I opened my eyes blearily. My face was still sticky with cum. The ground rushed along underneath me. My tits hung free, shaking as we moved. I realised I was hanging upside-down, tied to a pole which the demon-apes used to carry me, trussed up, like cavemen carrying their meal.
Their lopping pace slowed, and I craned my neck to look around. We had come to a large clearing, and apparently this was the apeman village. Crude huts, roofed with leaves from the jungle trees, were scattered around. Dozens of ape men hurried around the camp, all of them apparently male.
But there were women here. I saw them as I was carried past. They were tied to tall poles which were stuck in the ground running between their breasts, their legs wrapped around them and their ankles tied in place. Their wrists were tied to, hanging from the top of the pole and holding them off the ground. I saw two apes driving a crude bamboo dildo into one girl's ass, making her moan with lust and rub against the pole.
Then, to my surprise, my captors plunged me into a pool. I came up soaked and spluttering, drops of water running down my flesh and dripping from my hair. The cold had made my nipples go hard. Still, at least it had washed away the cum, and in the oppressive heat I'd dry quickly. The apes ignored my protests and carried on, taking me towards a large stone building in the centre of the camp. It was far more advanced than anything that the apes could build, looking like some ancient temple. Its doorway was carved to look halfway between a mouth and an entrance to a vagina. Without pausing, the apes carried me inside. |