Beast Bound 6, 2 of 2.
As I was helplessly hogtied, my body completely bound and powerless against the will of the beast that now possesses me, every fiber of my being screams in defiance against my current situation. My eyes struggle to focus through the tears streaming down my face, as I take in the haunting beauty of the dense woodland we traverse.
The sun's rays filter through the thick canopy above, casting dappled shadows upon the damp earth beneath our feet. A symphony of rustling leaves and distant bird calls fill the air around us; yet, none of these natural wonders seem capable of easing the unbearable pain coursing through my soul.
My vision slowly descends from the treetops to the forest floor, where my gaze falls upon the enormous member protruding from within my own belly – a monstrous, swollen appendage belonging to the very beast that now dominates me. It pulses rhythmically, sending shockwaves of discomfort throughout my abused flesh.
I am nothing more than a walking, talking, breathing fuckhole for this vile creature. Every step we take together causes him to thrust deeper into me, stretching my already ravaged insides even further.
One day, as I sat there, bound and gagged, with the beast's colossal shaft filling every available space within my ravaged body, I decided to explore this mysterious sensation further. Gingerly reaching down towards my engorged stomach, I tentatively touched the firm, taught skin that now enveloped the base of the monster's erection. To my astonishment, I found that I could actually manipulate its cock beneath my belly and fingertips, causing ripples of pleasure to course through the length of the beast's impossibly large member.
As I continued to experiment with different pressures and movements, I soon discovered that by squeezing, flexing, and massaging my distended belly, I could induce powerful orgasms within the creature, resulting in copious quantities of hot, sticky cum being released deep inside me at will.
At first, I resisted using this newfound talent, fearful of further endearing myself to my captor. But as time went on, and the relentless cruelty of my existence took its toll on both body and spirit, I came to realize that having even a modicum of control over my circumstances might just save me from complete despair.
Now, whenever the beast tires of hunting or drinking, I use my powers to coax forth its seed, providing myself with much-needed sustenance and a fleeting moment of control in an otherwise bleak and brutal world. Though I remain forever shackled to my monstrous tormentor, at least I know that there is still some semblance of humanity left within me – a spark of defiance that refuses to be extinguished no matter how dark things may become.
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