Sacrifice for the Ape Man

An excerpt from Sacrifice for the Ape Man

Pippa lay curled in the corner, cowering in fear and cold. Her naked body was dirty and aching from sleeping the night on the straw and filth-strewn cave floor.

The ape man came to her again, his insatiable lust evident in the fearsome pole between his legs. Pippa wrapped her arms around her knees and turned away, trying desperately to dissuade him.

But he would not be denied.

The filthy, slope-headed man turned her over and raised the girl's haunches. Pippa began to weep quietly as the beast pressed against her from behind and pushed his angry red knob against the soft lips of her womanhood. She quickly spat in her hand and rubbed it between her thighs to ease the passage of the monster's thick shaft.

As the ape man penetrated her, the girl spread her legs to ease the movement further. Hot tears rolled down her precious cheeks as the grunting beast used her roughly for the third time in less than one full day. Indeed, his seed and her maiden-blood still encrusted her pale thighs from his first eager coupling.

But now, the thick tool of godless lust worked in and out of Pippa, slowly building in her a warmth in her belly. The flesh between her legs dampened and relaxed. This eased the rhythmic thrusting of his powerful thighs and lulled the girl into a thick and heady haze. Her small breasts shook back and forth, her young body arched. And softly, her weeping ceased and turned instead to whimpers, desperate whimpers that voiced her shame, her disgust...her unwilling desire. For desire it was that thrilled inside her, warming her naked flesh, urging her to press against the ape man as he made his relentless pounding.

No thoughts entered her mind—nor fears or hunger. Only naked lust.