The creature did not care what was going through her head at the moment, not one lick really. It was concerned with it's own pleasure and thus pressed the tip of his shaft against the exposed folds of her body.

The warmth of her body made contact against his own as he pressed against her, his hips thrusting forward in primal lust as he buried himself inside her core growling out sharply as he filled her.

Urgently he thrust inside her from behind as if she were a bitch in heat that was present before him. He rushed at her, though her as hands gripped her hips tighter as he forced his way into her.





He brought a hand up dashing it against her pearl as he tasted the core of her body against his tongue as he pressed into her. At first this had started off as a little bit of fun. He found her snooping around and moved to “correct” her as he did now though he obviously felt that there could be more here.

His mouth drifted off of her core, as did his fingers after a moment as he stood up behind her. He affixed his lips to her neck, suckling against it as a hand reached around her cupping a breast for a moment before drawing away.

“I want to fuck you so bad.”

He smacked her ass playfully then took a moment to drape a condom over his hard, now exposed, shaft before pressing it against the core of her body and sinking into it.

His care could not have been more enjoyable for the younger cousin. She was tied up for his full utilization, but in return it granted her his undivided attention. Her body reacted to his touch as if it had been programed just for him, and his words proved the yet unquenched thirst he had for her. "Yes ... please ... Master", was all she said in reply even though her mind and body wanted to beg him to hurry, to fill her pussy now as she craved to feel him inside her. His hands not huge, but large enough to support her full heated breasts, molding them firmly as he squeezed before releasing them.

Ana's core pulsed as he pulled away, she knew without asking what he was doing now, even if she couldn't see him. She knew that in moments Nijima would part her lips and enter her, that soon he would pleasure her more then any of the toys he had used on her so far. Her body remembered the feeling even before it actually felt him, but suddenly memory was no longer required to feel him. The warmth of his chest against her back as his warm staff filled her void, and again her moans filled the air as her hip leaned into his incision. Her head slowly turned, her lips reaching to join with her lover's.



Ali's yelps were not quite like a bitch during mating, but this creature may have easily taken it to sound similar. Her sudden panicked screams flooded with her guttural grunts and pants as he franticly slammed into her would have been obvious signs of trouble to Kamara, if only he was near enough to hear them.

Her body ground into the earth below as the heavy beast has his way with the prize. She could feel his hairy body brushing against her own, and the thought of this rape was more disturbing then had he been a normal man. The more she moved or tried to pull away, the deeper his claws dug into her and she thought for sure he might tear her flesh right off her bones, as it felt he was carving away at her core with every thrust.

His pace was almost more then she could endure and his girth was spreading her wider then her opening could bare. "K-ka ... m-mar-r-a-a...!" , she yelled as her tears began to flow.

Nijima's lips settled against her own. God she was tight and felt delicious even against the condom that he wore, the only reason that he had not instantly cum against the sensation he was now feeling as he pressed inside her.

His hands round her body, dashing against those lovely tits as he drew her back against him as he thrust forward pressing inside her with that urgency to join them together, his hips slapping against her backside as he did so.

He whimpered against the sensation though.

“Such a good slave.” He pressed inside her then, grinding against her at the appex of that thrust as he filled her completely.





The creature grounded his length inside her, probably mistaking those cries for those of one that had been into this. Maybe not though did it really matter? He pressed into her, stretching her as he plunged into her forcefully after his own release as he made punishing thrusts against the core of her body.

Those claws of his diggind deeper each time she tried to squirm away and even here cry for her boyfriend had been mistaken as a sound of pleasure as it reached aound her body grasping forcefullly at one of her hanging pressed as he relentlesssly squeezed against it.

It let out a low growl as it did so, it's pace swiftly increasing behind her, in and out as it filled her rapidly, thoroughly with that swollen rod.

The caves echoed the sounds of this lustful rampage and his attack was somehow perceived by her body as a mating act. Her breasts heating and her worn walls lubricated for further swelling of his massive cock. Her screams did not seize his actions, if anything they encouraged his vigor. Only her canine positioning held her steady for him now, for her muscles would have given way under such pounding.

Her face had made its way to the mud now and she could no longer smell the musky scent of sexual juices mixing with the musty old cave. Long bronzed locks that should have been flowing through the night air, were now caking in the dark wet soil almost camouflaging her from any on looker. They would see the beast thrusting into the earth at first glance, until they heard her cries, making them take a second glance. The pretty sundress was all but stripped from her naked body and tossed to the side of this primal scene.




Ana's core like her cousin's was preparing for more swelling as her lips painted Nijima's thick staff. His lips were quenching to her longing to taste him, and she did not feel like a slave at that moment. Her lover's length stroked her pussy's walls and surely he could feel her heart pulsing against his member. Tightening as he pulled out and drawing him in deeper with every re-entry, she was in pure bliss now with Kamara's older brother.

Her moans were almost continual now with or without his mouth attached to hers. He could feel her chest rising and falling faster and faster under his firm grip as she approached her climax. "Y-y-e-s", she whispered on a desperate breath. Her thighs tightened clamping her opening ever more around his thrusts as she pushed to receive all of him.

"Y-y-e-s ... y-e-s ... I ... L-l-o-v-e .... A-A-a-h ....", her walls begain convulsing around his shaft cutting her words short.

THWACK! There was a loud yelp from behind her as her back was splattered with something wet, the blood of the wendigo as it gushed out of the creature that fell away from her with a miner's pick slicing through his spine and out of his belly.

The prop from the other rooom! Kamara, a hurt Kamara returned to the chamber and used the only wapon he could find. In the darkness he could not tell if the thing was injured or dead but he was quickly getting aAli to her feet.

“Come on, we got to go!”





He kept pressing inside her faster with each moan and gasp as his fingers curled around her breasts tightening against those mounds as he felt the incredible tightness of her body wind around him.

“Shit!” he gasped though his pace had not slowed any as his tongue moved behind her ear, rriggling against it as he grunted again, his pace quickening even further,

“Cum for me Ana ...” And even as he let loose those words he could feel himself firing off into the condom urging him on all the quicker with those thrusts ...

There was no need for him to ask. Her being was already imersed in bliss as she experienced their merging. His tongue egging her on as the vibration of his voice tunnelled its way to her core.

"Y-Y-E-S-S! Y-Y-E-S-S!", she repeated every time he rammed into her. Her walls sqeezing and pulsing against his throbbing mass. The large mounds under his hands still jerking under his grasp as the force of his impalement could not be hidden.

She could tell he too was at his climax and as they both exploded, joined together, it seemed this moment would go on and on. "N-Nijim-m-a..." , he'd heard his name mixed into her gasping breaths.



The creature's pause impaled Ali's core even deeper then before, and her yell was followed quickly by a phallic retreat and then a thud to the ground. She hardly noticed the splatter at first, her body was so everwhelmed by texture and sensation already, but the warm blood cooled quickly in the dark cave as it mixed with the sweat residue from the creature.

Everything was happening faster then her mind could wrap around the events now. "Kamara...?", she questioned him. As if an angel come to save her, Kamara already had the raped girl to her feet. Her fully exposed body almost camouflaged with mud dripping off her full breasts and hair. Goose bumps faught for position along her golden skin as she clung to her savior not thinking of future danger.

"You're alive", she whispered wrapping her arms around him as her feet moved in the direction he guided, her eyes welling with joy.

Finding a piece of heaven Nijima had not stopped as he sought to fill her up. His hands cupped against her melons as he pressed inside that sweet tightness. He had not the pleasure of feeling that warmth against him of course, not directly anyway. He did not know if she were on the pill or not though he could assume she was he took no chances.

Perhaps a single thrust into her core later to feel that warm tightness against him but could he trust that it would be a single thrust into her?

Hands squeezed her breasts as he groaned firinging into the condom as he yanked her back into his chest. He throbbed against her, impaling her deep then holding her there as he continously throbbed against her,

“Oh, Ann,” he gasped out before lips swept against her neck.





“It got me though not to bad, I must have passed out from the pain for a moment but you stirred me back awake and I could hear -it- nearby so I grabbed the pic. I don't know if it's dead so let's go -”

He hardly had to encourage her more as they headed out of that cave to the light. “Are you alright? Did it hurt you?”

He felt foolish about such questions giving how she was found. They were out of the cave now and she looked a mess. He did too, blood stain on his lower abdoment from claw marks which he now took off to give to her revealing angry lacerations that would probably need stitches though Kamara wasn;t complaining a bout it.

He thought not of himself, always for her, and she knew how much he truly loved her. Tears began to trickle as he asked if she was hurt. There were no words to fully express the vast well of feelings she had inside, it was numbing, and he lip quivered as she tried to keep from sobbing.

She leaned into the shirt as he attempted to cover her exposure. His kindness could make the cold disappear, but nothing could erase the feeling between her thighs. She was afraid to look down for fear there was blood or gashed in her, as on Kamara's abdomin. Her filthy hands reached up to whip her own tears and to push the hair back, but not enough to show her embarrased face.

"How will we get home?", her concern more of people seeing them, although in reality they needed to tell someone. "There could be more of those beasts", she whispered, her eyes craving answersas she looked up at him before cuddling close trying not to inflict pain on his wounds. "We have to get help...."



As he leaned into her, their two bodies becoming one, and she wished for the first time that she was not chained to the ceiling in the middle of this game of theirs. "Can you ...", she paused thinking better of her request at such a loving moment, not really wanting him to pull away just yet. Her head turned towards him, lips reaching over her shoulder to meet his, longing to taste him hoping he'd forget her utterance.

Her body finally relaxing, hanging more on the supports of the bonds on her wrists. Subtle gingles of metal links added to the sounds of thick breathing as his last few thrusts had slowed. Again she felt vulnerable to his desires, after all she was the slave in their little game and she had come here willingly.

Looking around the room she remembered the first time she came upon it, and how this all began as a punishment for her for snooping, but she now wondered how she would keep him, if she could keep him. She loved the smell of his breath and his sweat as he held her close.

Kamara considered for a brief moment. “If there were more I think they would already have been here. There are plenty of other people on the island just not here. We should stay clear of the mines and head back to the ferry. There is the mannaquin of the miner too that you could strip for clothing, hopefully they fit though we'd have to go back by that thing to reach them.

“We probably look like a few actors covered in stage blood so we should meake our way along easier now, we probably won't even be chased ...”





His thrusts inside her slowed as their lips brushed against one another, a fire sweeping against them as he pulled her close, hearing the rattling of those chains over head. He pressed further into her, deeper for that little interuption it had seemed though his thoughts had been unlike her own.

She had come back willlingly and thus it was a good sign that if he asked it again that she would do so once more too, then again and again if need be …

He had been fairly confident that he could get her here on a purely sexual level. He wanted more of course and had to figure out how to go about that as he pressed into the warmth of her body.

“What, Anna?” He asked between heated kisses to her lips.

It seemed the game had ended or at least taken a pause as the word "slave" was not used as he requested she repeat herself. His voice melted her every time he spoke, and a warm flush poured over her naked body. She hoped that their closeness would continue even after her release, but either way her wrists and arms were begging to be free now.

"It's just ...", she paused again, not wanting to say the wrong thing, not wanting to appear too attached to him personally, not so soon.

Partially due to the vigorous activity they just completed, and partly because he just made her nervous, she gulped. Swallowing was difficult, her mouth was dry as she spoke to him. "It's just that, I would like to be let loose of these chains now, but ... ", swallowing again. "I don't want to ... I don't want this to end ... us ... you know, just yet?", she fumbled with the appropriate terms and words to say to Kamara's older brother whom she just met yesterday. After all, she was much younger then him, and still assumed not as experienced in this type of thing as he was.



"God no! I can't go back in there", Ali almost yelling as she expressed her fear. The mere thought of returning to the cave where the beast still lie stunned or dead, filled her with urgency. "Let's go, I don't care about clothes." Her teeth were almost chattering as Kamara's shirt barely covered the raped girl's body in the cold night air. A hint of her back side free for any on looker as her curves peaked out from under the back part of the shirt. The moisture from her mud soaked frame was wicking into the fabric now providing a seductive vail over her full orbs, nipple placement obvious.

The scared girl clung to her boyfriend as they made their way towards the ferry. All around them now people began to appear, as if they had emerged out of another reality and were now back in the "pretend haunted forest". "Who do we tell about this?" Her eyes darting around for someone of authority. Surely there was a guard or someone running this thing around that they could warn of a "real" beast in the caves they are using.

Instead the haunted party seekers were running from them, and pointing as if the two traumatized victims were all part of the show. Ali could tell some of the glances from the men were not of horror but arousal and intrigue as their thoughts were of a sexual manner, but she tried to ignore them and kept on walking. Her arms flipping back and forth between pulling down the shirt in the back and covering her chest in the front, all the while holding tight to her savior.

Now he could have been an ass, he could have said that it meant nothing that this was just sex and they both wanted it caught up in the moment. But there were two things. He wasn't an ass for the most part at least and it would have been untrue if he said that was the case.

Rather the hint of a small grin appeared on his lips as he regarded her in that moment. She was free now though he stepped closer to her, his hands grasping her hips as he gazed into her eyes.

“Is that so? I had been considering the same myself ...” he mirrored her words without sounding too sappy here either. He had liked to explore some new options. The game was fun of course but he wanted more of this, to eplore other options that this situation brought up.





Kamara tried to do the best he could with her ruined attire seeing that she did not wish to risk the cave nor did he blame her! Their travels through the forest had been easier now that the actors simply assumed that they were other actors and steered clear of the pair.

He was unsure of what was the normal protocol for this. He had not seen a security guard all day but knew they had to exist somehere. “I think we're probably best to get back to where the ferry was docked, tell someone there and notify the police. I don't think security here will do much more than dismiss our claims. The police can at least shut this place down so it doesn't happen to someone else.”

The wrists she rubbed were in no way damaged, but glad to be free of those bonds as she coaxed the blood back into the cells. His warm hands gripping her brought her focus back to him as their eyes met, then she looked away quickly. Never shy at school or with her friends in normal situations she was unfamiliar with this new girl standing before Nijima. There was no need to be embarrased of his eyes gazing at her exposed curvy figure, for he had clear view of her for some time now, but their eyes had not met like this before.

His words drew her gaze back to his own, she caught his grin and she grinned back. He could have discarded her. He could have simply scheduled another session to fuck her chained to the ceiling of this hidden room, but he hadn't said as much yet. He instead hinted at having similar stirrings. "Really?", her soft voice purred back like a kitten rewarding the hand for the gentle strokes. Her lips again leaned towards his as their bodies pulled in tighter flattening her round orbs against his chest.




She nodded in agreement their feet still moving with a purpose. It seemed like it took forever to reach the concrete ground. Ali's feet and legs scraped and sore after trapsing through the forest to civilization. Her kneed squeezed together as they paused on solid ground and she turned to face Kamara, for the first time since this ordeal began, her feet strechted pushing her up to his level. Her lips reached towards his check for a consoling kiss. Not sure if she was comforting him or just thanking him for taking care of her.

"I love you...", her words sincere as she kissed him again this time reaching for his lips. He hadn't complained of his wounds, but she knew he had to be in pain, surely with all their brisk walking. It was too dark to tell if he was still bleeding even now that there were street lamps in site.

Her eyes floating over the paved scenery spotting the ferry terminal in the distance, "There it is...", she said pointing.

Nijima nodded. “Yes, really.” This room was an experiment of sorts anyway. His parents would be back soon meaning that his access to it would be rather limited in the days to come as it were not that he truly minded. He was still new at this sort of thing and had to wonder how good he was at it in the first place.

Ann hadn't conplained but would she? She had been cast in the role of a Slave and thus couldn't have much of an opinion. He felt the press of her breasts against the smooth plans of his body as he embraced her, his lips soon finding her own and pressing to her as his firmness pressed against her stomach.

“Yes, that is if that is something you'd be interested in.”





Kamara had walked with Ali mostly in silence. He was in pain with each step they took from that cave but he stopped beleeding some time back. She kissed him on the cheek, which surprised him given what happened recently he had simply assumed she would have kept distant from him for a little time at least. Still he had been glad that wasn't the case here though he had not known if he was being rewarded, or if she meant to inspire him with such a simple confession, needing to hear it herself in that moment more than anything.

He turned to her efore their lips met and affirmed his love for her before their lips touched again.

Soon enough she was pointing out the ferry to them, they approached and had the cops called after some arguing. For some time they were set aside in an office, the police arrived and while they discovered no monster in the caves they did find the bloody minining too, that and other blood.

They closed down the island, sending people home eventually after getting their statements and whom they were so it would be easier to contact them if need be.

Ali and Kamara were sent to the mainland well be fore this stage. A rape kit was done before she was allowed to shower, her minor wounds had been seen too just as Kamara was seen too, he had been cleaned and stitched up when she next saw him.

Ali had even been given a change of fresh clothes too for after her shower, as was Kamara though he was given a fresh set too, their clothes taken as evidence of course. Finally after several hours it seemed as if they were about to be released, well they were going to be dropped off by an officer.

To avoid questions coming up Kamara thought quickly in having the officer drop them off at his place explaining that Ali's parents were out of town for the next two days and she had been staying with him these last few days. The officer gave him an odd look when he found out that his parents where out of town too but seemed to get that the two lovers were taken advantage of the fact that their parents were away, kids will be kids he supposed and they weren't doing anything too suspicious though he asked when Ali's folks would be back, he lied saying a week, he figured that would buy Ali enough time to work through things, possibly even bring issues up to her folks if it were going to be applicable, he wasn't certain what the investigation was likely to reveal.

Even though the most obvious horror was over, what Ali was going through now was also terrifying. Recapping the events for the police and the physical examination of her most private areas now exposed to strangers was overwhelming. She was quiet most of the time when not answering direct questions. It was a relief to have Kamara taking the lead on everything, so she never disagreed, but her parents would have to be told, and it would have to come from her she knew.

Surely Kamara was aware that she would tell her parents, so it was a little weird that he was paving the way for this to be a huge secret. The police were involved, and they would be following up on this later, especially if they ever found the beast, or found more evidence.

Once the police were gone, Ali slowly walked to the sofa in the living room and sat down. "I have to tell my parents you know?", she spoke softly, but loud enough for him to hear. She deeply wanted to know what he was thinking and how he was feeling, but was hesitant to ask him directly.




Their embrace was a common one for most lovers, but it was a first truly for them to hold each other like this. The prospect of becoming more then just two actors in a sexy slave/master movie was on the table. She had liked him from the start and had an instincual attraction to him, even before he put effort into arrouse her. Even though her focus used to be on his younger brother, now it was only on him.

Nijima's large hands had a firm grip on her hips as their lips met, and Ana's arms were for once able to wrap around his sides to stroke his bare back with her finger tips as if she were a kneading cat.

"Yes... So, you'd be, like, my boyfriend?", a playful grin swept across her face as her eyes searched his for sincerity. Ana was not usually shy in asking for what she wants, but she would feel around at first. Not really needing a verbal contractual agreement, but hoping for some sort of commitment that would lead to seeing him again.

It might be awkward at first explaining their "new" relationship to Ali and Kamara, but she was willing to work through it. It would take time for them to get to know each other outside of this room after all, but she could tell that might be delayed a bit longer.

“I know,” he rturned as he moved closer to him, he wince a little giving the irritation to his ribs as he did so. He looked at her, patting the back of her hand with his as he looked at her. She was alive, and at least physically ok, superfical cuts and bruises for the most part he heard the paramedics say.

“I figured that you would need a little time to sort this all out. How are you holding up?”






“Boyfriend? I think you're getting way ahead of yourself,” he grinned, teasing her of course. “But alight, that sounds great. You do know that once my parents get back we won't have access to this room so will have to get to know each other outside of it's walls, right?”

He held her close, their naked bodies close togther as he leaned forward, planting his lips against her again, a hand lifting from a hip to sooth over the dide of her face brushing aside some of her blond locks.