Alright, I can't deny the fuking idiot part, but who are the kiss asses that jumped on the original thread sucking cock asking to be on?:think2:
You don't see me in that thread bent over you fukin homos.
I was just wondering who is on his list is all.
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Taylor grunted as the ropes were pulled tighter around his wrists. It had been several hours since they'd taken Nova away from him - hours of tense fear compounded by Julius's taunt of "Just you wait - Just you wait!" The day before he'd heard Lucius say something about an "anti-vivisectionist league" and Julius's twisted leer brought horrifying thoughts to his mind. Whatever was in store for him, he knew he could count on nothing on this backwards planet.
Just when all hope seemed lost, Zira appeared. "Hello there, Bright-Eyes," she cooed, dragging her index finger across the bars of the cage. Her presence reassured Taylor - ever since he had been brought to this ... zoo, she had been his protector. She made sure he got more mush than the other prisoners; she had even brought him Nova for company.
"It's not easy," she said, "being an anthropologist in these times. 'Human-lover' they call us -- bastards! We only want what's right for all Proteus's children. No-one else understands. Even Cornelius has grown so ... so distant lately." She reached into her pocket and retrieved a key. Before Taylor could react, Zira had opened the door and come into the cell with him.
He grunted, his voice still unable to be heard due to his injury. She knelt beside him and rolled him onto his back. "I'm sorry it has to be this way," she whispered, "but I still don't know if you're dangerous." She ran her hand from his forehead to his bound feet, then back up his legs to his loincloth. Her hand clasped the length of his shaft and squeezed.
Horrified, Taylor realized he was becoming erect. Zira smiled. "Oh, Bright-Eyes," she gasped, "Humans are MUCH bigger than apes!" Quickly she unbuttoned her blouse and slipped out of her pants. Taylor struggled, but he was still weak from the Hunt and tied too tightly to resist. She mounted him, sliding his member into her eager ape-hole. "Ohhhh," she cried, "I've never felt something so deep inside me!" She began rhythmically gyrating on his pelvis.
Taylor was nauseous. This ... creature was raping him. This hairy, smelly monkey was grinding herself faster and faster on his lap, groaning louder and louder in ecstasy. He had never been so repulsed in his life. And yet -- yet something inside him stirred. Gradually, instead of revulsion, he began to feel joy -- tiny at first, yet growing larger with each thrust. Suddenly his mind started slipping along a familiar path, the well-known road leading to climax.
As Taylor approached his orgasm, Zira cried out, "Bright-Eyes! Bright-Eyes!" and he could feel her vaginal walls contracting around his swollen member. Almost immediately he exploded inside her, their pulsing muscles squeezing and releasing in rhythm. Zira lay herself upon his chest, kissing his neck and ear. He could feel her hairy ape breasts against his own. Humiliated and yet sated, Taylor wondered idly if anyone on this damn upside-down world had a cigarette.
Just when all hope seemed lost, Zira appeared. "Hello there, Bright-Eyes," she cooed, dragging her index finger across the bars of the cage. Her presence reassured Taylor - ever since he had been brought to this ... zoo, she had been his protector. She made sure he got more mush than the other prisoners; she had even brought him Nova for company.
"It's not easy," she said, "being an anthropologist in these times. 'Human-lover' they call us -- bastards! We only want what's right for all Proteus's children. No-one else understands. Even Cornelius has grown so ... so distant lately." She reached into her pocket and retrieved a key. Before Taylor could react, Zira had opened the door and come into the cell with him.
He grunted, his voice still unable to be heard due to his injury. She knelt beside him and rolled him onto his back. "I'm sorry it has to be this way," she whispered, "but I still don't know if you're dangerous." She ran her hand from his forehead to his bound feet, then back up his legs to his loincloth. Her hand clasped the length of his shaft and squeezed.
Horrified, Taylor realized he was becoming erect. Zira smiled. "Oh, Bright-Eyes," she gasped, "Humans are MUCH bigger than apes!" Quickly she unbuttoned her blouse and slipped out of her pants. Taylor struggled, but he was still weak from the Hunt and tied too tightly to resist. She mounted him, sliding his member into her eager ape-hole. "Ohhhh," she cried, "I've never felt something so deep inside me!" She began rhythmically gyrating on his pelvis.
Taylor was nauseous. This ... creature was raping him. This hairy, smelly monkey was grinding herself faster and faster on his lap, groaning louder and louder in ecstasy. He had never been so repulsed in his life. And yet -- yet something inside him stirred. Gradually, instead of revulsion, he began to feel joy -- tiny at first, yet growing larger with each thrust. Suddenly his mind started slipping along a familiar path, the well-known road leading to climax.
As Taylor approached his orgasm, Zira cried out, "Bright-Eyes! Bright-Eyes!" and he could feel her vaginal walls contracting around his swollen member. Almost immediately he exploded inside her, their pulsing muscles squeezing and releasing in rhythm. Zira lay herself upon his chest, kissing his neck and ear. He could feel her hairy ape breasts against his own. Humiliated and yet sated, Taylor wondered idly if anyone on this damn upside-down world had a cigarette.
