the rubbery penis onto him, letting its huge form dangle loosely between his parted legs. It looked almost real and was monstrous in size. He stroked at it as though it were really his own and once again felt powerful and sure of himself. He now had an equalizer that would make him complete master of her needs. There was a large jar of lubricant that came with the kit, designed to help the dildo obtain an easy, painless entrance. But he decided not to use it. He wanted to hear her cries of pain and humiliation when he jammed the huge instrument inside of her virginal cunt.
When he finally returned to the cage, Lisa was peacefully sleeping, her mouth now stilled and slack against her face. This could only mean one thing. The strong sedative was wearing off sooner than he had expected, and he made a quick decision to deviate from his lab schedule and give her the first hormone injection while she was still in her unconscious state.
The needle slipped easily into the large vein in the crook of her arm and the pink liquid was soon circulating through her body, waking and stimulating every primitive lust filled want that could exist in a human being. He could not wait for the young helpless girl to gain consciousness, and quickly mounted her in the classical position, parting the lips of her vagina with one hand as he guided the huge rubber cock at her wet, moist opening with the other. He spread the crisp pubic hairs apart, separating them from her soft pink pussy and guided the blunt tip firmly and steadily into her, pushing against the resistance at the opening, then straining deeper and deeper against the fleshy folds of her tightly resisting vagina until he slid it slowly down into her deepest depths. His balls slapped wetly against her upturned buttocks and now she was wide open, completely impaled with the rubber shaft up to the hilt. He finally had her where he wanted her and with the help of his dildo, he was going to fuck her absolutely senseless.
"Oooooooooh," she moaned, as the impalement of her cunt brought her back to semi-consciousness.
Her pleading cries worked as a starting signal and he began to slowly, methodically fuck the whole length of the fabricated penis in and out of her tight, sucking cunt.
"Aaaaaaaaah! Stop…! Please," she gurgled beneath him, though a new strong urge within her began to slowly respond to the huge pistoning shaft. Her hips began rotating in small sensuous circles around the searing hotness buried deep inside her, its flames licking mercilessly out between her legs, feeding on her wet cavern like a hungry feeding monster. Low, animal grunts emerged from between her parted lips as she brought her legs together and locked her heels behind his knees, desperately squeezing his balls down tight against the crevice of her ass. Through the haze, she could feel his hips writhing and straining, as he pounded into her body without mercy as though he were trying to beat her to death with the brutal buffeting of his flesh against hers.
Dr. Quinn was gradually working himself into an uncontrolled frenzy, with his eyes bulging from their puffy sockets and his mouth agape as he heaved over the body of the wildly fucking girl, trying to attain some sort of completion. He could feel her pelvis firm and flush against his own, grinding and bucking in a wild spontaneous rhythm of uninhibited lust. When he had first sunk the hard rubber cock inside of her, the half-conscious part of her body had cried out in futile protest, but now the evil hormone stimulation had taken over her responses, stimulating her with a demonic lust that she had never before possessed. Her hands clutched at his body frantically begging and guiding his twisting hips, while at the same time, her buttocks ground back in such frenzy that he knew he was in complete command and control.
He could see that she was coming closer and closer to orgasm and her whole body was consumed and alive, clinging to the elusive sensations that would lead her to completion. He reached down with his long fingers, curling them tightly in the golden strands of hair that encircled her lust-contorted face. He pulled down on them while he steadily increased the power of his thrusts to a faster and more brutal tempo. He could feel the saliva in his mouth growing and growing until suddenly it spilled over down the side of his chin and ran in hot, wet droplets down on her face. His concentrated effort in fucking the helpless girl into absolute senselessness had taken full possession of him and he did not notice that Garth, the half-wit, had unwittingly returned to the laboratory and was now watching them with a child-like fascination.
Garth had never seen two people making love before, though he knew vaguely what was going on because of his close association with the chimps. They had often rammed their bodies together not seeming to mind that he or Dr. Quinn had been watching their lustful exercises. But this was different, far removed from witnessing the two untamed animals go at each other. Seeing the naked body of his master plunging into the beautiful creature beneath him, broke the God-like image that had surrounded his relationship with the cruel doctor. He was no longer the powerful all-knowing master, but just another hungry animal pursuing his satisfactions, like all the others.
Garth forgot his mourning over the dead Gina as his body began to react at the lewd scene of flesh slamming into flesh in the cage before him. He could feel his tremendous hormone enlarged cock stiffen and start to push against the pressure of his pants, sending a strange agonizing pain from deep in his crotch to the rest of his ape-like body. His face was covered with a deep red flush and he felt unable to control the tormenting stimulation that was now spreading through him like a rampant out of control brush fire on a dry summer day. His mind throbbed and he didn't know what to do about his helpless torment, all he wanted was to stop the excruciating pain in his giant inflated cock. He unzipped his pants and grabbed wildly at the growing rod of flesh, but it jerked forward even harder from the pressure of his grasp.
He remembered once before after watching Gina and Rocco screwing into each other how frustrated the sight had left him. The doctor had been feverishly taking notes at the time, and had not noticed the large bulge in the crotch of his pants or had seen the agonized want in his eyes. That night, he had crept back into the laboratory and entered Gina's cage, offering her a banana, then stroking at her soft fur as she greedily devoured the fresh fruit. She gave no sign of protest when his fingers began kneading at the soft moist confines of her crotch, but whimpered appreciatively at his gentle probings. He worked his body around behind her, just as he had seen Rocco, her mate, do all the while petting and whispering to her with a gentle coaxing sound that she always seemed to respond to. His cock grew instantly and its blood-filled head jerked forward, seeking the tiny, but flaccid, nest of the chimps cuntal passage.
It was warm and open, and his huge fleshy shaft quickly penetrated the shallow depths only half-emerging it's stiffness in the small chimp's resilient vagina. Gina had been trained with the doctor's hormone to take on a mate with complete obedience, so she automatically bent forward, resting her weight on the knuckles of her hands as Garth began to slowly pump his way in and out of her. His largeness overwhelmed the small monkey and short squeaks of protest followed each plunging in-thrust with a moan of subservient protest.
His completion came rapidly that night as the friction from her tight hole quickly milked him dry. The great relief that followed his spasmodic fucking flooded through him and he felt a great peaceful calmness take over his muddled feelings as he let his limp cock soak in the pools of his expended sperm until it grew cold from the night air. That night with Gina followed many other nights, and as the weeks passed into months, a silent communicable bond formed between the man and the animal that was linked by more than just physical assertion. He felt a strange love for the small chimp and he was always careful to be gentle with her, never wanting to hurt her, because she was the one living thing that was capable of bringing happiness into his lonely life. Today all that was ended when he poured the gasoline over her lifeless body, then stood by while the flames in the furnace engulfed her body, and burned her into a pile of gray ash.
His misery was hardly contained now as he watched the two forms of human flesh hungrily feeding upon each other with complete abandon. The lovely young blonde creature was gyrating her body with such uncontrolled abandon beneath his master that she seemed to be in the throes of death, while his penis continued to piston into her wet, open slit as though it were trying to rip her wide asunder. Garth could see the foreskin of his prick that looked strangely hard and unyielding, not really like human skin at all. But his balls looked pliant enough, as they smacked in two round globular circles at the moist, open crevice of her wide-spread buttocks. He crept closer to the cage so that he could get a better new. His hands continued to pump and caress at his cock, though the manipulations only seemed to be building his passions to a higher intensity. He sucked in his breath as the narrow red slit of her vagina came into view, glistening under the bluish lights that burned brightly over them. It was completely exposed and open to his bulging eyes, contracting, opening and closing with each brutal lunge that came from the rigid, rubber-like cock.
As their bodies bucked together rhythmically, her white, flaccid breasts jiggled and trembled beneath the doctor's hairless chest, their suction emitting a soft whomping noise, chiming rhythmically into the wet slapping sound of his belly smacking against hers. The strongest of desires filled the half-wit's body, for he wanted to have that blonde beauty even more than Gina, but he knew that was not possible now that the doctor was with her. He began to pump furiously at his cock as Lisa's groans filled his head with all kinds of beautiful thoughts of him being inside of her. Her groans grew louder and more pleading and he shut his eyes tightly, pretending that she was calling to him, begging him to pump it into as his master was doing right before his gaping eyes.
And then it happened!
His monstrous cock jerked forward to its fullest length and began ejaculating all over the floor, as his body shuddered under the impact of the powerful release of fluid. He grabbed down at his huge ballooned balls with his free hand, digging into them with his fingers to feel the wondrous debating of the soft globes. But he never took his eyes off the couple in the cage, especially the beautiful writhing girl twisting and churning beneath the desperately driving body lodged between her widespread legs.
Lisa could feel the muscles of her vaginal walls giving painfully under the pressure of the giant rubber cock ricocheting around inside her womb, threatening by its pounding intensity to tear her wide apart. But her quivering passage took the brutal punishment and begged for more and more, as her own white hot juices flowed around it and clasped at it as though it were real. The powerful, sensuous feeling deep within her loins was driving her insane. She never wanted the rapacious fucking of her young virginal body to stop. She couldn't live without it. Her hands reached desperately up and locked themselves around the back of his neck, pulling his face to hers, and began to suck wildly as his stir, pointed tongue swirling around inside her small, bud-shaped lips. Their saliva mixed together in gurgling waves, as she sucked and bit at his tongue, swallowing all the moisture she could pull from it. She was almost there. She could feel it! The never before attained peak of deliciousness had grown and grown and she was just about to throw herself over the edge, spinning her body into an eternity of fulfillment.
Her legs kicked out, quivering uselessly in the air on either side of him, as he continued to buck down into her unceasingly and without mercy.
All he could think of was spearing her with his firm synthetic cock until it had completely pierced her body and came out her gasping throat. Right now, he didn't care if she lived or died as long as he could rid himself of the hate and frustration he had suffered all of his adult life.
"Oh God…! You're killing me!" she groaned. "I'm dying… dear God, I'm dying."
He froze momentarily as the shock of the earthy animal sounds coming from her throat penetrated his awareness. His pause broke the momentum building inside of her, adding torture to the debasement of the lewd fucking and pushing her nervous system almost to the breaking point.
"Don't stop!" she screamed. "Fuck me, darling! Don't stop now… hurry… hurry, harder… harder…"
He rammed into her again and again as she begged and pleaded incoherently for him to end it all. In rapturous passion, she bit down cruelly on his tongue, still jammed in her throat. The quivering hot walls of her clasping cunt tightened hungrily around the rubber cock fucking into her as she pounded back at it in the throes of her first orgasm. She was drowning in the flood of passion and exploded through her being, her mind, her very human existence. It was never going to let up and she never wanted it to stop. The hell with everything, she thought, was real and good. What ever that was at one time, it was never like the ecstasy that was now tearing her apart, ripping her flesh into shreds while simultaneously meeting all the wants and desires of the present. The hell with Mark and her virginal image, this explosion was what was real and true, no matter who it was coming from… no matter that she would probably die from the fucking. She loved it and loved the freedom that it gave to her womanhood.
The blasts of hot fire, in spite of her desire to prolong it forever, gradually diminished in their intensity, then the shock to her mind and body flooded her deepest being as the last tiny electrical sparks burned out far down inside her still heaving belly. She slumped limp against the mattress, gasping for breath, and little by little, entered another far off state of semi-unconsciousness, still dreaming of the lust-crazed demons that now had completely conquered her… completely possessed all of her existence.
The whole thing seemed so unreal to Dr. Quinn. He had never had a woman so completely under his power, gasping and bucking as though she were trying to kill herself against him like this one. Whatever sex he had experienced, by the bitter choice of what was available, had always been with unattractive, selfish women that had taken him only because nothing else had been offered. These women were always the most bitter and vindictive when he had been unable to meet their wants. When, in desperation, he had finally resorted to the absurd looking dildo in his last bitter affair, he had been laughed at and degraded beyond his ego's endurance. But now with this beautiful, young animal, some of the hate and anguished had been quenched, and though he wanted to continue with all his being the ravishment of her lust-crazed body, he could not, for his body had reached its physical limits. As he lay panting, trying to catch his breath, he rested his body over the throbbing sweat covered flesh beneath him, remembering in quick flashes the debasing scene of his last affair that had taken place a seeming eternity ago.
Her name was Donna. She was a junior researcher at the university where he had been carrying on his experiments. She was a good worker and sympathized with his beliefs of the responses of sexual release. Gradually, the nature of their relationship formed a strong bond between them, and he began to look forward to seeing her each day as he entered the lab. He took to calling her after work and they enjoyed long uninterrupted dinners together, either at her place or in some quiet intimate restaurant. The more he got to know her and her views on life, the more he was firmly convinced that he had found the ideal mate, willing to sacrifice his impotency long enough for him to find the answer for his misery. He had been careful and cautious with her, not wanting their strong intellectual tie to break, but the time finally came when he could no longer put off a sexual involvement. Donna revealed a physical restlessness in her personality, by demanding and nagging at him with the least provocation.
That was when he had desperately gone to his doctor and shamefully told him of his problem. He would never have done that for any other woman, but Donna meant so much to him at the time that he forgot all of his embarrassment and bared his soul to the man in the white cloak. At first, the doctor recommended prolonged psychiatric treatment, but Dr. Quinn dismissed the subject abruptly and asked if there could be any other immediate treatment for him. There was, the doctor said, and gave him the address of the company that manufactured synthetic sexual aids.
The dildo arrived with a complete set of instructions in the black leather kit, which had been discretely wrapped in plain brown paper without the return address showing on the outside of the package. He had studied the instrument and tried it on numerous times before trying to use it on Donna. When the night finally came for his forced sexual debut, he had made elaborate preparations with candle light, champagne and soft seductive music in the background.
When they had finally made it to the bedroom he had been careful to make sure that she was drunk enough not to notice the fake instrument extending from his pelvis and had proceeded to fuck into her until her body had collapsed in satisfied relief. At the time he had been grateful to give her completion, and soon dozed off from the effects of too much alcohol and total physical exertion. When he awoke, he found her conscious and staring incredulously at the rubber instrument still strapped to him. There was nothing he could do to defend his exposed position, though he wanted to tear it of him and throw it under the bed, out of her staring gaze. This had been the moment of truth and he gave a silent prayer that she would understand. He looked deep into her eyes to meet the answer they would give him, whether good or bad, he had to know her thoughts. Their eyes locked momentarily, but no clear expression could be derived until she leaned back on the sheets and burst into spasms of uncontrolled laughter. She laughed and laughed, unable to control the hysterical situation of the moment. That was all he could remember until he could feel his fists pounding angrily away at her soft body with her crying out for mercy. When she left him, she was gone for good… never coming back to even pick up her pay check from the lab. And each night for weeks on end he had sobbed uncontrollably into his pillow until he lost consciousness. And each day, he would plod dry-eyed to work and lose himself in his studies. As the weeks and months blended into seasons, his work became the utmost of his goals and he never tried to seek any other personal relationships. That was the way it had been, until right now when he had released young, drugged prisoner in the cage.
Garth, the unseen witness to his acts sensed that his master would be angry if he should discover him spying on him in this way. He hated to leave the presence of the beautiful captive now sleeping on the floor of the cage, but he would return later when the doctor was safely asleep or at work in his den. He quietly crept out of the lab zipping up his pants as he left, leaving the doctor to his own private thoughts and humiliations.