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 WENDY'S NEST By whippedwendy@yahoo.com

   semi-incest attempted pedo romance rape murder non-human (raptor) nc
gang rape semi-nc sex with raptor

   If you are thinking of doing any of this stuff, You clearly own a
Holodeck and it's not nice not to share.  This is a fantasy.  You can't try
this at home, so quit thinking about it and enjoy the story.



   It was the summer after my sophomore year at college.  Having skipped a
grade in High school, I had just turned 18.  Since I was no longer a
'child', my boyfriend and I decided to take a trip to the South Pacific. 
If Only we had stayed in Hawaii, Michael would still be alive and I
wouldn't have to tell this story.  But let me start at the beginning.

   My life became as different as it could be on the same planet.  I even
occasionally wondered if I really was on the same planet.  There was no
mention of this place in any of the descriptions I had ever heard or read,
growing up on Earth.  The Earth I grew up on was Northern California.  It
doesn't take being thrust into a hellhole to know how good it is to be in
Nor Cal.  It's virtually summer nine months a year and pretty nice the
other three.  I grew up within fifteen minutes of at least ten different
beaches and the majority of those were clothing optional.  My parents are
reformed Hippies, minus the 'reformed'.  I guess I grew up very differently
than 99% of most kids in this country, but when you are growing up, that is
just the way it is, you don't think about how it might be different than
other people.  My parents didn't have any hang ups about sex and nudity, or
for that matter much else.  Though, I guess most people would say they were
totally fucked up about sex and nudity.  Not surprisingly, I am in their
camp.  I guess you could call my parents nudists, but that's not how I saw
it.  When I hear of nudists, I think of really straight people with
corporate jobs who go to resorts every summer where everyone plays
volleyball naked.  My parents just truly didn't give a shit.  They
generally didn't wear clothes around the house, but it wasn't a 'thing' and
they weren't all over each other in front of me, Even though they were
generally all over each other.  It appeared to me at the time, and looking
back, it still seems that they just didn't like the feeling of having
clothes on.  They passed this discomfort in being covered on to me.  My
parents were very sexual.

   I remember walking in on them, making love, when I was a very little
girl.  No doubt I was on the edge of being one of those girls who carry the
image of their fathers grunting on top of a mother who was crying out, sure
that he is hurting her.  Convinced all the more by how embarrassed and
secretive they acted upon being discovered.  Not my parents.  I must have
been five.  They stopped fucking and looked at me, standing by the bed near
tears.  Bless their hearts.  They didn't fuck with me.  They told me to
come next to them, and making sure I could see everything, my father pulled
his cock from my mom.  I was totally fascinated by his hard penis.  They
proceeded to teach me the facts of life, complete with a demonstration. 
They didn't just go back to fucking, but rather, my father put his cock
back into my mother inches from my face, explaining that this was just one
place to put it.  They told me about oral and anal sex and explained that
it was how babies, including me, were made.  They were pretty complete in
their explanation.  They told me how much fun it was, and even went so far
as to explain how most girls didn't get this lesson until they were
teenagers.  They explained how hung up most people are about sex and nudity
and that I would be best not to share my new found knowledge with any of my
friends.  My mother showed me her pussy and showed me the corresponding
parts on me, explaining about my clit and everything.  She showed me my
father's dick.  It was still hard.  She pointed out the head, his balls,
she even showed me how the skin moves up and down the shaft.  She had him
enter her again to show me how it went in.  They had changed gears from
fucking to instructing their daughter.  Pretty civilized if you ask me.  I
didn't really understand shit at five, but it answered all the questions
about what that thing hanging from my naked father was and what it did. 
When she finished showing me, he climbed off her and they asked me if I had
any questions.  Like any curious child, I wanted to touch it.  They ended
up explaining to me all the taboos around fathers and daughters and how
society felt about it.  I thought they were telling me that I couldn't,
when my father looked down at me and said, "Go ahead and touch it." He and
my mother told me it was a one-time thing, because it was inappropriate. 
They even went so far as to say it was one of the few taboos they agreed
with.  But since it was part of an educational experience we were in the
midst of, it would be all right this one time.

   I tentatively reached up.  I was scared.  It was this huge thing.  I
couldn't believe it had all just disappeared into my mother, in a place
that they had just shown me on me.  Why was this fun?  Was it some sort of
magic?  I touched his penis and there were no sparks or anything.  I moved
it side to side to really look at it and moved the skin a little.  I let go
and cupped one of his balls.  It was all a little overwhelming.  He had
some precum on the tip and I touched it.  I got freaked when it stuck to my
finger and a rope of it formed between my finger and my father's cock. 
This spawned a discussion of sperm and eggs that was way beyond me.  Hell,
at five, it was all way, way beyond me.

   Whatever you have to say about a five year old being shown the mechanics
of intercourse and allowed to inspect her father's hard dick; if I ever
have a daughter and she discovers me getting fucked, I'll offer her the
same education.  It wasn't weird.  I never touched my father's cock again
and only saw him hard a few more times in my whole life.  Looking back at
my parent's attitudes about nudity and how much they fucked, that was
amazing all by itself.  As a five year old, I hardly understood what I was
being told.  But it was there in my head and carried me through some
experiences that can scar little girls.  For instance, the next year, at
six, we were at Santa Cruz beach boardwalk.  There are amusement rides and
we were there for a summer family outing.  I got separated from my parents
in the crowds.  I was a pretty independent kid and fearless.  I found
myself alone in a big crowd.  Seeing me alone, a man came up and asked me
if I was lost.  I allowed that I was, but having been raised with few
inhibitions, I told him my first problem was that I needed to pee.  I
wasn't so dumb that I couldn't find a bathroom, but for some reason the
ladies room was out of order and they had a line of porta-potties instead.
I had never used one and didn't know this was the alternative to the
bathroom.  The man was friendly enough.  He offered to help me.  He quickly
whisked me into a stall and said he would help me.  He matter-of-factly
took down my bathing suit bottoms and lifted me onto the seat.  He told me
to spread my legs wide so I wouldn't fall in.  It made sense, so I did. 
Nudity and bodily functions were so natural to me that it never occurred to
me that anyone would have any interest in watching me pee.  He was very
nice.  He offered to wipe me, while telling me, as my mother had, to always
wipe toward my ass.  It didn't seem weird at all.  I couldn't really reach
the paper and he was confirming my mother's teachings, what could be wrong?
I was still sitting on the seat, legs spread wide.  I really was a little
afraid of falling in and was happy for his help in wiping, as I didn't want
to move my hands from either side of the seat to support me.  Standing
right in front of me in this tiny room, he took out his penis.  It was hard
and inches from my face.  "Do you know what this is?" He asked.  "A penis."
I answered.  In the mind of a trusting child, he was just testing me on
what I had been taught by my parents.  I was surprised at this impromptu
quiz, but the man had been so helpful, I was eager to please.  I still saw
nothing wrong with my situation.  "Do you know what it's for?" "Yes!" I
answered proudly, able to demonstrate my knowledge.  "It makes babies by
going in here." I said, pointing at my bare pussy.  "My mommy says that
making babies is the most fun there is." "Your mommy is a very smart lady.
Did you know that?" "Yes, my mommy is very, very smart." What else did your
mommy tell you about a penis?" Without really understanding what I was
talking about, I parroted back my sexual education.  Still proud that I
remembered, a year later, and sure I would be rewarded with a gold star for
my correct answers, I told him how I knew it could also go in the bum hole
and mouth.  I'm sure he figured out what was going on in my mind, while
thanking his lucky stars to have a pretty little girl who not only wasn't
afraid of his penis, but he wasn't even going to have to explain what he
was doing.  "Have you ever touched a penis?" he asked, still without any
menace.  I got shy for the first time, remembering all of what I had been
told.  I looked down and quietly said, "Yes" "What's wrong?  Did you not
like it when you touched one?" "No, mister.  I once touched my father's."
"Was your mommy there?" "Yes!  She told me that other people would think it
was bad, even just to show me what it was, because he was my father.  Do
you think it was bad, mister?" "No little girl, But your mommy is showing
how smart she is again.  Most people would think that was bad.  I
understand your daddy was just trying to show you.  Some people are really
silly." He gave me a very reassuring smile.  "You probably were too nervous
to really look at your daddy's penis.  I know it can be hard to feel
completely free in front of both your parents.  Isn't it funny how some
things are so much easier with people you don't even know?  For instance,
you could look at my penis.  I'm not your father so it isn't bad.  That is
to say, no one thinks it's bad.  What did your smart mommy tell you?" "She
said it was bad to touch my daddy.  She didn't say anything about other
people." "So if you finally wanted to find out all about what your mommy
was trying to teach you, I would let you discover it with my penis.  I bet
your mommy will be very proud when she finds out you learned everything she
was trying to teach you.  Why don't you take hold of my penis and check it
out completely.  Then you can ask me any questions you want and show your
mommy that you learned." C'mon, I'm six.  Everything he is saying makes
total sense, and he's such a nice man.  And well, well it was the beginning
of a life-long fascination with cocks.  One that has brought me to the most
bizarre circumstance, but we'll get to that.  Right now I'm six years old,
my bathing suit is on the floor of a porta-potty, where I'm sitting, legs
spread, holding the hard cock of some guy as old as my father.  "Move it
any way you want.  Ask me anything." I moved this one around a lot more
than my father's.  He was right, I was a lot less inhibited without my
parents there.  What a kindly man.  I moved the skin on the shaft a lot
more.  I ran my finger around the ridge of the head and played with his
balls for a while.  I was fascinated.  When he got wet with precum, I
remembered and purposely touched it, knowing that the strand would follow.
When the thread broke he said, "Taste it." He was definitely hoping for me
to lick his cock, but I licked my finger instead.  It was salty, and while
it might not have been all that bitter, because of its stickiness, I was
expecting it to be sugary.  I made a face.  "Here sweetheart." He said
offering the tip of his penis to my face.  "It's a lot sweeter inside, try
it." I can honestly say I had no intention of taking his cock in my mouth.
Not that I thought it was bad or weird, but because I couldn't imagine the
taste in my mouth being any better if it was sweet and I really didn't
think that thing could really fit in my mouth.  I had no sexual feelings
one way or another.  I mean, c'mon, I'm six.  For me, it was as though boys
had tails.  My father had shown me his, but this is the first one I've seen
in 'the wild'.  Even if my mother did tell me she liked daddy's tail in her
mouth, I didn't like it and as a spoiled, rich, only child, I didn't do
very much I didn't like.

   I never got the chance to refuse him.  He wasn't a very good child
molester.  He had left the door unlocked.  Besides that, I think god must
have been sick of his shit.  There he is, pants at his ankles with a naked
six-year-old girl, sitting with her legs spread, holding his cock directly
in front of her face.  It was his bad luck that a lady cop had to pee.  The
cop was completely cool.

   In a way that was non-threatening to me, she took out her gun and
pointed it at the man.  She looked at me and in a cheery voice said, "Hi,
Honey.  Is this your daddy?" "No!" "Have you ever seen a policeman's gun?'
As though she had it out to show to me.  Then, "People are waiting to use
this bathroom.  Are you done yet?" I nodded.  "Are you ok?" I nodded again.
She had the man step out with his pants still down and told me to put my
suit on and tell her when I was ready.  "Are you Wendy?" I nodded once
again.  "Your parents asked me to look for you.  Get dressed and I'll take
you to them." When I came out of the bathroom, the man was in cuffs.  I
don't think I noticed at the time.  "Did this man touch you anywhere?" "No
he just helped me wipe and showed me his penis.  He thinks my mommy is
really smart." I said proudly.  She gave me a warm smile.  "Well, that was
nice of him." More police came and when it was all over, my father decided
to stay at the boardwalk for more rides and a big seafood dinner.  My
mother was on the verge of tears.  I didn't know why.  Dad always did have
a cool head.  I knew something wasn't right, but I wasn't totally aware it
had anything to do with the nice man in the bathroom.  My father knew that
if our family outing abruptly ended, I would think I did something wrong.
My early childhood trauma turned out to be just wondering what was wrong
with mom.

   When the cop catches you with the naked six-year-old's hand on your
dick, they don't need the six-year-old in order to put you in jail, so I
never heard anything else about the incident.  In fact, I probably wouldn't
even remember it at all except for the counseling.  Some poor girl, fresh
out of school, got the case.  She's doing the "show me on the Panda where
he touched you".  I'm not playing that game at all and telling her.  "He
didn't touch me.  He wiped my vulva with toilet paper for me, after I
peed." Even at six, my mother had taught me all the real terms.  My father
had a penis and a scrotum and my mother had a vulva and a vagina.  We
weren't a 'Kitty-Kat', 'Willy' kinda family.  "He showed me his penis.  It
was big, bigger than my daddy's." Then I remembered that I wasn't supposed
to know about my daddy's penis and got quiet.  She brought out another
panda, this one with a penis and asked me to show her what I did with his
penis.  I moved it here and there and at the end remembered to touch the
tip and touch it to my mouth.  "Did he tell you to do that last thing,
Wendy?" He didn't tell me to touch it, but he did tell me to taste it.  I
didn't like it.  He said that the part on his penis was sweeter and for me
to taste that.  I didn't really want to.  That's when the police lady came
in." I don't know what that was supposed to do for me.  I remember the cock
on the Panda a lot better than the molester's.  I still didn't know
anything really weird had happened.  All I knew was that mom was somehow
different after that day.  She looked at me differently.  Not in a bad way,
if anything, more lovingly, but different.  That and the fact we never went
back to the boardwalk at Santa Cruz.  The next summer was Disneyland.  I
hardly missed Santa Cruz.  But my once completely logical parents started
making less sense.  I had been raised not to be modest and to consider
nudity natural.  It wasn't nearly so much to accept nudity, but rather,
never to be ashamed of my body.  At six, I had grasped that as well as
could be expected.  After all, it is much more an attitude than an
intellectualization, but that all changed, after the molester.  Suddenly,
it's fine to be naked on the beach in front of everyone, but wrong to be
naked with just one person.  It's wrong to know all about my daddy's penis,
but even worse to know about someone else's.  My parents were trying to
reconcile not wanting to make me sexually uptight, yet keep me from
grabbing random dicks.  It was a tough balancing act and I wish I could say
they did a great job.  They tried.  Don't get me wrong.  Compared to all of
my girlfriends' parents, they were god's gift.  How many girl's mothers buy
them a diaphragm for their fourteenth birthday?  My father's idea of
keeping me away from drug dealers was to give me all the pot I wanted.

   I hate to give any right-wingers ammunition, but since it was no big
deal, I lost my virginity way too young.  I don't even like that term.  It
shouldn't be considered losing something, but rather gaining something. 
Maybe what you lose is ignorance and innocence.  I was thirteen.  If my
parents' openness hadn't pushed my sexuality, my body more than did.  I
started growing pubic hair at 11.  Forget trainers, I needed a functional
bra at 12, as I was already a B cup.  By thirteen, at a petite 5', I was
skinny as a rail but had hips and breasts that wouldn't quit.  At barely
100# I was 34D 24 35.  I had long blond hair, my mother's beautiful face,
my father's whimsy, and I couldn't take a step in public without being hit
on.  Guys my age, mostly guys in their twenties, but older too, sometimes
clearly older than my father.  Most of the older guys were totally up front
about offering money.  Gee if they had only known I was a virgin.  I coulda
asked for more and been set for life.

   But then there was Stephen.  Oh God, I had done my share of backseat
hansies.  Guys couldn't wait to suckle at and play with my huge breasts.  I
had jacked a few guys off and one guy even made me cum with his finger. 
There had been an awful lot of begging and cajoling but I never let a guy
in my mouth.  Maybe it was the bad taste of the molester, not the trauma,
the actual bad taste.  I really liked sex, what I knew of it, but not like
the guys trying to get in my pants.  If the guys had been less pushy, they
would have found me a lot more willing.  My interest in penises had grown
greatly since the one in Santa Cruz.  But nobody likes their arm twisted,
even when it's something they want to do.

   By the time I met Stephen, I had played with as many cocks as a virgin
could, in as many ways as I could, and still be a virgin.  I knew from my
early education everywhere one could go and I knew I wanted desperately to
know what it felt like to have one in each of those places.  I even had
fantasies of having more than one, in more than one place.  But something
held me back.  After I had cum on a boy's hand for the first time, I knew I
wanted the first place to be my pussy.  If I were going to let a cock in
for the first time, it was going to rub my clit, damn it.

   Stephen was as close as a guy gets to Adonis.  He was older.  Not enough
to make it creepy but enough that he was totally in charge.  The difference
between a guy clearly overwhelmed as he fumbles with your tits as opposed
to a guy commandingly licking and pinching your nipples is night and day.
It is almost as dramatically different as a boy desperately trying to get
his hand on your twat without any game plan, and a man deftly rubbing your
clit.  He was the first guy to get most of my clothes off where I was
having as good a time as he was.  He had me so hot that when he was ready
to put his cock in me, I didn't care one whit that neither of us had a
rubber.  If anything, I was happy.  As scared as I was about getting
pregnant, I didn't want anything, no matter how thin, to be between me and
that beautiful cock.  Feeling his warm cum wash against my uterus was the
icing on the cake.  It was a pretty cruel and sobering lesson when I got
pregnant my very first fuck.  It was an even bigger one when I told my
Adonis and he split town.  I got my first lesson in how stupid young girls
in love are.  Daddy bought me an abortion and mom gave me a diaphragm.  I
swore off love forever and ever.  At least until the next guy got his hand
in my pants

   I may have been put off love, but not sex.  I loved sex.  I loved
everything about it, cocks most of all.  Like I say, my mother gave me a
diaphragm and I set about trying to wear it out.  I wasn't a slut or
anything, but my looks brought a steady stream of men and I wasn't adverse
to a little fun.  I had been right at six.  It was fun having a dick in all
of the places mommy said they would go.  I wonder if the guy from Santa
Cruz is out of jail yet.

   I had many affairs for a few months each, all through school, but
nothing really serious.  I got to college a year early and met Michael. 
Michael's big claim to fame was that we met on a nude beach and he looked
me in the eye while we talked.  Most guys couldn't do that while I had
clothes on.  Michael and I had been together for six months, my record by
far.  When his Uncle invited us to come to Hawaii so he could take a 50'
Yacht to some other South Sea Islands, I couldn't say no.  Spend the summer
sailing the South Seas with my boyfriend, his father, and stepmother?  I'm
there!  I never had to pull the "I'm 18 now and I can do what I want" shit
on my parents.  In fact, they offered to take us to the airport and gave me
money to take with me.  We spent a week in Hawaii and we all got along
really well.  Michael's stepmother was not much older than I and we had a
lot in common.  She and I were so much alike that we were barely out of
port before Susan and I were laying naked on the front of the boat.  After
that, none of us wore clothes for the rest of the trip, except when we came
into a port.  We were all very comfortable together.  So comfortable that
I'm sure that sharing me with his father was the only thing stopping
Michael and me from climbing into their bed.  It was just as well. 
Father/son in the same bed is weird.  I don't care how free you are.  I
don't have a lot of limits, but one of the first I learned was incest.  We
all resisted.  It wasn't that big a boat, and we had all come across each
other making love, more than once.  But nobody joined in.

   We had been sailing for several weeks and been to several islands in
varying degrees of advanced civilization.  We were drinking champagne,
smoking pot and snorting coke every night and fucking like bunnies.  It was
a dream vacation.  It was way more fun than you could ever imagine a trip
with your boyfriend's father to be.  I would never tell Michael, but if his
dad wasn't his dad, I'd fuck him in a minute.  But beyond just the sexual
taboo, I was getting frighteningly comfortable with Michael and didn't want
to fuck it up.  Fucking his father would definitely fuck it up.  Besides,
stepmother or not, Susan is way too hot for me to be comfortable with my
boyfriend fucking.

   We had left the Marshall Islands and were headed for New Guinea.  It had
started raining during the first night out and was now raining hard.  The
sea was rough, but it was a good sized boat and this wasn't our first
storm. We had weathered the others just fine and I wasn't worried.  Then
Stan, Michael's dad, told us to get dressed.  Hmm If Stan wants Susan and
me to put our clothes on, things must be rough.  Not just clothes, life
jackets too.  Ut-Oh.

   Stan and Michael were great sailors but it became clear that nothing was
going to prevent us from swamping.  With a driving storm bouncing us around
like a ping-pong ball, both masts snapped off, taking on water and listing
badly, shooting some rocks to an island, seemed like our best bet.  We
almost made it.  I remembered the crunch as we hit the rocks.  The sound of
the storm got so much louder as the boat came apart.  While far from frigid
cold, the water was a lot colder than me.  A wave washed over and threw me
against a rock.  I felt the salt water burn into torn flesh on my ass as
the water whipped back and threw my head against the same rock.  I was
groggy and couldn't see anything through my blood in the water.

   I woke up to a sunny day, in the shade of a thatch shelter.  I'm naked
from the waist down.  I can see that my shredded ass is laying on what is
left of my shorts.  No one else is around.  I can't hear anything over the
surf.  I sit up and yelp as my ass moves painfully on the shorts.  Where
are they?  I certainly didn't build this shelter in my sleep.  No one is
around.  I lay back down on one hip and look at the damage.  It hurts a lot
worse than it looks.  My right ass cheek is a mess of barnacle scratches.
Only a few are deep.  I touch the tender spot on my head.  More small cuts.
I'll be fine.  Where is everyone else?

   It was a half an hour or so until Michael and Susan returned.  Michael
held me and kissed me and told me they couldn't find Stan.  He said they
had been looking for both Stan and water and had found neither.  We were on
a 'dot' of an island and had no fresh water.  We couldn't stay here.  "Do
we have to swim for it?" I stupidly asked No, it isn't that bad.  The
plastic fresh water tank from the boat had drifted ashore and he and Susan
had managed to fill it to the top with collected rain water from the storm.
"I'm sorry I haven't been any help." I managed.  He smiled and kissed me,
"That's ok, we can always use your tits as molds for pontoons to get us out
of here." I playfully punched him.  We all snuggled up together that night.
No one was thinking sex.  We wanted to keep warm.  We did the Robinson
Caruso trip for a few days.  Michael kept finding bird eggs but clearly not
enough to keep us alive.  We had no idea where we had been blown to in the
storm and so we had no idea where the nearest land was, not even what
direction.  Things weren't looking very good.  We still didn't have the
beginnings of a plan.

   It was the beginning of the fourth day, a little after dawn when I was
woken by movement around us.  I couldn't see in the low sun, but it was
clearly people.  I nudged Michael awake.  It was straight out of King Kong
or something.  We were being held at bay by natives with sharp spears. 
They all seemed to be looking at me.  Then I remembered I was naked below
the waist.  They had clearly never seen a strawberry blond pussy.  Black
and grey had been their selection up to now.

   The leader ordered the spears off me and onto Michael and Susan.  He
motioned for me to get up.  I grabbed Michael with one arm and Susan with
the other.  He said something to his men and they lifted all the spears. 
He motioned again.  Locked with Michael and Susan, we followed him.  The
armed men followed us.  They had outrigger canoes on the beach and tried to
put me on one by myself.  I wouldn't let go of Michael and they put Susan
in another boat.  As we paddled out into the surf, it was clear we needed
all the men with paddles we could get to break free.  All I could think of
was Tom Hanks and Wilson.  They pushed us down so we weren't washed
overboard.  We paddled on the open ocean for hours with umbrellas to keep
the hot sun off .  We were always in sight of Susan, which I'm sure assured
her more than us.  Off in the distance I saw smoke rising off the horizon,
which changed into a bump then into an island much bigger than ours.

   We came into a natural harbor and got off the boats.  The island was
total d?j?  vu.  I thought I was on the set for King Kong.  This
mountainous island was divided by a high fence.  It wasn't King Kong sized,
but ten to twelve feet anyway.  The men with spears approached us and some
came forward with some type of rope and began to tie our hands behind us.
Michael resisted.  He was thrown to the ground and punched and kicked until
he put his hands behind him.  We were taken to a hut and put under guard.
We spent the day there, tied and watched.  Once darkness fell a group of
men came and took Michael with them.  Susan and I clung to him, but they
cruelly pushed us off him and dragged him out.  Less than an hour later
they came back for Susan.

   When they came for me, they led me out to a central area.  There was a
bonfire and drums.  I still feel like I'm on a King Kong set.  I look up to
see Susan and Michael.  They are naked.  They are both bent over something,
their hands still tied behind them.  My captors untie my hands from behind
me and hang me by my wrists from a pole.  They tie ropes to my ankles and
use stakes to spread me wide.  I'm feeling pretty vulnerable.

   I am hanging there from my wrists, when one of the men appears in front
of Michael and Susan.  He is naked and sporting a hard on.  He presents his
cock to Michael's mouth and Michael turns away.  He started shouting at
Michael.  Another man came up beside him with a long stick he had pulled
from the bon fire.  The end of it was red hot.  The first man presented his
cock to Michael again and again he turned away.  The other man touched the
stick to Michael's ass.  Michael screamed but still turned his head away.
This time when he did, the second man took the stick and quickly pushed
fully three feet of it up Michael's ass.  He cried out, made sort of a
gurgling noise and fell limp.  I completely lost it.  I started crying and
screaming hysterically.  He was clearly dead.  I was crying and shaking and
didn't notice as a man came up behind me and shoved a huge cylinder up my
ass.  I was screaming, sure they were going to kill me this way as they had
Michael.  But no, they had just filled my ass with a huge cylinder that was
even lubricated.  After I realized I wasn't going to die yet, I couldn't
take my eyes off Michael's lifeless body.  The first man jumped in front of
Susan and waved his cock in her face.  She turned away.  The second man
showed up with a new red tipped stick.  Susan took the first man's cock in
her mouth.

   This was the beginning of a prolonged and brutal gang rape.  They fucked
her two at a time for hours.  All I could do is hang there.  After fucking
her everywhere, they hung her up across from me like I was, hanging from
her wrists with her legs staked out.  Cum was dripping from everywhere
between her legs.  She looked awful.  We were hanging across from each
other as the men danced in front of their fire.  They formed some sort of
line dance, and the line snaked towards us.  I could see something in the
air above their heads.  It wasn't until they were nearby that I could see
they each carried a whip in their hands.  They began passing behind Susan,
each one lashing out at her with a whip.  I couldn't see what the whips
were doing, but Susan was screaming at the top of her lungs.  As the last
of the line passed behind her throwing lash after lash into her back and
ass, they snaked around to pass in front of her.  Now I could see each
strike on her.  They were swinging their whips and hitting her hard.  The
whips must have been made of some sort of sisallike material as each stroke
left a torn bleeding welt.  I could only imagine what her back looked like.
They beat her unmercifully, their whips tearing into her tits and between
her legs.  Finally after screaming for the longest time she fell limp in
her bonds.  They didn't even pause.  They just kept whipping her until they
were literally flaying the skin from her body.  I was vomiting between
screams.  One of her breasts was barely clinging to her body.  I was in
total overload.  I went out cold.

   I woke up to total King Kong D?j?  vu.  I was tied exactly as I had
been, my arms over my head and legs staked apart.  It didn't feel like I
had been whipped or raped.  I was sick to my stomach.  I remembered
watching Michael and Susan die horribly.  Why had they left me alone?  I
looked around.  I wasn't where I had been.  I was now on the other side of
the wall.  Where the wall was around ten feet tall on the other side it had
a moat and the drop to the water made it closer to twenty on this side. 
The moat didn't look so much deep as wide.  Like it was there to prevent
leaping.  What the fuck am I thinking about?  This is the real world and my
boyfriend and his stepmother have just been murdered by a primitive island
tribe who have tied me naked in the jungle to appease some god of their
imaginations.  I wonder if I'll starve to death here.  Isn't there some
thing where you suffocate if you hang from your arms too long?  I guess
that's how it 's going to happen.  Probably better than Michael. 
Definitely better than Susan.  Oh god, they tore her apart in front of my
eyes.  I should have let them take just me from our little island.  Then
Susan and Michael would have at least had a chance.

   The natives were chanting up a storm and they have me so spooked, I
think I really see something moving in the jungle in front of me.  I can
sense something moving.  This is too, too weird.  My mind has to be playing
tricks.  Oh God, considering the alternative, please let it be my mind
playing tricks.  I could swear I see something moving.  I freeze.  I see
something break from the brush.  It is not King Kong.  I would gladly
welcome King Kong instead of what I see.  It is decidedly reptilian and
looks for all the world like the raptor in Jurassic Park, only bigger, much
bigger.  He looked to be around eight feet tall.  I couldn't tell his
colors in the moonlight but he had the cold eyes, and reptile jaw filled
with hundreds of sharp teeth.  He had long, bent arms with three razor
sharp talons on each claw.  His hind claws showing the famous gut-ripping
raised talon.  There was no question that he saw me.  Shit, Oh Well, being
torn apart by an extinct dinosaur can't be any worse than what happened to
Michael and a lot better than what happened to Susan.  I guess he is
unaware that I am bound here, because he stalks me slowly.  I am sure I am
seconds from death.  Which makes it all the stranger that I can't help but
notice the big, and totally human cock on him.  It is the same color as his
body until the head, which is a totally familiar pink.  It is hanging from
his groin in front of a large ball sack.  His teeth, claws, any part of him
can kill me and I'm staring at his cock.  It's not like it is some guy. 
I'm looking at a monster who is poised to kill me.  Why am I transfixed on
his cock?

   He stalks me.  He is finally a few feet in front of me, completely in
striking range.  He opens his massive mouth and lets out a blood curdling
growl.  I piss myself.  He tentatively puts forward a claw and presses a
talon to my nipple.  It hurts.  I see a little trickle of blood.  God those
claws are sharp, he didn't press that hard.  I cry out.  My blood runs cold
as I see his cock harden.  He, like every male I have ever met, is
transfixed by my tits.  He uses the side of one claw to lift them and watch
them fall.  His cock is sticking way out now.  It must be 18" long and as
big around as a table leg.  I'm shaking like a leaf.  I look down for the
first time and see several skeletons.  They are my size.  I'm sure I'm
moments from death.  The monster takes a sharp talon and slips it into the
entrance to my pussy.  More pee runs down my leg.  The talon slips out of
me and back between my legs.  He loops a ring in the cylinder that still
invades my ass and pulls it out sharply with his talon.  My ass cramps but
my mind reels.  This can't be happening.  This creature doesn't exist, and
if he did he would kill me.  But no, he has moved behind me and has his
claws lightly scratching my tits as he takes the place of the cylinder and
pushes his huge cock up my ass.  It's not the first time there's been a
cock in my ass and this one feels very cock-like, except it's stone cold.
And way, way too big.  God that's weird!  I'm being fucked by a dinosaur
and all I can think of is how weird his cold cock feels in my ass.  I can't
stop screaming.  Either from the horror of my situation or the horrible
pain of him stretching my anus.  He strokes in my ass for a minute and I
feel a pressure deep in my bowels.  His cum is cold too.  Finished, he
tears through my bonds like they were paper.  He tucks me against him and
holding me with one arm, runs into the Jungle.  All of it is just too much
and I go out again.

   I wake in a totally surreal circumstance.  Like my life for the last few
days hasn't been beyond surreal.  I have survived a shipwreck, been
kidnapped by natives, watched them horribly murder my boyfriend, gang rape
my friend, then whip her to death with cruel whips.  That's just the
believable part.  After watching my companions die, I was bound naked in
the jungle.  Specifically to be stalked by an animal that should have been
extinct millions of years ago.  He doesn't just exist, he is stalking me
and sporting a decidedly non reptile penis.  I really can't say I am
familiar with what a reptile penis looks like, but I am sure is isn't what
I was looking at.  I was totally torn.  On one hand, this monster, a
Velociraptor, is a vicious predator who by all rights should have torn my
belly open with one slash of his razor sharp claw and eaten me.  That I was
hanging, bound as fodder for this beast is unbelievable on its own.  That
it chose instead to ass rape me after the natives had lubed and stretched
my ass, clearly to accommodate him, is bizarre in an off-the-charts way. 
That this creature has a decidedly over sized human-like cock to fuck me
with, is way too weird.  It is as though I am trapped in some porn
producer's fantasy.  All those porno movie titles that are puns and
variations on hit movies.  I feel like I am somehow the star of Jurassic
Cock.  From the moment they murdered Michael through feeling the monster's
cold cum in my bowels.  I am completely convinced that I am in the midst of
some possibly drug induced horrific dream.  Everything that has happened in
the last week is like a nightmare and everything that has happened in the
last fortyeight hours is beyond what I have come to know as reality on this
planet.  Dinosaurs do not walk the Earth.  Even if they somehow existed in
this bizarre corner of the planet, they certainly wouldn't have mammal
cocks.  No matter what his cock looks like, he should be looking at me as a
hundred pounds of protein to eat.  That he would want to fuck a mammal
doesn't make any sense, that he fucked me in the ass, after I was
specifically stretched for him, makes even less sense.  I'm in the midst of
some really fucked up porno dream.  None of this could possibly be
happening--I just have to wake up.

   But I have woken up.  I can only pray I have woken up within the dream.
I appear to be in a cave.  As my eyes open I see my captor in silhouette at
the entrance.  I lay in a pile of straw.  I look around and my resolve to
not reveal that I am awake gives way to seeing that I am in some sort of
nest.  I scream as I see that I am surrounded by a pack of these creatures,
clearly waiting for me to wake up.  As with my original captor, it is
exceedingly obvious that they are all male.  They are all sporting
humanlike cocks.  But none of them are hard.  They are milling around,
growling and they seem much more interested in eating me than fucking me.
My situation is worse, but seemingly more reality based than my raptor
rape. One of the pack nips at me.  I pull back a leg that clearly could
have been removed by that tooth-lined jaw very easily.

   My rapist hears the commotion and comes back to the nest.  I guess he
has seen the attempt at my leg.  He charges my attacker.  I had assumed he
would take a similar swipe at him, but standing a couple of feet taller
than the others, he tore into my attacker and disemboweled him in one
motion.  There was blood everywhere as he continued tearing the body to
pieces.  Finally, with nothing left but a pile of carved up meat.  He
turned away from the corpse with his victim's cock sticking out of his
mouth.  Whatever these creatures are, they are very clearly testosterone
based.  With a bloody cock still hanging from his mouth, he turns his
attention to me.  I am up on my knees watching in terror.  He comes to
where I am and pushes me backwards with the back of his claw.  As I lay on
my back, he touches my pubes with the side of a razor claw.  He moves my
pubic hair around, seemingly fascinated.  My bladder lets go again.  He
dips a claw into the puddle and brings it to his nostrils.  His cock
springs to life.

   Even more bizarre than his human cock, it appears he has the
underpinnings of a human brain.  He can think, generalize and plot and
apparently lust.  As I lay on my back, terrified, he drops the disembodied
cock from his mouth to the straw beside me.  He reaches down and sticks a
long talon into it, from the base.  The cock is now dangling on his
'finger'.  He brings the tip to my face, touching my lips with it.  I am
beside myself.  It is unclear what he is doing.  He takes the cock away and
reaches his other claw behind my head and with his talons encouraging me,
brings me back up on my knees.  As I come up, he takes the cock on his
finger and presents it to my face again.  I am shaking like a leaf and have
no idea what is happening.  It has gone from completely unbelievable to
astronomically impossible.  I keep waiting to wake up.

   But back in my 'dream', there is a foot long cock, bigger around than
any bratwurst ever was, in my face.  The raptor pulls the cock out of my
face, brings it to his own, if you can call that a 'face', and a gigantic
tongue emerges from rows of razor teeth and licks the cock.  He doesn't
just lick it, he turns it this way and that, all the while moving his
tongue all around it.  He again presents it to my face and growls.  I
tentatively stick out my tongue.  As bizarre as the idea of his trying to
get me to copy his actions may be, I'm beyond my old reality.  Clearly,
everything I once knew is out the window.

   With my tongue out of my mouth, he rubs the disembodied cock across it.
He twists it and moves it so my tongue circles the head and moves up and
down the shaft.  He moves it on my tongue for a while.  I see his other
claw with razor talons move behind me.  I feel one talon at my spine,
between my shoulders.  Another is at the base of my skull.  They are both
just short of breaking the skin.  He moves the cock around so it is facing
me.  He presses the cock to my lips and I feel the talons pressing at my
back.  If they haven't pierced the skin yet, they are certainly about to. I
open my mouth to the disembodied cock.  He pushes it past my lips and into
my mouth.  He pulls his 'finger' from his victims cock and watches me.  I
allow the cock to fall from my mouth.  He is infuriated.  He growls loudly
and very intentionally drags a talon across my left breast, opening an
instant wound.  It isn't very deep but it hurts like hell.  He raises his
claw as if to tear open my other breast and I pick the cock up off the
straw.  He settles down a little, but is still growling menacingly.

   Surreal doesn't begin to cover it.  I am trapped in a place that can't
exist.  The prisoner of a creature that hasn't existed in a million years
and has a anatomic anomaly that is too bizarre for words.  It is like the
Twilight Zone where the little boy has put his sister into the cartoons on
the TV.  Only in my case, there was a sci-fi porn movie on at the time.  As
though anything that has happened in the last day could begin to be
possible, that I am being forced to suck a disembodied giant cock by a
vicious reptile with a similar cock, is beyond any comprehension.  Using
his claws, he directs me, alternating between taking it deeper in my mouth
and bringing it out to lick and fondle.  After a while of this, he snatches
the cock from my hands and eats it whole.  As he does this, he comes
closer, now standing directly in front of me, his own hard cock now
directly in front of my face.  Could it be that he was training me what to
do with his cock?  Is he really that intelligent?  That horny?  His claw
returns to my spine and neck as he presses me towards the tip of his own
cock.  His claw retreats and with his cock touching my lips, he gestures
toward my bleeding breast with a talon, as if to ask if I have learned my
lesson.  I have.

   I reach up and take his cock in my hand.  I start licking around the
head as he made me do with the other cock.  He thrusts his hips forward and
I start licking the shaft while moving it in a jacking off motion.  After a
while of this, he encircles my entire head with his claw, razor talons all
around my face.  He thrusts his groin forward.  I've been in this position
with too many other males not to know he wants his cock in my mouth.  It is
all my mouth can stretch to get the head past my teeth.  As his cock enters
my mouth, his talons lighten their grip on my head.  He leaves me to do the
work, but then becomes impatient, like any man, and the talons return to
press my head deeper on his cock.  He starts fucking my mouth, not content
to wait for me to move on him.  With each thrust, he is moving deeper into
my throat.  His cock is easily twice as big in every dimension than any
cock I have ever seen, let alone had in my mouth.  As he forces his
gigantic cock down my throat, I feel his talons at my ass.  He slips a
long, sharp talon into my pussy from behind while I continue to take his
cock deeper in my mouth.  I know that any increased pressure will rip me
inside.  The chances that a savage predator's claw isn't covered with
infectious germs is nil.  There are no antibiotics within hundreds of
miles. I allow him to push me forward on his cock, with the talon that will
slowly kill me if I resist in any way.

   His talon is deep inside me, at the very opening to my cervix as his
cock presses down my throat.  My lips are practically at the base of his
giant cock.  I had always been popular for my deep throat blow jobs, but
never with a cock anywhere near this size.  Not to be discounted in any
way, all those cocks that had disappeared down my throat in the past were
with the 'lubricant' of good sex and a desire to pleasure the cock of my
loving partner, who was filling me with endorphins.  Now, the pleasures of
sex are the furthest thing from my mind.  I am being actively choked by a
cold tube of flesh that, while penis shaped, is hardly any sort of turn on,
even if it weren't attached to a monster that just ripped my breast open
with barely a gesture.  Now, the same long razor sharp talon that ripped my
breast is deep in my pussy, the razor tip pressing my cervix.  He uses the
talon in my pussy to push me to the very base of his cock.  I don't dare
resist in the slightest way.  I can't breathe and my gag reflex is off the
charts.  As outer-space as my life has become in a few short days, I don't
want to die.  Not yet, anyway.

   He removes his talon from my pussy and grips my head with both claws. 
He starts fucking my mouth in earnest, taking long slow strokes, deeper in
my throat than any cock has ever been.  I steal breaths around his out
stroke.  My eyes are tightly shut.  It's bad enough that this is happening
at all.  That I would want to watch this giant penis slide completely past
my lips, or see the monster it is attached to, or the others of his kind
that are watching him fuck my mouth is insane.  I am praying for him to cum
and like every man, lose interest in me.

   I feel talons poking my thighs apart.  Stabbing at my inner thighs,
poking me until I spread my knees apart.  I didn't think the pit in my
stomach could get any deeper.  But as I remember that both claws are still
holding my head, I realize that the talons on my thighs are a different
raptor.  They are on me.  I feel another cold cock, smaller, but still way
too big to be human, press into my pussy, stretching the walls and quickly
reaching the bottom with lot's more cock wanting entry.  Sinewy predator
reptilian muscles press the giant cockhead against the opening to my womb,
forcing me forward on the cold cock in my mouth.  The cock in my mouth
presses home, mashing my nose against rough scales.  His balls hanging so
low that they knock against my chest as he mouth fucks me.  My pussy feels
like it is going to explode from the other driving cock.  He is smashing
into my cervix with every stroke, trying desperately to get more cock into
my stretched pussy.  I am completely sure that within a few more strokes he
will break through and kill me, completing my fate of being fucked to
death. A growl from the leader, deep in my throat, backs the creature in my
pussy off, but just enough to keep from killing me.  He continues to
painfully ram against my womb but with decreased force.

   My captor cums deep in my throat and I feel a horrible swelling in my
stomach.  His cock is blocking my throat and he is cuming some huge amount
of fluid into my belly.  It is so violent an expulsion that I have gas
pains.  He pulls his cock from my mouth and lets go of my head.  I start
heaving uncontrollably.  I try to fall forward, but sharp talons on my hips
hold me in place.  A new raptor presents a huge black cock with a pink head
to my face.  I am beyond allowing anything in my mouth.  I still need to
vomit some more.  I lift a hand and bat the cock away.  Instantly, the
talons on my hips break the skin and the cock in my pussy rams home with a
new vigor.  The head raptor places a talon on my undamaged breast, breaks
the skin and makes a short wound.  I get the message and start licking the
new raptor's cock head.  The cock in my pussy backs off slightly and the
talons ease their pressure on my hips.  I continue to play with the new
raptor's cock head, alternately licking the shaft.  My blood runs cold as I
realize I am being trained.  They are using their cocks and talons to
sculpt my behavior.  As if to confirm this.  The cock in my pussy rams
forward especially hard.  I scream in pain and the raptor in front of me
pushes his cock into my mouth.  They are working in concert to gang rape
me.

   There are eight of them in all.  Only seven of them alive, but that
didn't prevent them from making me suck the dead one's cock.  I remain on
my knees for a total of four cocks full of cum in my throat, three in my
pussy and another in my ass.  Though slightly smaller than his leader, I am
less in shock than I was hanging in the jungle and I am sure a cock that
size in my ass will tear me apart.  It is all over in little more than an
hour and I am left lying there with oozing puncture wounds on my hips and
both a short and long slash on my breasts.  I am regularly throwing up
viscous white fluid and cum is flowing freely from my ass and pussy... 
which are on fire.  My jaw is sore and I'm sick.  Even without a stomach
full of reptile cum, as spirited as this was for all of them, there is no
woman so insane that she gets turned on being raped by dinosaurs.  It's all
I can do to keep the horror and panic down.  This is not sex for me, it is
torture of my sexual parts.

   We may be in the South Seas, but it is cold at night.  These creatures
don't generate any heat.  I wake up in the middle of the night, shivering,
nudged awake by the leader.  Oh please God, put me anywhere, in any
circumstance, but not where I was when I fell asleep.  No such luck.  I am
in a pile of straw surrounded by monsters, as their cum still leaks out of
me.  The leader has noticed my shivering and is standing over me.  They are
cold blooded and just slow down in the cold.  Incredibly, he gestures to
the straw, pushing it into a pile and throwing some wood onto it.  He
gestures something rising into the air, showing me his understanding of
fire.  He looks at me, and since he neither wants to eat or fuck me, at the
moment, I see a new intelligence in his eye.  He knows he has the makings
of fire, but he also seems to know he is lacking a critical element.  The
other critical element missing, is his natural fear of it.  He gestures to
me as though I can magically create it.  I don't want him pissed off, and a
fire sounds just fine to me, I'm freezing.  He allows me to move about in
the cave as I look for suitable wood.  I find a dry piece of drift wood,
suitable for creating a proper rut.  I find a stick of suitable size and
carry them back to my 'nest'.  I clear an area so all the straw won't
catch, make a little pile of straw for tinder and some suitable real tinder
and start rubbing the stick on the groove.

   Ten minutes later I am a lot hotter than the stick.  While I have drawn
minimal smoke from the drift wood, I am no longer cold.  I'm exhausted and
sweating.  While I learned the process somewhere along the way, I had no
idea all the work involved.  My hands are starting to blister, I sit back
to take a breath.  My captor has been watching everything with great
curiosity.  He takes the stick from me and wrapping his talons completely
around it, starts copying my movements with the stick.  But it is clear he
doesn't understand the concept at all.  He moves the stick haphazardly
across the driftwood barely pressing and all over it.  I put my hand on his
arm.  His huge jaw turns and a cold eye looks at my hand on his arm.  I
move my hands to his claws and squeeze the outside to tighten his grip on
the stick.  I move his claws with the stick to the driftwood and guide him
to pushing it back and forth in the groove.  He picks up on it quickly and
starts moving it in the proper motion immediately.  He still isn't pushing
hard enough.  I touch his shoulder.  This time he looks at me much less
menacingly and stops what he is doing to await my instruction.  I take his
claws in my hands again and press down on the stick in an exaggerated way.
He gets it and presses down hard.  He breaks the stick.  He growls in
frustration.  Another indication of intelligence, he is upset over thwarted
goals.

   I get up.  He eyes me suspiciously.  I touch the side of his jaw with my
hand and then bring it to rest on his shoulder.  I give his shoulder a
squeeze, look him straight in the eye and walk toward the opening of the
cave to find another stick.  I get to the opening and he growls a warning
as I pass the threshold.  I stop.  Having worked with animals, I know
animal language for submission.  I look back to him, meeting his gaze.  I
move directly from staring at him, which I know is a challenge, to turning
around and sticking my ass high in the air, my legs spread slightly,
literally offering him my pussy.  He grunted his permission to leave the
cave.  Once outside, my immediate reaction was to run, run my ass off.  I
realized the stupidity of this as soon as I thought of it.  The moment I
took too long out here I would have seven vicious, wild animals on my
trail. Animals intimately familiar with my scent.  A scent that I am now
aware of, having stood up.  The smell of getting fucked by seven monsters,
and it is a very, very strong scent.  I don't even know which way the fence
is.  Besides the fence is where the natives who murdered my friends are. 
Is being kept as a sex toy by a pack of dinosaurs really my best option? 
Well, right now it is.  I look for a stick in the muted moonlight.  I find
one bigger than I would have used and start dragging it to the cave.  I
find a triangular rock along the way and bring it with me.

   I re-enter the cave with the stick and the stone and he sees the stone
and growls menacingly.  I hold the stone in an open hand, showing it to him
and holding it out from my body is as nonthreatening a way as I could.  He
eyed me suspiciously as I used the rock to make a blunted end for him to
rub on the driftwood.  He calmed down as his perception of the rock changed
from weapon to tool.  His powerful muscles made a fire in no time as I
threw straw against the wood and blew and got the fire going.  As I fed it
wood and stabilized it, I stopped shivering and he was clearly more active.
We both sat by the fire eyeing each other in a new way He was less of a
monster and I was less of a cum-bucket.

   No, it looks like I spoke too soon.  As we sit there, the fire gets his
activity level moving and his cock springs to life, looking all the bigger
as it reflects in the firelight.  He reached over and picked me up like a
matchstick.  He faced me away from him and put his talons on my breasts
again as I felt his cock at the entrance to my pussy.  But instead of
pushing into me, he paused.  He picked me up again and sat me down in a
sitting position.  He sat there in front of me, his hard cock directly in
front of us and seemed to be waiting for something.  After a while of me
just sitting there he grabbed me roughly, his talons sharp against my skin.
He gave a growl while showing me all his sharp teeth.  With his talons
almost piercing my skin he pulled me up and forward so his cock was between
my legs.  He gave a harsh snort, right in my face, as he dug his talons in.
Everything about his actions and demeanor was as though he was seconds away
from impaling my pussy on his cock as he impaled the rest of me with his
talons.  Instead, he stood me there, his cock just below my pussy and
withdrew his talons.  He didn't just withdraw his talons, to the extent
that he could, with the wing-like flap of skin on his arms, he put his
claws behind his back.  He turned his head so he could look at me.  Which
he proceeded to do quizzically.  I didn't know what was going on until I
thought about it.  I wasn't dealing with pure animal.  There was clearly a
near human intelligence.  When I had offered him my pussy as a sign of
submission, he clearly took it in the literal sense too.  It was evident
that I didn't want to learn the penalty for cock teasing a raptor.

   I don't care if I am fucking a reptile.  If he's going to train me to be
his sex toy, I'm going to train him to respond to me.  I back up, drop to
my knees and start licking the head of his cock.  I hear the other raptors
stirring as they warm.  I take his cock in my mouth and in a mighty push,
take damn near half of it down my throat.  I come off his cock and then
press down again, taking more this time.  I stay there, his cock buried in
my throat, for as long as I possibly could.  Then I rose up off his cock
and looked him in the eye.  I looked over to the stirring group, took hold
of his cock, then shook my head.  He got it and looked to the rest of them
and growled a warning.  He then brought a claw from behind him and
encouraged me back onto his cock with a talon.  I took him into my mouth
again, but as he tried to pull back his talon, I grabbed hold of it and
held on.  I moved him so the back of the curved talon was between my legs.
While I sucked him, I rubbed my pussy on the back of his talon.  I was
doing everything I could to make a connection, any connection... 
something, anything to make me lubricate in the slightest.  If I can
fanaticize anything, anything at all but what is really happening, what's
going to happen in a minute or so isn't going to hurt, nearly as much.  He
is a faster learner than many of my boyfriends and starts rubbing me on his
own.  He has an amazing light touch when you consider what he is rubbing me
with.  Now it's time to mate with him.  Make him think 'bring food' instead
of 'food'.  Make him want me to himself.  Do I want to make a raptor my
lover?  No never!  Is it a lot better than being a cum-bucket for all of
them?  You Bet!

   After a few more strokes in my mouth, I lifted off him and squatted down
over his cock.  I made a big deal about rubbing the head of his cock
against my clit and then eased down on him, the best I could, considering
his size.  Once I had three quarters of him in me, he stood up.  Having a
tail that was longer than I am tall and is bigger around at the base than
my hips, there is no way he can 'sit down'.  He took a claw and drew his
tail up under him and squatted down.  He tipped his hips as he settled down
and my body weight pushed more of him into me.  I screamed as his cock
slammed into my cervix.  There was no way I could take him all.  I put my
hands on his thighs to stop him and he became still.  If he is nearly as
intelligent as he appears, he has to know that every fuck is a constant
effort not to kill me.  I think he wants to keep me around and my scream
scared him.  He completely backed off and let me take the lead.  I grab
hold of his chest and with my knees gaining purchase either side of his
tail, in a squatting position, I try to control the depth of his 18" of
cock so it doesn't kill me.  Now, using every trick I have ever learned in
five years of constant fucking, I fuck him like my life depends on it.  It
probably does.  He cums deep in my pussy and the force lifts me off his
cock slightly as his flood of cum explodes out of my pussy around his cock.
I allow my body weight, in combination with his shrinking erection to slide
my pussy down to the base, and take in his entire cock.  I press my tits,
and cheek against his cold, scaly chest and let my hands freely roam his
upper body.  I don't think he gets a lot of cuddling.  He seems to like it,
a lot.  He crosses his chest with his arms, completely enveloping me in his
wing-like folds.  Cock still buried in my pussy and making every effort to
keep it there, he lays by the fire, warming the flesh around me.  Strangest
of all, as his blood warms, I feel his cock warm inside of me.

   My mind strangely flashes on the idea that I completely understand for
the first time why my species rules the Earth.  It's not because I have
tamed the savage beast with my pussy, I know I am far from out of the woods
with his seven buddies.  Not because I will eventually devise an escape. 
But because less than eight hours after being gang raped by a pack of
savage reptiles, I have adapted so well that I am able to fall asleep in
the 'arms' of one, his cock buried in me.  In less than half a day I've
moved from being tortured with talons to freely fucking.  It's really kind
of disgusting.  In just a few hours I've learned how to fuck a monster to
save my sorry ass.  I'm embarrassed that I'm not more embarrassed.  There
has to be some whoredom hall of fame for what I'm doing.  I settle in on
his cock and fall asleep.

   I wake in the morning alone in the straw.  Some things are cross
species. The fire has been fed during the night and is burning well.  My
lover is nowhere to be found.  His buddies however, are up and very active.
They are looking at me hungrily in every sense of the word.  I don't feel
so well.  I can tell I'm running a fever and all my cuts are swollen under
the skin and my torn tit is oozing pus.  I knew a scratch in my pussy or
bowels would kill me.  These creatures are so foul that every place they
broke the skin is horribly infected.  I haven't so much as some vitamin C.
I'm despondent.  I sold my soul and fucked a monster and I'm not even going
to make it.  One of the raptors hit the bottom of my wounded tit to see it
bounce.  I scream for the leader.  "Dick" I cried.  After our introduction,
what could I call him but "Dick"?  Dick returns and flings my tormentor
against the wall of the cave, while roaring a ferocious roar.  He looks at
me, his eye twisting for a closer focus.  He is holding a saucepan in his
claw.  Where the fuck did he get a saucepan?  He throws it at my feet and
tosses his head to indicate I should follow him.  I tilt my head and get a
pained look to show my illness.  He isn't impressed.  A talon moves behind
me and presses against my ass.  I grab the pan and follow him.  We don't go
far when we get to a spring.  He can carry the pan with his claw.  But not
with water in it.  He wants a pan of water for some reason.  I use the pan
to drink from and then carry it, filled with water, to the cave.  Dick
gestures and makes me understand that he wants the pan on the fire.  Dick
has some need of hot water.  'As the water begins to boil, he is grunting
and growling with the others.  They seem very excited.  There seems to be
some sort of negotiation going on.  There is definite give and take and
some sort of agreement is struck.  They all descend on me.  If I weren't
all sick and weak I would let them kill me as I tried to escape.  As they
encircle me, I assume Dick got talked into one last gang rape while I'm
still alive and warm.  Incredibly, they manage to grab my hands and feet
without stabbing me with their talons.  They are amazingly strong and
besides just holding me fast, it feels like they are going to tear me
apart. I can't move a muscle except my head.  I watch incredulously as Dick
sticks a talon into the boiling water.  He leaves it there until he roars
with the pain.  He moves to where I am being held.  Looking me in the eye
he presses his hot talon into the swollen wounds on my hips one at a time.
Returning his talon to the water he roars again and turns around.  In one
swift motion he slashes open the barely closed wound on my tit.  Then he
punctured the cut in my other tit.  As I lay there screaming, He turned. 
With both claws working with every bit of dexterity he could muster,
without thumbs, I watched in horror as he poured boiling water on my hips
and breasts.

   I don't know how long it was before I came to.  It was just dick and me.
The pan had fresh cold water in it and there was some sort of meat laying
beside it on a rock.  It was ripped off whatever animal it had come from
and was unrecognizable.  I hadn't eaten since too few bird eggs on the
other island.  How long ago was that?  A week?  I felt weaker than I was,
but my fever had broken.  My tits and hips were totally on fire.  The skin
was peeling and that made it at least a second degree scald.  My hip wounds
were no longer swollen and where the pus had been was a thin scab.  Dr,
Dick had read his Pasteur.  Pretty good for a guy way too in touch with his
reptile brain and no thumbs.  I'm probably going to live.  I wonder which
of us he did the bigger favor.  But he keeps bringing me meat and water.  I
know his balance isn't based in a way that can carry water and he still
doesn't have thumbs.  That he gets the little bit in the bottom of the pan
here at all is impressive.  The fire is constantly tended.  I haven't seen
'the boys' since they held me down for him, nearly a week ago.  What did
they get in that bargain?

   You don't realize how effective medicine is until you have a burn and
not so much as an aspirin.  It is fully a week before it settles down to a
point where I can sleep through the night.  Whenever I awake crying, he is
at my side being totally attentive.  So when he starts acting like a
neglected boyfriend, I get it.  He may be a reptile with a mutant cock.  He
may be a deadly monster.  But I already decided I'd rather be girlfriend
than lunch.  Is fucking him four times really worse than three?  Besides,
now not only did he keep his buddies from eating me, not to mention keeping
them off my back, quite literally.  But now, he has actually nursed me back
to health.  I actually have some caring for him.  But I have caring for a
whole lot of real people and I don't fuck all of them and they are my
species.  I go to sleep contemplating giving him a blow job.  But no, not
only is it weird and stomach churning, it is painful.  Like having him in
my ass or pussy isn't painful.  I drift off, wondering what I'm going to do
to placate him.  Well, it's not like I don't know what I have to do.  I am
wondering how and when to do it.

   I am almost awake.  I am in that place where dreams and the real world
have equal footing.  I am sure it has all been a bad dream and it is
somehow finally over.  Someone has a warm tongue on my clit.  That I have
no idea who it is, is not important.  In my dream space it is enough that
it is human.  If they have the time to eat me, I'm clearly saved.  I cum. I
cum a hard, my-life-is-saved cum.  The tongue backs off just right, then
comes on again.  I cum again.  This time, so hard I am jolted more awake.
Who is deliciously eating me and driving my clit crazy?  I open my eyes and
Dick has one of the forks of his tongue in my pussy.  I open my eyes and
scream.  Dick looks into my eye and puts his tongue against my clit again.
This time I cum while looking into his eye.

   I know what I'm going to do.  I look at Dick and realize there is no way
I can do this on top.  I cast it all to the wind.  I get up and stroke his
cock a few times so he knows I'm onboard.  I further reinforce that by
kissing the tip.  I take him by the shoulders, and make him kneel down. 
They don't have kneecaps and aren't comfortable on their knees, but we have
established enough trust that he let me position him.  I make him lean
forward.  The length of his jaw was such that he didn't have to lean very
far.  He let me move him however I wanted.  Once I was happy with his
position, I lay on my back and slid underneath him.  I took the head of his
cock in my mouth and it didn't take him long to get his tongue into my
pussy.  This has to be his very first 69.  God knows it's my first with a
dinosaur.  My fears about being on the bottom are realized as he gets
'frisky' and there's nothing I can do to keep him from pushing all eighteen
inches of thick cock down my throat.  I'm sure I'm going to choke.  His
tongue makes me cum again and again.  My throat completely opens in my
ecstasy and I welcome his cock as he fucks my throat.  It's my only body
cavity that can take all of him rock hard.  He fucks my mouth like it was a
dinosaur pussy while I cum and cum.  He explodes at the very entrance to my
stomach and I can feel the pressure in my guts as he explodes cum in me
again.  He pulls out of my throat and moves off me.  I get on my knees and
bring up what has to be a pint of cum.  I'm still there retching when he
enters me from behind.  He begins to fuck me, being carful not to hammer my
cervix.  I decide if I'm going to actively fuck a giant cock, I'm really
going to fuck it.  I reach behind me with both hands and grab his claws.  I
bring them around in front of me and take a talon from each claw and put
them in my mouth and bite down.  Using his talons as a counterpoint I push
back hard as he begins a stroke and slammed my cervix into the head of his
cock.  I scream out in pain around his talons while wiggling my ass to take
him deeper.  I had figured he would get the idea and fuck me harder but he
was way ahead of me.  With me pinioned between his claws and cock.  He
picked me up with his cock and brought me up to an upright position, his
cock pumping under me.  He draws his tail under us again and allows my body
weight to settle me down on him again

   He starts pumping under me in a marathon, relentless fuck.  The longer
he fucked me, the more my pussy stretched and the more my body worked its
way down his cock.  After more than fifteen minutes of non-stop fucking,
his entire rock hard cock is completely buried in my pussy.  I can't
believe I have stretched around the whole thing.  Every stroke is sends a
cramp through my cervix but now, each one is bottoming out on my clit.  He
starts moving me faster on his cock with his strong arms while I cling to
his talons.  After all the times he has fucked me, I am, at last, cuming
for the first time around his cock.  I feel like he is in the back of my
throat as he pulls me down hard and I feel a fire hose let go in my pussy.
More cum shoots out of my pussy, around his cock.  I am screaming, he is
roaring.  We have had a mutual orgasm.

   I am not even slightly deterred from finding a way out of this horrible
place but I know I have a much better shot making it out as Dick's mate
than as the pack's sex kitten.  While he leaves some things to be desired
in the hygiene and conversation department, I have to admit, I've had worse
boyfriends.  Another few days go by.  I am recovered from my burns and have
put 'a woman's touch' on the cave.  While there will never come a time when
I look at Dick and see anything but a monster from my worst nightmare, I
have to admit, I don't look upon sex with him as a terrifying chore,
anymore.  We fuck somewhat regularly.  He hunts and brings me food and I do
the things around the cave that require thumbs.

   It had been nearly two weeks since I had seen the boys, but one morning,
before Dick goes out hunting, they are at the doorstep.  There is a lot of
snorting, growling and roaring.  Dick comes to me, head hanging.  He meekly
holds out a claw to me.  I take hold of a talon.  He leads me to the cave
opening where the other seven are waiting.  I don't have to be told
anything, as I see they all are sporting hard-ons.  I can hardly get upset
with Dick.  I sold my pussy to him for my life, he has now just done the
same with them.  He bought their help saving my life with a free for all on
my pussy, along with my ass and mouth, I'm sure.  I've been double teamed
by these guys before.

   I cry out as one of them snatches me up.  Dick lays a talon on the
healing gash on my tit.  He snarls viciously.  I assume he is warning them
off scratching me.  They carry me off.  Dick's head is still hanging, He
looks like if his species cried, he would.  He stood there at the entrance
to the cave watching as they carried me out of sight.

   Dick and I had domesticated each other to the point that I had
completely disconnected from the fact that I was among wild creatures.  Not
so with the rest of them.  From the moment they got me to their lair, I was
constantly reminded that they were monsters, with monstrous cocks and
monstrous appetites.  Seconds after we got here, I was filed with pink
headed, black cock at both ends.  That was my reality, getting fucked me
two at a time, non-stop, for two days and nights.  There were six of them
and only one of me.  They got some sleep, I didn't.  My pussy was stretched
and aching, my ass wouldn't completely close and I couldn't move my jaw. 
They shot cum into me, a pint at a time and it dripped from every part of
me from minutes after I got there forward.  They displayed none of the
human qualities Dick had.  They fucked me like the monstrous animals they
were.  As they bared their teeth and pointed their razor talons at me, it
was clear that only the most horrible threat was preventing them from
tearing me open and eating me.  As it was, they penetrated my ass with
their talons, knowing if I resisted in any way, and was scratched, I would
die.  They discovered on their own what I had showed Dick, that my throat
was the only place that could accommodate their giant cocks to the hilt. 
From the moment they discovered this hours after bringing me here, I had a
giant cock dump a huge cum in my stomach every half hour for two days
running.  They didn't feed me, but my stomach was filled with their cum at
all times.  I don't think they ate either.  They knew they had me for a
limited time and weren't going to waste a minute.

   Finally, on the afternoon of the third day, Dick came by to complain. 
One of them had his cock up my ass at the time and he pushed hard, making
me scream.  As I opened my mouth in a great scream, one of the others
pushed into my mouth.  I was somehow embarrassed to have Dick see me like
this.  He clearly felt the same way.  He went ape shit and started knocking
them around.  He charged back to me and slammed the creature in my mouth
against the wall of the cave.  He moved on the one in my ass, who put a
talon to my neck.  He held it to my jugular as he continued to move in my
bowels until he grunted and came deep up in me.  He was being very in
Dick's face about it, making Dick watch him cum in my bowels.

   After cuming in me, he kept a talon on my neck and led me, to the
entrance to the cave while backing Dick off.  Stopping at the entrance, he
threw me at Dick's feet.  I hadn't even hit the ground when Dick leapt
forward.  I had attached so many human attributes to Dick, Including now,
jealousy, that I was horrified as Dick was upon him in a second, leading
with his massive jaw.  He tore his cock off his body with one bite.  The
raptor screamed and Dick came back to me and presented the other raptor's
cock to my feet.  I guess I should have been appreciative, but I freaked. I
realized I was looking at a disembodied cock that had cum in me less than
thirty seconds ago.  The cum from this cock was still dripping down my leg,
I lost it.  I backed away from the cock, crying.  I was hysterical.  Dick
carried me back to our cave and put me on the straw in front of the fire. I
couldn't stop crying.  I hated these fucking raptors, especially when they
wouldn't stop fucking me.  Dick tried to put a claw on my shoulder and I
backhanded him across the jaw.  Realizing I had just sexually rebuffed a
monster who I should be showing my ass to, not to mention, I had just
smacked a killer, I started crying harder.  I curled into a ball, unable to
stop crying.  Dick backed off as I cried myself to sleep.

   I woke up the next morning in the middle of a bouquet.  It looked like
Dick had cleared an entire field of flowers and put them in my cave.  It
wasn't as though it was really Dick's fault.  He did what he had to do to
save my ass.  The exact same thing I had done.  I had submitted my pussy to
all of them to save my hide.  Dick had only done the same thing in my name.
At the same time, I had spent sixty straight hours being unrelentingly
pounded with strange pink and black cocks.  This was way beyond beginning
to get to me.  It was completely over the top.  I didn't want to fuck one
of those cold reptilian cocks ever again, as long as I lived.  Even if it
meant I would live less long.  That was hardly good news to Dick, who
beyond just being horny, was becoming more human-like all the time.  He
walked the cave on eggshells and played the part of the spurned lover to a
'T'.  He was frighteningly human.

   Another week passed.  Dick was bringing me every kind of food he could
kill.  He kept the flowers fresh (all the more impressive without thumbs).
In spite of, or maybe because of, the fact that we were on the outs, I had
more freedom than ever.  He had quit following me everywhere a long time
ago.  After all, where was I going to go?  Was I going back to the natives
who murdered my friends?  Was I swimming to Australia?  Besides, I couldn't
hunt and he knew it.  I had to give Dick credit, if he had wanted to fuck
with me, or even if he just wanted to fuck me, there wasn't much I was
going to do about it.  Dick could clearly rape me anytime he wanted to. 
After all, he had done it several times before.  He wasn't stupid either.
He knew he could end all this.  All he had to do was either stop feeding
me, or just grab me and stick his cock in somewhere.  I had already
demonstrated what a whore I am.  He has to know if he stopped feeding me,
I'd be feeding on that other worldly black cock within a week.

   But Dick was now a suitor, not a rapist.  As much as Dick wanted to fuck
me, he wanted me to fuck him a lot more.  He seemed so miserable that I was
almost ready to do it.  But my three day raptor gang rape was far too fresh
in my mind to get anywhere near one of those strange cocks again.  It
wasn't even so much species based.  If Dick had been human and came from a
family of men with huge cocks and six of his brothers had raped me for
three days, I don't think I would be very much up for sex with him
afterward.  That he and his 'brothers' were vicious reptiles just put it
over the edge.

   I had been on the island for nearly a month.  After being hammered
non-stop by six of those incredible cocks for three days, I hadn't fucked
anyone or anything in over a week.  Dick had been keeping flowers in the
cave and providing food as though I were still acting like his mate.  I
hadn't so much as looked him in the eye since he rescued me from the other
raptor cave.  Much as I understood, much as I would have made the same
decision in his place, much as I totally intellectually grasped everything,
My 'man' had turned me over to be gang raped by monsters.  My mind
understood, but my heart could not forgive the betrayal.  How could he know
how awful it had been to be at the sexual mercy of savage reptiles?  He was
a savage reptile.  He was even a savage reptile who has had me at his
sexual mercy.

   I woke up one morning and Dick wasn't in his corner.  I hadn't let him
sleep next to me since the gang rape.  He often woke before me to go
hunting.  I became more aware of the march of time, as I was having my
period for the first time since getting here.  Did this mean I had been
here a month?  I had been shipwrecked, watched my lover and his stepmother
brutally murdered in front of me, and repeatedly gang raped by reptiles, I
certainly couldn't expect that I was regular.  Somewhere between the
hormones and my situation, I let it all get to me, and once I started
crying, I couldn't quit.  Dick came home from hunting with some meat for me
and found me in a ball, crying hysterically.  He was so sweet.  He passed
by me and fed the fire.  Only after warming his body to match my body
temperature, did he offer his arms to me.  I was so starved for anything
beyond myself.  I let him wrap his arms/wings around me.  As I settled into
his arms and nestled against his scaly body, I remember being impressed
with how genuine his caring for me was.  The way we were nestled, I could
feel his cock resting in the crack of my ass.  This meant he felt his cock
in the crack of the ass of the mate who hadn't fucked him in a week.  He
rocked me gently as I cried myself to sleep, his cock never stiffened once.
I never had a cock that didn't harden against my bare ass, ever.  All the
others had been human.

   I woke the next morning alone again.  Dick was out hunting or something
and I lay in the straw, covered in blood from my pussy to my knees.  Why is
there never a Tampax when you need one?.  I left the cave for the first
time in days.  Dick brought me everything I needed and in my depression I
hadn't been out of the cave except to use the shit pit in a while.  I badly
needed to wash up at the spring.  I was a mess.  Besides, as human as he
acted, I knew as far as Dick's reptile brain was concerned, I was 'in
heat'. Aside from our 'relationship problems' I'm sure the smell of my
menses was all the more difficult for him.  My heart was beginning to melt.
He had been an absolute prince, but I still couldn't bring myself to allow
another reptile cock in me.  My stomach churned whenever I remembered that
I had ever willingly done it.  Human-like cocks or not, I am through
fucking lizards.  I swear, if I ever get out of here, I'll never be able to
fuck a really well hung guy without being reminded of being at the sexual
mercy of hung-like-horses raptors.  It's gonna be pencil dicked guys for me
for a long time.  I never want anything but food to ever be as far in my
throat as these cocks have been.

   I was sitting on a rock by the spring, washing my pussy, when one of the
other raptors appeared.  I was a little nervous, but considering my
boyfriend had ripped the cock off the living body of the last raptor to
fuck with me, I probably wasn't as scared as I should have been.  At the
same time, anyone one who has seen Jurassic Park can't be totally
comfortable around them.  Add being gang raped by a pack of them, and I
wasn't comfortable at all.  Where was Dick?  I realized I had no idea of
how big his hunting range was.  He could be miles away.  Are these guys
intelligent enough to be deterred by a concept of eventual punishment?  I
continue to wash as he approaches the spring.  He takes a drink.  He had
been sniffing the air and I was pretty sure he smelled my bleeding pussy.
Though I had been trying hard not to foul my drinking water, I must have
had some blood on my hands when I scooped out more water, because the
raptor took his drink and began acting very agitated.  I saw his cock
spring to life and started beating a hasty retreat back to my cave.

   Whatever his brain development and resulting fear of reprisal might have
been, a taste of my menses was too much for him.  I was barely steps from
the spring when he was on me.  He was so intoxicated with my blood that he
didn't even take me back to his lair.  He jumped on my back and knocked me
to the ground.  Before I could think about getting up, he was in me from
behind.  As his huge cock pushed into me I was struck by how cold their
cocks really are.  Dick had always taken care to warm himself for me.  Even
my last gang rape had been in a relatively warm cave, I had forgotten what
it was like to be fucked by a stone cold cock.  He was all the wild animal
I had come to expect.  No fear, no humanity, no care not to kill me.  If he
weren't one of the smaller ones, I have no doubt he would have ripped me
open.  It was as though he couldn't fuck me hard enough.  There was no
restraint at all.  He pumped his pint of cum in me, and his talons pierced
my tits as he roared his cum.

   Having cum, he went running off.  I looked at the punctures on my
breasts.  I dragged myself up and got the saucepan from the cave.  I boiled
water and poured the burning, scalding liquid onto my wounds, making me
scream at the top of my lungs.  I had burned out the infection.  I washed
the cum out of my pussy with as hot water as I could stand, then lay on my
straw crying.  Dick didn't come home until later.  He was used to finding
me crying so he didn't react strongly.  Because I had allowed him to
snuggle me the night before, he was bold enough to come, intending to hold
me, after warming himself by the fire.  He knew only too well my strong
preference for warm-blooded lovers.  He had barely touched me when he saw
the fresh wounds/scalds on my breasts.  Then looked down to see the
reddened skin around my pussy, where I had washed.  He looked at me and
gave a surprised grunt and gestured toward the other raptor cave.  I just
cried harder.  He went so ape shit I was scared.  Ironically it was the
reaction I had needed from him before he turned me over to them a week ago.
If he wanted me to act the part of his mate, he can't give my pussy away!
If you absolutely have to promise my pussy to save my life, then you have
to renege on the deal.  You fuck over your business associates, not your
woman.  Completely aside from my determination to never fuck reptile cock
again, if he wanted me to show any affection at all, ever again in his
life, he was going to have to protect his mate a lot better.  My one
orgasmic connection with him was far outweighed by the memories of
disgusting and painful gang rape.  Not just by his buddies, but even him.
Thus far my experience with raptor cocks was only 1 positive and more than
200 negative.  As the realization that, in just one short month, these
monsters have fucked me over two hundred times, I throw up violently and
dissolve back into tears.

   Dick went further ape shit.  He knows he has been further cock-blocked.
He is alternately growling, pacing and holding me.  He is clearly furious
to learn that I have been filled with raptor cock once again and it wasn't
his.  As I straighten up and wipe my mouth, I realize he is assuming my
vomiting means I was mouth raped.  He is beside himself as he heads for the
cave opening.  I look up from the straw.  "Dick!" I cried, addressing him
by the name I had given him, for the first time.  He stopped and turned to
look at me.  I could tell that he knew it was his name and not just another
word.  I got up and ran to him.  I pressed my body to his, stroking his
chest.  I pulled back and looked at his long reptilian head.  It was always
this grotesque vision that kept us apart.  I had only been able to fuck him
once with my eyes open.  But as he prepared to defend my 'honor', I stroked
his jaw and the frill on his head.  I looked him straight in the eye and
said, "Be careful Dick.  I'm lost here without you." With that, I kissed
him for the first time.  I kissed his snout just under a nostril to leave
my scent with him.  Looking me in the eye, he very gently brushed my hair
out of my face with a talon, dragging a razor sharp tip across my forehead
without so much as a scratch.  Then he brought it around to gently brush my
cheek.  I hugged him tightly and for reasons I can't begin to explain, I
gave his cock a little squeeze.

   If I hadn't known the dangers he was facing, it would have been comical.
As I released his cock from my hand, he gave out a 'mighty roar' and left
the cave.  The other raptor's cave was about a quarter of a mile or more
from us.  There was a windstorm with enough background noise that I
couldn't hear anything.  Time passed.  I started coming to grips with the
fact that though he was bigger, Dick was outnumbered five to one.  What if
they killed him and I have to spend my days as the sex toy of a pack of
decidedly non-human raptors?  The only positive thing that can come of that
is knowing their complete lack of any restraint means they will kill me
within a week.  Shit, I realize that I am telling myself that the best
outcome of my mate being killed is that I'll be fucked to death within a
week.  I look around.  I see the trusty fire starting stick.  I sharpen the
end with the wedge shaped rock and put it in my lap.  Pointed at my gut. 
If anything other than Dick comes through that doorway I'm not going to
give them the satisfaction.  I sit there wondering why I have made Dick an
exception.

   It is Dick who returns, covered in blood.  A quick inspection shows that
a fair amount of it is his.  It is my turn to nurse him.  My tits still
burn like hell.  I hadn't realized just how much until I was close to the
fire boiling water to clean Dick's wounds.  As he lay in my usual place in
the straw, he discovered my sharpened stick.  He took it and pantomimed me
using it as a weapon for defense.  I shook my head, "No!" He took a talon
and touched the pointed end of the stick then touched his talon directly
above my heart.  Damn, He knows where my heart is.  I nodded to let him
know that I was ready to kill myself without him.  He allowed his heavy
head to drop.  He lay there, trying to be stoic, while I cleaned his wounds
as he had mine, with boiling water.  It was my turn to cradle him through
the night, and I did.

   I didn't make it out of the cave beyond the spring for a couple of days.
I had been feverish and fighting off an infection from my newest wounds.  I
never let Dick know how sick I was, he was much worse off than I.  If
nothing else, he had known what to do to heal me, I didn't have a clue, for
him.  That wasn't completely true.  I found a particularly bad gash on his
back that was festering.  I recleaned it.  There was nothing to do but pull
pus out with my fingers and pour in scalding water as he tried not to cry
out.  Men are men.  Days passed and Dick was still very sick.  I realized
that neither of us had eaten in days.  It wasn't like I was prepared to
hunt...  Then I realized that I was pretty sure where there was food for
Dick.  My stomach couldn't handle it, but If Dick got fed, I got fed.  It
wasn't like I didn't genuinely care about him, but I really had to try hard
to talk myself into the task ahead.  At best, it was going to be stomach
wrenching and hard physical work.  At worst it was going to be another
horrible rape, ending in death.  But I wasn't sure how much longer Dick
could go without food, especially in his present condition.  I cradled him
as he shook through the night and my resolve to help him solidified.

   Morning came.  It was just my luck.  A storm had blown in and it started
raining.  It was still pretty warm and I set out to the other cave. 
Considering Dick's mood when he left for their lair, I was hoping be
encountering a pile of steaks.  Rotting steaks for sure, but that won't
bother Dick, after all, I've smelled his breath.  On the other hand, what
if he didn't kill them all?  What if one of them had been out hunting? 
What if I am walking into the home of one really pissed off, or even pissed
off and horny raptor?  I crept up to the entrance, happy for the cover
noise, and the smell dampening power of the rain.  I peered inside.  The
entrance was littered with fresh, denuded bones and blood, even in the
rain. It was clear that the word was out.  There was free meat here. 
Something was moving.  I could only pray it was some scavenger.  Why was
that any better?  Anything that could eat these raptors was going to make
short work of me.  Well, at least I could hope he didn't fuck me first. 
But no, I could see him better now.  It was a raptor.  He didn't look to be
doing very well, himself.  He was limping badly and couldn't seem to use
one arm.  I looked around me and saw both a large rock and a club-like
branch lying near me.  I picked up both and crept into the cave with all
the stealth I could muster.

   I don't doubt that it was my pussy that gave me away.  As I crept up
silently, I know he smelled me.  Between my sex life here, my period, and
the lack of showers and soap, god knows, I can smell me.  But it was too
late.  I was aiming at his head when he stood up and turned around.  The
rock caught him mid chest and knocked him backwards.  Even as he fell, his
muscular leg, with the hooked claw, shot out at my belly.  Between his fall
and my distance, he wasn't even close.  I swung the branch with all my
might.  I heard it break.  No, the branch is intact.  I look and see that
it is his leg that is broken.  I recognize him as the one who raped me at
the spring.  I know he is meaner, stronger and more resilient than I am and
if he recoups in the slightest, I am dead.  The slightest pressure with his
razor talons will rip right through me.  My survival instinct tells me I
should smash him over the head, but I was too pissed.  This bastard had
raped me repeatedly, and tried to kill my mate.  Now, I couldn't resist my
vengeance, even if it is at the risk of my life.  What the fuck.  What
life?

   With tremendous satisfaction as our gaze met, I swung the branch between
his legs.  Having been forced to suck them and having had them crash into
my neck and ass, I knew exactly where his balls were.  I know that raptors
don't have the muscles to move their 'faces' like we do.  But still, you
should have seen the look on his face.  He let out a roar that was the
universal, cross species, scream of "My Balls!" With his mouth wide open,
screaming, I swung on his lower jaw.  I heard the crack and saw his lower
jaw off to the side.  I pressed my advantage and started beating his head.
I'm so happy he knew he had died at the hand of the puny human bitch.  Not
just that, but she had risked her life to kick him in the balls first.  I
don't know what it did for his experience, but it made mine...  Fuck with
me, motherfucker.

   The next hour was pretty awful.  I don't think I've ever barfed so much
in my life.  Since he was 'fresh' I knew he was food for me too, so I found
some small stones to use as tools and gutted him.  I cut his cock and balls
off with the guts.  I've already got too many of these at home.  I tried to
drag him out but he was too heavy.  I cut off his head and his tail with
rocks.  It was the first time I was happy I hadn't eaten for days.  I was
dry heaving, not much mess, other than this motherfucker.  I removed his
arms cutting through the wing-like folds.  He is now light enough to drag.
I have no idea what kind of wildlife is out there.  Something ate the meat
off the bones at the entrance.  Am I going to be able to defend my kill? 
I've never been faced with this aspect of 'shopping' before.

   What's left of the raptor still weighs more than I do.  It is a bitch
dragging him all the way home.  At least nothing attacks me and the rain
lubricates the ground.  Passing the spring, I even clean him up a little.
I'm still a little feverish, I haven't eaten in days and I just dragged
this thing over a quarter of a mile.  I've had a big day.  Enjoying the
death of one of those who raped me, repeatedly, was only one thing on my
list of firsts today.  As I grunted, pulling him in the cave, Dick rolled
over and looked.  If he hadn't been in love with me before, he was now.  He
struggled up, took the carcass, gave it a smell and stared at me.  He knew
it was fresh.  He knew I had killed him.  He was clearly impressed.  He
very carefully ripped suitably sized steaks off the carcass, the tender
meat from the ribs for me to cook for myself.  He waited for me to cook my
meal before tearing into the carcass.  As utterly weird as it is, we have a
relationship.  We're mates in every sense of the word.  Not sex, not
paternal.  But we can rely on each other.  We have each other's backs and
we know it.

   I am amazed as I look at the savage dinosaur ripping pieces of raw meat
off one of his own kind, blood dripping from his snout, and realize that
the last chapter of our sex life has yet to be written.  I have no specific
intention of initiating anything, but I know if he wants me...  Who am I
trying to kid?  He always wants me.  He gives me a 'look'.  How does he
know?  Does my pussy smell that strongly?  Whether it was sight, sense or
smell, He is all over me.  I scold him telling him he needs to save his
strength.  I hold my ground but we go to sleep with my hand on his cock and
his tongue occasionally lapping my clit.  God, am I easy, even if you're a
reptile.

   I wake up alone.  He is either out on a hunt or around the corner
pretending so I believe he is strong enough to fuck.  I know what is going
to happen when he gets home and I'm not repelled, not even close.  I make
my own preparations.  I remember some lost knowledge in the back of my head
about making soap from fireplace ashes.  It is caustic and stinky, but it
does remove dirt.  There is a natural pool in the cave, but it lacks water.
I build a huge fire in the stone to warm it.  Once warm, I wash the ashes
out and start filling it with boiling water.  I'm betting Dick has never
had a hot tub.  I cook rocks on the fire and throw them into the pool to
keep it hot.  I take left over meat from last night and find the roots and
other plants I have seen him eat.  When he gets home, I have 'dinner on the
table'.  He has brought me some fresh meat and again waits for me to cook
mine before he starts eating.  He is clearly touched by my preparing a meal
for him.  He does everything but compliment me on my cooking.

   We finish dinner and he is eyeing me hungrily.  I get up from sitting
cross-legged in front of him, and lead him over to where I made the soap.
He doesn't know soap, but he does know cleaning.  He sits passively and
lets me wash him, paying particular attention to his talons.  I wash his
cock last, knowing where my doing so is going to lead.  As I take hold of
him and gently wash his balls, he starts getting hard.  He turns to go over
to the fire to warm his blood for me and I grab his cock to stop him.  I
pull him by his cock into the pool of hot water.  He is freaked at first.
He has never been submerged in hot water before in his life.  Beyond
comfortable, he is quickly energized by the heat.  He also realizes he has
instantly become acceptable fucking temperature.  We lay back in the water
across from each other.  I was wishing for bubbles.  It made me miss my old
life.  Even though he was completely across the pool, I felt something
between my legs.  He was tickling my pussy with his tail.  Another first.

   He moves towards me, his long snout just above the water.  Not visible
to me, his long forked tongue starts moving in my pussy.  He rubs it across
my clit in an expert way and then pushes the other fork into my ass.  I go
crazy.  He is working one fork of his tongue on my clit and the other is
wiggling in my ass.  Who needs opposable thumbs?.  I move forward and start
licking his cock head which is so long it sticks above the water.  I get on
my hands and knees on his tail and start sucking him in earnest, plunging
down his shaft deeper with each stroke.  Because of his massive jaw and
long tongue, I feel his chin brush the upper crack of my ass while I suck
him.  He curls his tongue down and sticks it back in my ass and pussy.  I
have almost worked my way completely down his shaft when I have my first
cum.  He makes me cum a dozen times and then seemingly lays back to enjoy
his blowjob.  I continue to suck him.  As I move on his cock I feel a
pressure at the back of my head.  He is pushing my mouth down his cock with
his tail.  I suck him a while, but since I can't get off on who/what I am
making love with, I need constant stimulation.

   Realizing I have a virtual superman for a lover, I decide to take
advantage.  I get him to hang me by my legs, claws around my ankles.  At my
instruction, he puts his heavenly forked tongue between my legs again. 
With all of me, and most of him, out of the water the level goes down,
exposing all of his cock and he lowers me, mouth-first on it.  He moves me
up and down his cock.  I have him hanging me like this, knowing that
between wanting me at the base of his cock, and eventual tiring of muscles,
he will keep letting me drop deeper on him.  With that forked tongue
wiggling in both my pussy and ass, it is what we both want.  As I am
flooded with orgasm after orgasm, I reach the base of his cock and he cums
deep in my belly.  He pulls me up and lays me back in the pool.  I turn
over and throw up over the edge.  I'll never get used to cum like that.  He
gives me my space then comes to enter me from behind again.  I take hold of
his cock and turn over.  I playfully push him back, as the base of his tail
flips up beside me.  I make a decision.  In for a penny...  I put my hand
on his chest and have him lay back.  I jump on his chest, straddling him
with my legs.  I move down his chest until I am in a place where I can pull
his snout between my legs.  I smear his nostrils with my juices and a hint
of menstrual blood.  I pull him away from my pussy and push him back again.
With the base of his tail in the water, I push a finger in his ass.  I
start fucking his ass with my finger, swirling around and washing his ass
as well as I can in the water.  He lets me scoot him up partially out of
the water.  He has just made me cum a dozen times with his tongue up my
ass. It is time to return the favor.  I start sucking on his balls as I
rinse his asshole.  I move down, push my tongue in and start rimming him.
It is a very safe bet that this is his first time.  As he lets out a noise
somewhere between a growl and a cry, I get the feeling he really likes it.
I play with his ass for a long time, then work my way back up.  I play with
his cock head in my mouth, leaving lots of spit on the head.  I move up,
reach down with my hand and direct him to my other opening.  I cry out as
the plum of the head pops past my sphincter.  He is now in my ass for the
first time with an invitation.  He knows it is hurting me and lets me set
the pace.  It takes me close to fifteen minutes to get him all in.  I start
moving on him.  He moves his claw to my pussy.  I am moving slowly and
carefully, as his enormous cock is almost more than I can bear.  He slips a
razor sharp talon into my pussy.  As I move on his cock, I can feel the
sharp point has intruded my cervix.  It is the first time I have been
dilated as sex play.  Never mind that it is being done with a monster's
talon.  My entire body shudders as my sphincter and cervix cramp at the
same time.  God, it hurts!  But it hurts so good.  At one point he somehow
pinches my nipple with a razor sharp tooth.  Considering that his teeth
overhang his lower jaw, I still don't know how he did it.  We fuck in
increasingly dangerous ways the whole night.  We are mated once again, like
never before.

   I quit trying to keep track of time.  It's too painful.  Periods came
and went.  I've taught myself how to weave and have made a bed and made
some other household items.  Dick is a good provider and really sweet. 
He's hung like a horse, literally, with the recoil of a twelve year old. 
But, but, Well damnit, he's a goddamn dinosaur.  He stinks, he constantly
has something caught in his teeth, sometimes still moving.  He may be
lovable in a lot of ways and I don't think I've ever had a more devoted
lover, but I had thought I would start getting used to it.  Instead, I'm
not sure how much longer I can live like this.  I wish I could say I can't
bear to fuck a dinosaur anymore.  But the truth is, that if it weren't for
our sex life I think I would have thrown myself off a cliff a long time
ago. I mean it isn't like we can go to the movies, read a book or even have
a goddamn conversation.  If he didn't make me cum a dozen times every time
we fuck, I couldn't bear to look at him.  In fact, I can't look at him and
cum easily anymore.

   I really don't know how long I have been here.  I think it is somewhere
around six months.  I'm falling into a deep depression.  I have fallen into
crying jags.  I will just start crying for no reason and can't stop.  Dick
is particularly concerned because it often happens after lovemaking.  Poor
Dick.  He knows he is as much of my problem as anything and that there's
nothing he can do about it.  The best he can do is bring his temperature up
to mine and hold me.  I'd give my right tit to rub against something
without scales that generates his own heat.  I'd give them both for a
conversation.

   I was puttering around one morning, like countless others, when I could
have sworn I heard my name.  I haven't heard an English word since Michael
died, let alone my name.  I go to the entrance to the cave.  I heard it
distinctly.  A voice is calling my name.  Not just mine, but also calling
for Susan and Michael.  It has to be Stan.  Who else could be looking for
us?  I start running for the voice, It's coming from the direction of the
sea.  As I make my way, I start yelling back, "Stan!  Stan!  I'm here." I'm
delirious with the idea of escape and running headlong toward the voice. 
Just as Stan comes into view, so does Dick.  Dick sees me racing to Stan,
pulls himself to full height and roaring viciously, charges Stan.  Stan has
a rifle that he is carrying very visibly.  I can't believe that Dick
doesn't know what a rifle is, he knows so much.  Before I can decide who I
am screaming for, Stan fires, striking Dick in the chest, Dick falls, Stan
fires again.  There is no way Dick has survived.  I realize he didn't want
to.  If one of my kind found me, it was inevitable that if I didn't leave
now I would sooner or later.  He loved me and he knew he could never make
me happy.  Now with the others dead, he would have been completely alone.
Stan had done him a favor.  I reach Stan and I'm crying hysterically. 
Crying for Dick?  Sure, a little, but I'm not crazy.  My feelings for Dick
tugged at my heart, but knowing I was going home overwhelmed those feelings
completely.  If anything, I felt guilty because I was glad he was dead and
I didn't have to wonder what he did when he found me gone.  "Where are
Susan and Michael?  "Dead!" I reply "We have to get out of here," I say
looking over at my 'husband'.  "There are more of those things," I lie.  I
really don't want to show Stan my happy home.  He leads me to a little
motor boat.  We get aboard and he casts off.  It is a short ride to a much
bigger boat, bigger than our first one.  There are others aboard.  Someone
brings me a robe.  I realize for the first time that I am naked.  I haven't
worn clothes since Stan told Susan and me to put some on, months ago. 
Realizing I am naked, I come to more self-awareness and realize I must look
more like a wild animal than a woman.  I haven't washed my hair or had a
real bath in months and, well, I've been sleeping with dinosaurs.

   Stan asked again about Susan and Michael.  "Did you see them go?" "Yes!"
"Forgive me, my dear.  I'm being selfish.  We'll get a medi-vac helicopter
here immediately." "Thank you, Stan.  That won't be necessary.  I could
probably use a physical, but I'm fine, really.  Making it on that island
for months probably has me in better shape than when I got here." "I
noticed some scars..." "Can't stop looking at my tits?  Some things never
change, Stan." I said with a big smile.  "I got attacked by some of those
things.  They have razor sharp talons that carry every infectious disease
you can imagine." "How did you ever make it?" "I managed to kill one once,
with a rock and a club.  They left me alone after that." I realized that I
needed a story.  A story that would match the circumstances if anyone went
back to the island, as they were sure to do.  After all, people died.  Even
if I thought for a minute that anyone would believe that I had survived as
the sex toy of a pack of velociraptors, I wasn't ever about to admit to it.
I'd be National Enquirer fodder for the rest of my life.  "Dinosaur
fucker?" I don't think so.  "Let me get washed for the first time since I
last saw you and I'll tell you what happened." "Of course." I was shown to
a stateroom with a shower.  I never washed my pussy or ass more thoroughly.
God forbid a doctor examines me and finds dinosaur cum in me.  That's a
conversation I never, ever, ever want to have.  It's weird enough that my
scars are only on my tits and hips.  I come out of the shower.  It feels so
good to have clean hair.  I'm wrapped in a towel.  There is a knock at the
door.  It is an employee of the boat asking if I need anything.  While I'm
not shy, I'm happy it is a woman and I ask her for a douche and an enema
bag.  I really want to get clean.

   I feel I can get past a swab and come out of the bath to find some
clothes.  Clothes, how quaint.  I got back in the bathroom and apply some
make up, Weird.  I go up on deck.  There is food.  Honest to goodness food
with spices and everything.  It's heavenly.  Can it be?  A glass of wine?
Shit I'll have to take Stan aside later and hit him up for a joint.  It's
been a long time.  Stan and I talk.  He has a tape recorder and I am glad.
I don't want to have to go over this too many times.  I tell the whole
story pretty much as it happened.  Only my version is PG rated.  Stan
doesn't need to know his son had a cock in his face and a spear up his ass.
Nor will his life be any better for knowing his wife was whipped to shreds
after a prolonged gang rape.  He doesn't need to know how they died.  I
wish I didn't.  My version is that they were stabbed by long spears. 
That's all anyone needs to know.  I lived through a very King Kong-esque
adventure having been turned over to a creature by natives because of the
color of my pubes.  They don't need to know he fucked me.  After all, you
know he wanted to, but King Kong never fucked the girl.  I was the pet of a
monster.  I got attacked by one of the others, I managed to kill him, and
after that, they left me alone.  I've got the talon scars and lost weight
to prove it.  If they go to my island all they'll find is my cave.  It's
not like Dick had a pipe and slippers there.  I will never, ever, ever cop
to my life on the island.  Not to anyone, ever.

   Stan and I ended up getting married.  I always did find him hot and he
had money and most of all, I didn't have to talk about my time on the
island.  Having lost his wife and son, he wasn't big on bringing it up
either.  So why are you reading this on a porn submission site?  Where else
can I tell my story?  Besides, you don't believe it's true, and I don't
want you to.







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