YEAR ONE
The toddler set on the ground. The light plane from which he had been thrown
free on impact was burning fiercely just a few yards away, consuming the bodies
of his parents. Miraculously unhurt, and too shocked even to cry, he stared
fixedly at the flames.
The lioness was sated on hartebeest. The young mammal sitting in front of her
evoked maternal instincts rather than the normal desire to kill and eat. The
infant made no attempt to flee as she gently lifted it with her teeth by its
outer garment and, with her own cub by her side, padded back into the
undergrowth.
YEAR SEVEN
The lioness had died. Long since detached from her pride, the lion she had born
and the human child she had reared were now alone in the world. But the lion
had strength and speed and the boy had guile. They would survive.
YEAR NINE
The boy and the lion lived in a cave in a rocky outcrop overlooking a clearing
with a waterhole where all the animals of Africa seemed to come to drink. The
boy had taught himself to make spears which he would sharpen to a fine point
with a flint. He rarely killed animals with them, but could wound them so that
they were easy for the lion to bring to ground. Between them they would then
drag the beast back to their lair and gorge themselves.
Already the boy’s physical
development and strength showed well beyond his years. Every waking moment was spent
in some form of physical endeavour. He drove himself to be stronger than the strongest
ape and quicker than the fastest cheetah. Indeed, he could already uproot medium
sized saplings. Tomorrow, he would tackle larger boulders.
The boy had developed a basic vocabulary with which to tell the lion what to do
as they stalked their pray: the lion understood his words for "wait", "go",
"come back", "left", "right" and, of course, "kill". The boy had a name for the
lion too. The lion answered to "Ktah".
While the old lioness was alive, the boy and the lion cub had been taught how to
play with their prey, letting them escape for a while, then felling them again,
delaying the coup de grace until the prey was too exhausted and wounded to run
any further. The boy lacked the lions' genes which made such activity an
integral element of their survival techniques. For him, the play was a source
of pure pleasure. He loved the look of fear in a young eland's eyes as they
toyed with it. The sense of power - literally life-and-death power - over
another living being was exhilarating beyond belief. And never more so than
when the prey was another primate - a young baboon, say, or better still a young
chimpanzee. The boy’s loins burned with a strange fire when he used his great strength
to dispatch a weaker subspecies.
Nights in the cave could be cold, but the boy had developed a covering of dark
hair all over his body and the lion would provide him with all the additional
warmth he needed.
YEAR TWELVE
The boy was growing rapidly. He already had the frame of an 18-year-old but,
with his matted coat of body-hair, could have been much older. His sexual
organs were now fully developed and a source of increasing fascination to him.
He derived pleasure from stroking his flaccid penis until it became as firm as a
rock and then drawing the protective hood of skin backwards and forwards over
the crown until a great feeling of bliss overcame him and thick white liquid
spurted out of the large head. He could repeat the divine pastime many times but
now there was an overtly sexual dimension to the pleasure he
derived from trapping small mammals and playing with them, sometimes for hours
on end, until either he or Ktah dispatched them. To possess a maimed and
terrified chimpanzee, to wound it time and again while the
rest of its tribe screeched with fear and rage from nearby trees, and then to
tear off its limbs one by one while it was still alive - such experiences
brought the boy's penis to its fullest possible erection.
On one such occasion, some primal instinct told the boy that the body of the
chimp provided a better mechanism for sexual release than his own hand.
Having used his flint to cut one of the chimp's legs from its body and thrown it
to the patient Ktah as a snack, he up-ended the ape and plunged his penis into
its anus. The sensation of having part of his own body embedded within this
screaming animal which he would shortly be devouring guaranteed early and
generous ejaculations.
For all his conscious life, the boy had shared everything with Ktah - his
adoptive mother, his cave, his food, his body warmth. He now wished to share the
feelings of power, exhilaration and sexual ecstasy which he derived from
mutilating, raping, killing and eating animals - not always in that order.
First, though, he needed to establish whether a lion could be made to feel the
same sexual pleasure from the stimulation of its penis as he enjoyed.
The boy had always played rough games with Ktah, occasionally getting bruised
and scratched, but never getting badly hurt. One evening, at the end of one such
bout of rough-and-tumble, as boy and lion were recovering their breath, the boy
gently started to stroke the lion's penis. At first the lion drew back, but the
boy persevered and soon won Ktah's confidence. The boy's now expert attentions
soon coaxed the lion's penis to a firm, vivid red erection - quite a bit longer
than the boy's own though surprisingly not as thick. Ktah lay on its side,
panting with its tongue lolling from its mouth, while the boy brought it to a
full emission. The boy enjoyed the taste of his own fluids and had no hesitation
in swallowing as much of Ktah's as he could manage.
Training the lion to rape other animals took a little longer. The boy had to
start with beasts which were already dead or at least unconscious, but the lion
was a good learner. Whether he performed as well as he did because he derived
the same pleasure from the act as the boy, or simply because he was anxious to
please the boy in any way he could, he was soon adept at ravaging animals on
command.
Typically, the boy would wait quietly in a hide,
playing with his erect penis in anticipation of the joys to come while waiting
for a troop of chimpanzees to pass by. Around his waist would be a crude belt
fashioned from creepers to which were affixed his little flint axe, honed to
razor sharpness, a couple of short spears and a rudimentary sling, also made out
of creepers.
When a male ape was within his range, he would load the sling with a stone and
let fly. He almost always managed to bring the animal of his choice crashing to
the ground without killing or maiming it, which would have been no fun at all.
Only then would he summon Ktah. The boy sensed that chimps were closer relations in the animal kingdom to
himself than lions or antelopes, and this helped to explain the passion with
which he set about them. But he somehow knew that even chimps were not really of
his kind, and that the pleasure he would get if one of his own species were ever
to fall into his hands would be vastly greater than anything he had yet
experienced.
It was to be a further five years before such an opportunity presented itself.
YEAR SEVENTEEN
"Oh Dan, how could you be so foolish? Oh God, what are we going to do?"
Dora Casey was now almost hysterical with anger and fear - anger at her
husband's stupidity in allowing their jeep to run out of gas while they were
miles from civilisation, fear for their lives and those of her two sons as they
faced, heaven knows what challenges, stranded in the middle of the African bush.
She had never wanted to go on this safari holiday in the first place. It was
only Dan's insistence and the boundless enthusiasm of their two sons to see "lions
and tigers in the jungle" that swayed her.
"I could have sworn I loaded three more cans," Dan muttered. Dora dissolved into
floods of tears. The two boys - Damien and Cory - looked
nervously at each other. Cory was biting his lower lip and trying not to cry.
"Look, we'll be all right," Dan said, speaking more firmly now in an attempt to
arrest his wife's hysteria. "We've summoned help on the satellite phone and
they've promised to be with us in four or five hours, maximum. We have plenty of
water. We haven't seen an animal that can threaten us for hours. There are no
lions or rhinos reported to be in this area anyway. We just stay in the jeep and
wait. Nothing bad's going to...."
"DAD! LOOK!"
Shimmering in the heat haze several hundred feet away, two forms were
relentlessly approaching the jeep. All four occupants squinted in their attempts
to identify what was coming their way. "I think it's a man with a lion," Damien
blinked. Longer-sighted than his parents, he soon corrected himself. He felt his
loins fill up in disbelief and... "No, I
think it's a gorilla and a lion. Dad? There aren't meant to be gorillas in this
part of Africa are there?"
"Oh my God! Oh my God!" Dora screeched. "We're all going to be eaten alive!"
"Stop it at once, Dora. You're
scaring the boys unnecessarily. Whatever they are, they'll be more scared of us
than we are of them. Just stay put within the jeep everyone. If they do
approach, make as much noise as you can to scare them away."
The two forms came steadily nearer, the biped at a loping gait, the quadruped
trotting at its side.
"Dad!" Damien said. "It's not a gorilla, it's not a man either, it's...it's..."
"An ape-man! Tarzan!" he breathed in excitement.
The figure approaching them was well over six and a half feet tall with the
physique of a professional body-builder unlike any the quartet had ever seen.
Arms bulging with muscle guarded two massive pecs as large as the steering
wheel to which Dan clung. A chest as round as a tree narrowed to an impossibly
slim but muscular waist then flared again to quads which could easily crush any
beast of the jungle. Two fiery black eyes devoured one of the interlopers after
another, mesmerizing the astonished quartet. Lips as thick as its massive brows
broadened into a lustful conquering grin. It was stark naked except for a belt made
out of creepers from which hung a ferocious armoury of primitive weapons. And
it was prodigiously erect, its penis jutting a full foot or more upwards and outwards
from its
loins, a good 8 inches at the widest circumference. From the inch long piss slit,
white precum thicker than slimy cream oozed over a cockhead as large as its
swaying ballsacs. With animal openness, it squeezed the cockhead pleasurably
causing more manpaste to bubble up. Dora was now no longer the only occupant
of the jeep to be screaming her lungs out.
The ape-man and lion came to a halt just a couple of feet away from the side of
the jeep. He surveyed its occupants with mounting excitement. Yes, yes,
he thought, this is what I have been waiting for all my life. This is what I was
born for. The big pink female animal in the front meant food,
but the three pink males meant much more. They promised hours of
ecstatic dominating pleasure. He was now disappointed if he failed to keep a young
chimp alive for at least two hours after felling it, and was committed to making
the experience of
mutilating, raping and eating these little cousins of his last much, much
longer.
But first he needed them out of this hard box. In two strides, he confronted
the vehicle. With fists like grappling hooks, he took hold of the bumper and
tossed the occupants unceremoniously to the jungle floor. With a quick gesture,
he instructed Ktah to guard his catch while he appealed to the jungle with
a mighty roar. Already, he thought of a way to begin his hours of enjoyment.
As if his appearance had not already established his superiority, he wanted to
show the three just how much strength was in these bulging muscles. He took
the jeep into two massive arms and rammed it into a nearby tree. Then planting
thighs like stumps, ass cheeks flairing, he proceeded to crush the vehicle into
the living bark. Metal creaked and moaned as the colossal Apeman forced the
hapless vehicle into shapeless debris.
Finally satisfied by his wilful destruction, the Apeman was at Dan Casey's
side in two strides. He put his huge hams of hands round the man's throat
and lifted him off the ground like a leaf. He planted his huge lips over the
shocked handsome white man and plunged his snakelike tongue down the
man’s throat. He repeated the gesture with the two boys. His cock raged in
lustful excitement. He could barely keep from spraying his seed as his nostrils
flared when he felt these slim wiry bodies. None of the males spoke as the
Apeman looked from one to the other. So excited was the Jungle beast that
he took Dan Casey by the ankle and lifted him up high by the ankle. With
swipes of his powerful hands, he peeled away the clothes from his prizes.
Noticing a sexual response from the oldest, the Apeman devoured his
genitals completely, savouring the new and delicious smells. How easily
he could have bitten away those precious organs. But he did not.
Growing increasingly impatient with the female’s incessant screaming, he
picked up a boulder and crashed it down first on Dora's right leg and then
on her left, smashing her kneecap and shin-bone in the process. Just like
the female adult chimps screeching in the tree canopy he wanted this parent
to be alive and conscious whilst he set about her puny males - alive but totally
incapacitated. That much of his strategy he had now achieved. Dora lay
writhing and wailing in excruciating pain, but fully conscious of everything
which was now about to unfold. The ape-man barked an order to the lion:
("Guard
her".)
Seeing their opportunity to escape, Cory and Damien ran wildly. The Apeman
smiled. How foolish these lads were. They would not get far and the older
one showed himself willing for at least some of what the Apeman had in
mind...
Dan Casey was not so quick to try to run, torn by the dilema of his wife.
The Apeman, seeing this, began to hiss strangely. He took the confused
man in his huge arms and began to hug him tightly. Whenever Dan Casey
struggled to move, he felt himself being crushed by the Apeman’s
humungous muscle. He felt his penis being stroked, then his arm being
squeezed into a vicelike crevice of muscle. Seeing an awed curiosity in
the white man’s eyes, the Apeman placed his boulder - sized bicep in
front Dan Casey’s face and his black eyes gleamed in male superiority.
A deep rumble of sexual urgency shook the Englishman to the core. The
Apeman placed the eldest Casey’s hand on one of his gigantic arm muscles,
but growled ferociously when the hand was withdrawn. Not to be denied
some exquisit foreplay, the Apeman had to be very careful not to crush the
father too soon. Before long, Dan Casey was returning the Apeman’s male
caressing quite openly, strangely gladdened when he could elicit some gutteral
response. Soon, and to Dora Casey’s horror, the Apeman stood, arms
akimbo in a display of male dominance as the father worshiped his muscular
mounds openly not missing a chance to try and take the Apeman’s raging
cockhead into his mouth. In time, the Apeman would crack open Dan Casey’s
jaw with the drooling bludgeon. But for now and somewhat playfully, the
Apeman rolled the adult male over unto his stomach - Dan might as well
resist the elements - as if to start fucking. But the Apeman merely wanted
the eldest male to witness the arrival of a seventh to the jungle orgy. The
Apeman held Dan by the hair and Dan’s eyes grew big as saucers as he
beheld the horror. It was black,thick, sleek and deadly and moved toward
them with amazing speed for such a large reptile. The twenty foot anaconda
had misunderstood the Apeman’s intentions, thinking Dan was to be its
next meal. Instead, the beast king guided the hungry snake towards Dora
Casey with a series of hand signals and tongue movements. At first, it looked
as if the cruel red eyes of the anaconda were going to hypnotize the terrified
woman who had stopped making her annoying shreiking noises. Instead, as
the Apeman wrapped Dan’s trembling hands around his mammoth penis,
the hungry reptile began to wrap itself inexoribly around the hapless woman.
Both men watched mesmerized as the cruel force of nature wrapped itself
tighter and tighter. The Apeman’s grip tightened around Dan’s forearm as
the muscular beast tightened its hold. “Snap.” Dora Casey’s frail bones began
to break as the Apeman unconsciously cracked the bone in Dan Casey’s
forearm by squeezing too tight. The Apeman’s seed shot fifteen feet in front
of them, coating the dieing woman and snake with thick white manseed. Realizing
it was Dan Casey’s loud yelling in his ears, the Apeman looked at him
and smiled. The Apeman continued by crushing the screaming Englishman’s
hand around his cock, fracturing fingers and wrist to get out the last flow of
spunk from his still erect tool. Dan Casey curled up in indescribable pain as
the cruel Apeman let go of his mangled fist. He felt the stinging force of
something hot and wet on his back and turned to receive a torrent of piss
in his face. The jungleman’s flow stopped a minute later as Dan Casey wept
uncontrollably. When he turned back, the Apeman was nowhere to be seen.
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