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Karg -- Ch 8 -- I Walk The Dinosaur@END_FILE_ID.DIZ


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copyright 1995 by Pat Powers

 I don't believe I have ever seen a sight more frightening than the
expression on those girls' feral little faces as they slowly approached
me. There was a certain sullen hostility to them, a sense of "We're gonna
get ours now!" Clearly, the low women on the totem pole had finally found
one lower than themselves to play with.
 Me.
 Something about their approach so horrifed me that I began struggling
instictively against my bonds and making what noises of fear and protest I
could through the gag. Struggling and protesting had not done me an iota
of good as yet, but as it was all I could do, I did it.
 This time, maybe it did do me a little good.
 "Huntoki!" said one of the elders. All the girls froze.
 The elder came and stood beside me. Pointing at me, he said, "Wakokoi
bolloi nomesi! Wakoki bolloi nomesi!"
 Or words to that effect.
 The girls all immediately dropped to all fours, en masse, facing away
from the elder. Then they reached behind themselves and spread their
vaginal lips apart.
 "Om kor," they murmured as a group.
 "Stosh-ka," said the elder, apparently mollified.
 At this word, the girls released their vaginal lips and stood up.
 "Warroina!" cried the elder, walking away, and the girls all climbed
slowly to their feet, their heads still downcast. Then they turned to face
me, and I saw with horror that the expressions on their little faces
hadn't changed a bit.
 I started struggling and moaning again, but this time to no avail. The
warning had been given. There would be no others.
 The girls approached me. They were actually a fairly attractive lot,
physically -- they were generally healthy and strong-looking, obviously
not starved or horribly maltreated (unless you count the total domination
that men practiced in this society as a form of maltreatment). But their
little faces were what was frightening -- smooth, clean faces with dark
eyes that were deep pools of feeling, and need. And they were all directed
at me.
 But once they had me surrounded, instead of assaulting me as I expected,
they began arguing with one another. Their little voices rose and they
became very animated, shaking their fists and jumping up and down, looking
and sounding like pre-adolescent girls, rather than the sullen crowd of
teens that had approached me.
 At length, they decided on a plan, laughing and shouting at the
brilliance of it. There was a note to their glee which I did not like.
 Several of the girls departed while the rest surrounded me and began
gently stroking my skin in a manner that was really, really pleasant. They
started by stroking my back and my ass and my legs and my head, a
wonderful soothing sensation that I really needed to feel after all I had
undergone.
 Despite the certainty that this was just a prelude to some new horror, I
found myself unable to resist. I needed to be comforted too much. I
relaxed, and when after a time their hands began to stray to my breasts
and the exterior of my pussy, I did not resist -- I was too far gone in
soaking up the luxurious comfort of those marvellously deft hands.
 In retrospect, it was easy to see that my psychic defenses had been all
but stripped away from me by what I'd undergone already that day. I had
had too mach of pain and rape, I had to take comfort where I could find
it, no matter what the circumstances it was offered under, no matter how
much I distrusted the source.
 The hands that now caressed my breasts and pussy (others continued to
caress the rest of me) were clearly intent on arousing me sexually, and
they knew just how to do it. They were so gentle, and so sure. It was
almost as if they were hooked into a DNI link with me. Of course they
weren't -- they were just women like me, so they understood what aroused
me, just as they knew what aroused them. Also, I realized later, they had
all probably already spent time bound at that effigy themselves, as I was,
so they well understood the psychology of one who was (literally) in my
position.
 My nipples began to pop as clever young fingers tweaked them, my pussy
began to throb as other fingers deftly found their way into and out of the
cracks and crevices of my pussy, in ways that soon had me moaning into the
gag and moving my hips involuntarily.
 It was a moment of strange despair for me, because it underlined my utter
helplessness. These people could torment me, could rape me, then they
could sexually arouse me, with me no more than a passenger in my own body.
I who had formerly thought myself autonomous was being systematically
reduced to the status of a living doll for these adolescents. It was bad
enough to be forced into submission by the ropes that held me in place,
but to find my own body in league with those ropes was just too much.
 So I cried, even as I came at the hands of those girls, for reasons I
barely understood at the time.
 I could feel something sticky and cool being smeared on my butt a moment
later, laved deep into my pussy and up my crack. I was incurious about
what it was -- I was spent emotionally, and physically, I thought.
 Then those fiendish little hands began moving across my body again, and
because I had so recently been aroused, in no time I was back near the
peak of arousal as before, helpless before their knowledge of my body and
my emotions.
 The girls knew something I did not know at the time -- that there is
something about being bound and helpless that makes you respond more
deeply and powerfully than you do under more normal conditions. Being
spread out like that -- displayed in a position that was clearly a prelude
for sex -- made me deeply conscious of my sexuality. It made me all the
more ready to receive the probing fingers that invaded me.
 If the boys who had raped me earlier had had half the art that these
girls did, I would have been reduced to a moaning, wriggling thing at
their hands, too.
 I heard a commotion coming from somewhere ahead of me, lots of laughing
and shouting and grunting. I looked to see what it was, distracted
momentarily from the artful hands that were quickly leading me towards
another series of orgasms.
 At first I could not see what it was because the effigy blocked my view.
But soon the commotion drew up beside me, and I saw what it was. It was a
reptiloid, about five and a half feet tall, which was in some sort of
harness rig. About a dozen girls were holding onto the traces that were
attached to its body, fighting to control it. They were having a  rough
time.
 This reptiloid, like many of the reptiloids on the planet, was bipedal,
like the dinosaurs of prehistoric Earth and the thanars of Primus IV. Its
skin was covered with smooth scales in bands of gold and red that gave its
body a liquid, glowing appearance. What's more, the bands were pulsing
with color. Like some Earth reptiles, it could change colors, but the
color changes were more rapid and more intense than on Earth. Its eyes
were large and the irises were keyholes, like an Earth octopus's irises.
The eyes -- huge, green things -- were mounted on top of the skull, and
like the octopus's eyes, they could swivel about independently in a manner
that was really disturbing to see.
 Its front claws had been wrapped in many layers of a soft, pliant
material that made it look like it was wearing boxing gloves. Each of the
large, spiky claws on the end of each of its toes was similarly wrapped.
Its muzzle was also wrapped, tightly enough that it could not open its
muzzle more than a little bit -- not enough to use any of the many, many
needle-sharp teeth that filled its muzzle, but enough that its very long,
ropy, forked tongue could slide in and out of its muzzle, sampling the
air.
 Oh, yes, one other thing. It was male. Real male. A large, pink thing was
peeking out of a sheath underneath the tail. It was male, and it was
excited.
 If I had seen it in a zoo, while standing safely on the far side of a
force field, I probably would have describe it as a beautiful animal, with
its attractive, flowing colors, smooth, flowing lines and powerfully
muscled legs and torso.
 But it scared the hell out of me. Because it was staring right at me with
those keyhole eyes. Its breath was making its nostril flaps as it strained
with every muscle to get at me. The eight or nine adolescent girls who
clung to its traces were all lean, lithe kids, well muscled and well
coordinated from the outdoorsy life they led, but they were straining evey
bit of their collective bodies to keep the reptiloid in tow.
 Two girls who weren't part of the retinue being dragged along by the
reptiloid walked over to me and waved at me to get my attention, so I
looked at them as best I could with my head secured to the chair seat by
the gag straps.
 One of them pointed at me then pointed at herself. She was me. OK. The
other pointed at the reptiloid, then pointed at herself. She was the
reptiloid. OK. Then the girl who was me got down on her hands and knees,
her knees spread wide in the dirt and her head held parallel to her body,
face to the the ground, in imitation of mine.
 The girl who was the reptiloid got down on her knees behind the girl who
was me, siezed her by the waist, and began making broad, unmistakable
thrusting motions with her hips while the girl who was me made moaning
sounds and waggled her head  and hips about wildly, while the girl playing
the part of the reptiloid began making loud honking noises.
 A few moments of that was just too much for them, and they both fell to
the ground, laughing uproariously at the cleverness of their little skit.
The villagers who stood around them laughed, too.
 I felt a coldness in my heart. I had gotten the message. I knew what was
coming. And I knew there was nothing I could do about it. I moaned in
misery and started crying again. My body began a strange shivering. All my
apprehension about these girls had been with good cause.
 Two of the girls walked forward and quickly untied one of my bound knees,
then raised my leg and tied it to the arm of the chair above the seat, so
that I was even more exposed. My leg was so stiff from being bound for so
long that I could barely move it, either to resist or cooperate.
 The girls led the reptiloid up to me and then released it. I could hear
its breathing now, a deep, sonorous sound that probably came from the
enlarged sinus passages atop its muzzle. It rushed forward and stood
beside me for a moment, its tongue flickering in and out of its muzzle.
And the pink blob peeking out of its penile sheath was growing.
 The creature leaned forward with incredible ease and smoothness -- those
counterbalancing tails are handy things-- and its tongue flicked over my
back, my head and my face. I was horrified by the feel of that flickering
tongue on my skin, but I could only make mewling sounds through the gag
and move away. When I felt its tongue flickering on the side of my face
and my lips it was almost more than I could bear.
 The reptiloid abruptly rocked back into an upright posture. It stalked
past me, and I felt its scaly muzzle probing deep into my ass. I felt its
forked tongue probing my pussy. I thought I was going to pass out with the
horror of it. I could not see what was going on behind me, only feel the
coolness of its smooth scales sliding against my legs and ass. Not knowing
what was going on back there was almost worse than knowing what was back
there.
 I felt two hard things probing on either side of my hips. I knew they
were not human hands, thought that is what they felt like. They gripped me
right above the hip, as the hands of men often had when they were taking
me from the rear.
 I felt something hard probing at my pussy. I panicked and tried to move
away, but bound as I was I could only wiggle about a little. Apparently
this was a sign of female excitement to reptiloids, because I heard a honk
from behind me, and the things on my hips gripped me tighter. The probing
became more insistent, and despite my frantic writhing within the bonds,
there came a moment when things lined up and I felt that long, smooth
lizard prick slide right up my pussy.
 "Oh, god," was all I could think. "I've got a lizard dick in me. I'm
being fucked by a lizard."
 The loud, high laughter of delighted girls was all around me as the
reptiloid sent its cock sliding further and further up me.
 I began to make strange moaning sounds, sounds that welled up from the
helplessness I felt and the fear and alienation I felt. Worse still, every
bad feeling I had was fully justified. I had been tied like an animal, and
now I was being fucked by an animal, in all my helplessness. My status
among these wretched excuses for human beings could not be clearer.
 Once the reptiloid had sent its cock about as far up my pussy as it could
go ... which felt like a long, long way, it rested for a moment. I just
laid there, feeling numb, surrounding my laughing people in a circumstance
that I had never in my entire life imagined would occur to me.
 The reptiloid began the old in-and-out, gently at first, but rapidly
building to the most incredible fucking I had experienced in my life. The
reptiloid banged me so hard that I was slammed against the chair with
every one of its thrusts. I felt the straps securing my legs to the chair
straining with its thrusts, likewise the straps securing my head to the
phallus in the base of the chair.
 I am not sure how long it lasted -- long enough to make me forget about
everything but the feel of being impaled again and again and again with
thrusts that blanked out everything in my mind. There was no emotional
element to it, but it was so overwhelmingly physical that I could not help
but succumb to it, in the condition that the girls had left me in with
their artful little fingers. I have never been fucked like that before or
since, but then, I've kept to my own species, pretty much, if you don't
count the Korellians.
 (Later, I saw two small reptiloids mating and understood better what had
occurred. The female raised her tail and also raised one leg and brought
it forward, to give the male better access. That is why the girl had
retied my leg so that it was raised, to make my posture like the mating
posture of female reptiloids. Why the male reptiloid didn't notice my lack
of scales and tail, I don't know. I suspect that the substance the girls
has smeared on my ass had been the vaginal secretions of a female
reptiloid in heat, which had probably overwhelmed any other sensory data
it was getting. Anyway, the male reptiloid I'd seen mating was crouched
behind the female, and it was thrusting, not just with its hips and legs,
but with its tail. Its tail was planted firmly on the ground, giving it a
tripod base to balance on, which permitted much more powerful thrusting
than was possible to, say, a human male in a similar posture.)
 There was nothing I could do as the reptiloid fucked me, but lie there
and try not to think about England. It was less like a fucking than riding
an I-beam trolley out to a substation with the jets on full, something I'd
done as a teen for the thrill of it, often enough. There was that same
sense of being jostled and banged about by forces beyond your control. I
made a lot of noises but the phallus gag in my mouth muffled them
thoroughly. What made things worse was that I was being thrown forward so
vigorously by the reptiloid's thrusts that my head was straining painfully
against the straps that secured me to the cock gag. It wold have helped if
I could have braced myself with my hands, but the effigy's arms were
clamped about my wrists, and so they could not do much to take up the
shock of the reptiloid's vigorous thrusts.
 I lost it there, for a while. Probably it is a benevolent conspiracy
between my subconscious and my nanoset, but even my chip-assisted memory,
normally flawless, can't or won't pull up much concerning what I
experienced or felt like in the interval between the beginning of the
reptiloid's assault and the loud, echoing roar that it announced its
orgasm with. The villagers cheers and laughed when it roared, I remember
that part all right.
 I also remember the rough feel of the reptiloid's tongue as it licked my
back and ass in a post-orgasmic display of what was probably affection.
 It felt good, and I liked that, and that's the most pitiable, telling
sign of all, that I had been reduced to the point where I was grateful for
the kindness of a lizard that had just raped me. If it was not the lowest
point in my life, it was definitely a contender.