Rumble in the Jungle Part II
Hitomi slowly awoke to the night sounds of the alien jungle: insects buzzing, howls in the distance, the babbling of a nearby stream, and the chainsaw-snoring of the great ape-beasts. Slowly she opened her eyes. She was in a different part of the forest than when she lost consciousness. Here, the bright yellow moon was able to break through the jungle roof, bathing everything in a silvery light. She tried to move, but this was difficult, as she was still straddling one of the brutes, his hairy arms wrapped around her in an almost tender embrace, his huge prick , now flaccid, still buried deep within her. She could tell by its size, that this must be the leader of the pack. Gingerly, she disentangled herself from his muscular limbs, being careful not to wake him. Then pushing her hands against his broad chest, she manouvered into a sitting position. What she could see of his face in the moonlight told her she didn't have to be too careful; the monster had obviously been fucked senseless, and was not gaining consciousness anytime soon. A tremor of shame (and perhaps pride?) went through her, as she realized that it was she who did the fucking, spurred on by the alien fruit. Pushing the thought out of her head, she raised her hips, sliding the monster's cock, slick with her wetness, from her body. She inhaled through gritted teeth as the member resisted, seemingly reluctant to leave the velvety warmth of her snatch.
Finally she dislodged it, the fleshy barb at the end sending one final spasm of sensation through her as it rubbed her pussy lips on the way out. She tried to stand, but her legs buckled and her head swam. She collapsed into a heap on the ground. Her savage ordeal had left her as weak as a kitten. She heard running water, and managed to crawl slowly, painfully in its direction. A stream formed a large pool before running off through the jungle. She took a long slow drink of water. It was a volcanic spring, simmering hot and bitter from its high mineral content, but even so she found it refreshing. She took a moment to examine her ravished body: her entire body ached: her legs hurt from being spread for so many hours (or was it days?), her pussy felt stretched out, and her anus was on fire. The skin of her inner thighs had been rubbed raw from the bristled snouts of the fiends, as they licked and sucked her tender pussy. Her neck was sore from giving so much head, and her jaw felt as if it had been dislocated and then popped back into place. Her entire body was covered with scratch marks , and dozens of hickeys where the apes sucked and nibbled her flesh. Her nipples felt as if someone had tried to suck them off. And, to top it all of, she was bathed from head to toe in a mixture of drool and cum; her hair was plastered to her back. She dropped into the pool, and just lay there naked and vulnerable, letting the heat penetrate her aching muscles, the water wash away the traces of her defilement.
Her brain was as weak and helpless as her body. She lazily tried to wrap her mind around her situation: she was alone, surrounded by hostile, lascivious monsters, with no way of contacting her ship, orbiting high overhead. Her boots, which contained a radio, as well as a small blaster, had been lost in the sexual melee; she had a vague recollection of kicking them off to expose more of her body to the rapining beasts. She didn't know what part of the jungle she was in, and so couldn't escape. Even if she wanted to. Her bruised mind lingered on that thought: even if she wanted to. Of course she wanted to escape, didn't she? She was on a mission, she had important work to do. Certainly she didn't like being a fuck toy for a pack of mindless aliens? But even as her brain tried to reason with her, her body had reached another conclusion. Spacegirl had been ravished countless times, by countless intergalactic criminals. But there was something different about these ape-beasts. They were certainly savage, and insatiable, and didn't give a damn about her; she had no doubt that they would fuck her to death if they felt like it. But they were not cruel like space-pirates; they didn't torture her for pleasure the way so many other aliens did. They were simply, mindlessly interested in one thing: SEX.
Theirs was a lust that transcended reason: when she was with them she had to satisfy their desire, she had no choice, they GAVE her no choice. And deep within her, something had responded. Something savage and primordial, that could not be tamed by thousands of years of civilization . It came flaring out of the deepest recesses of her mind. When she was fucking these beasts, she was beyond pain, beyond shame, beyond everything but her wild need to be taken, to be filled, to be satisfied. Did she like the pain inflicted upon her by these aliens? No. But her likes and dislikes now had nothing to do with it. She would stay with the brutes for as long as they would have her, and submit to whatever they wanted to do with her. She no longer had a choice.
She had drifted in and out of sleep during this terrible soliloquy, and for many long moments she floated there. Suddenly...
"Crack!"
Hitomi jerked awake at the sound. Were the apes awake and ready for more? (Her nipples hardened with anticipation, even as her mind screamed with resistance). But no, the beasts themselves seemed as surprised as she. They were groggily looking for the source of the noise, which all too soon became apparent: An armored man stepped out of the jungle, holding a large rifle, which he aimed at one of the beats. "Crack!" he fired, and the beast dropped to the ground. Two more men came out, firing, and soon all the apes that hadn't fled lay crumpled on the jungle floor. Hitomi, still too weak to move at this point, hazily watched the proceedings. A rescue attempt? But who knew she was here? She was still wondering when one of the men approached her, his gun leveled. She felt a lasso around her body and she was roughly pulled from the water. Her hands were tied behind her back, and a collar placed around her neck. One of the men barked into a communicator: "We've got her. Over. Returning to base. Out!" And Hitomi was forced to march at gun point, further into the jungle. "What now?" she thought numbly. She would soon find out.
She was marched for fifteen minutes, until they reached a low camouflaged building. One of her captors activated a switch and the door swung open. She was herded inside, the door clanging shut behind them. She was led down a long sloping hall, that opened into a large laboratory. A brilliant white light illuminated the room, and the walls were lined with cages, each containing one of the alien gorillas. She was made to lie down on a high steel table (which was a relief, given her state of exhaustion) and her hands and feet were tied in place with leather straps, a broad leather band being placed across her midriff. She was now quite immobile. The three men took a few moments to fondle her breasts and pussy, and make a few crude comments, and left her alone. Before too long, however she heard footsteps. Craning her neck, she saw she was not alone; she recognized the man from her briefing: Dr. Xenophex, the head of the research team she had been sent to find. Mission accomplished, she thought bitterly. Now to find out what the hell was going on. Be patient, she thought: the villains always explain themselves. Dr. Xenophex did not disappoint.
"Spacegirl! So glad you could join us!" And he ran a finger from her throat to her navel, just to show how glad he was. "I was not expecting the ADD to get involved in this. I was hoping the break in communication would be deemed accidental, the project declared a casualty of the jungle. Instead, I have you to deal with; how unfortunate!" While he was talking, he was slowly walking around the table, his appreciative gaze examining his captive from every angle.
"Unfortunate for you, that is. For me it is an unhoped for opportunity. You see, legitimate scientific research pays so little. Synthesizing drugs and selling them on the black market, on the other hand, pays very, very well. I've developed an aphrodisiac based on the local flora; it turns these peaceful humanoids into insatiable sex-fiends." Here he chuckled. "Although I suppose I hardly need to tell you this."
"Imagine, a young earth girl, captured by space-pirates, and given my drug. Such a slut would bring ten times the usual price at auction. I'll be rich! The effects, however, are temporary; they wear off in about a week, and the apes revert to their passive selves. Further doses of the drug then have no effect. The clientele I hope to supply needs something much more reliable. This is where you come in. As I try out each new formulation on one of my test subjects, it will be your job to see how long they can go on fucking. Doesn't that sound like fun?" Here he pinched one of her nipples, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. "Of course it does. I am looking forward to a very fruitful professional relationship, Spacegirl. I just know you won't disappoint!" With one final pinch, he left, turning the lights out behind him, leaving Spacegirl alone in the dark, naked and helpless, to imagine the horrors that awaited her.