Deviants

"Damn it!" Alex Summers cursed as he punched in the numbers to X-Factor headquarters on his cellphone, but he kept getting a weak reception.

"Your phone won't work down here," Alex jumped to see a Guardsman approaching him. He groaned and placed the cellphone back into his jacket as he turned to him.

The Guardsman eyed him at sut suspiciously. "You look a little jumpy."

"Prisons make me a bit nervous," Alex said. "Why's the reception so bad down here?"

"Considering that we're half a mile underground, under tons of rock and steel, that should come as no surprise," the Guardsman replied.

Alex gave an embarrassed grin. "Right."

"Your friend will be fine in there," the Guardsman said. "This is the Vault, the most efficient superhuman prison complex there is. We've taken every precaution there is with all the criminals here, with information provided by you super heroes."

"But is that information accurate?" Alex looked at the Guardsman with a raised eyebrow.

"We've held Mandrill for so long so far, and he's a pretty small fish compared to the rest here," the Guardsman replied. "Unless he's gained a new ability we haven't accounted and prepared for. After all, mutant physiology isn't our specialty here."

"Something to work on, I suppose," Alex said with a shrug. "Then again, it's not as though Mandrill's a World-Class threat anyhow."

"Exactly," the Guardsman said. "Call me if you need anything. I'll be nearby," He gave a nod to Alex, then turned to walk towards the security egress.

As he saw the Guardsman walk away, Alex gave a frown as he mused to himself, "So why doesn't that make me feel any better?"

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It was scary for Moira, yet it felt exhilarating for her. Thsh, sh, the inherent danger of it all. Although deep inside, a part of her was horrified at what she was doing, what she's about to do, another part was aroused at what was about to happen.

Her mind caught in the heat of the moment, Moira wouldn't have recalled how Mandrill (or possibly herself, perhaps?) managed to get the door of his chamber open, letting herself in, already unbuttoning her blouse. Possibly against her own judgment, Moira wanted him. Even before his mutant pheromones took effect she wanted him. She could smell his scent, a strong musky odor that arose from the inhuman pink organ.

Mandrill stood naked before her, proudly, unashamedly naked. His large pink organ stood upright at attention, glistening in the light. Thick, grotesque, veins wound up from the base of the cock to the cap of the flared mushroom head. Moira looked at the gigantic cock, and she wondered to herself why she found it so horrible, so disgusting at fi It It was large, yes, but there was nothing menacing about it. In fact, she could probably accommodate such a thing if she tried.

"What will ye do to me?" she asked, her eyes bright as she looked to Mandrill, her body shivering with fear and excitement. There was a longing in her voice that seemed lustful. She slid out of the blouse and let it drop to the floor. Her breasts wobbled with the slightest of movements behind a white cotton bra, the cups lifting and accentuating the mounds of flesh.

"I'm gonna fuck you, of course," Mandrill said, lasciviously stroking his cock. His large hand moving slowly up and down the corded shaft. "Fuck you and make you cum. Make you scream. Make you beg for it."

"And what if I did'nae want to?" she moaned in mocking protest, feeling what he said, believing it whether she refused or not. She felt no shame at all the way her cunt moistened and tingled, the way her clitobbeobbed incessantly, the way her chest rose and fell rapidly as she waited for whatever command Mandrill would give her. He had unmistakable power over her, all right.

"I don't give a shit!" he snarled. "I'm going to fuck you and you know it."

Moira stood a few feet before Mandrill, kicking off her pumps. She unzipped her ankle-length skirt and let it slither down her legs to the floor before stepping out of it. Underneath, she was clad in a pair of white cotton panties.

Moira raised a hand to her glasses, about to take them off. Mandrill stopped her, raising a hand in protest. "Keep them on," he said, his canines grinning. "I like ya that way." Moira obliged, keeping them on.

Mandrill looked Moira over as she stood submissively quiet and still, her chest heaving in anticipation as she eyed him back excitedly. She had an average, petite figure, which satisfied him greatly; Mandrill enjoyed the fragile types.

Moira's figure wasn't bad for a woman in her mid-to-late thirties, still able to receive a second look from men. That is, if shtherthered to get away from her lab more often. No wrinkles or stretch marks, not too much baby fat. She was all natural. With alabaster skin, fulsome hips, a tight, high rounded backside, and a slender waist curving in tight to a stomach that was a little slack. Her breasts were full for her figure: ripe, but not overly large as they were restrained underneath her cotton bra. Her shoulders and chest were covered with tiny freckles that spilled down until they were lost in her cleavage. Her legs were slim and a touch muscular down to her calves, she felt they made her feel taller. A testament to hours taking sunlit walks along the beach at Muir Island. At her height of 5'7", she considered this an asset. Without her high heeled pumps, Mandrill's massive form towered well over a foot larger than her.

"So tell me, sweet thing," He gripped his cock firmly at the base, the plum-like cock head pointing directly at Moira's face. "Have you even seen a more beautiful cock from your little boyfriend Sean?"

Moira swallowed hard as she eyed Mandrill's cock, then at him. As much as she wanted him, she hated the look of smug satisfaction on his face. And she hated herself for giving over to him. But his pheromones made her too horny to lie to him now.

"No, Mandrill," she shuddered, her face blushed red as she forced herself to say the words. "I've never seen anything as big and beautiful as your...cock." She hated saying such a vulgar word. "Not even Sean's."

Mandrill chuckled, gesturing her over with his free hand, his index finger pointing downward at his feet. "That's Master to you, sweet thing."

Her blue eyes narrowing into slits at that remark, Moira walked closer and knelt down in front of him, thighs apart, her face at level with his large, hairy bloated balls. His thick erect cock hung atop her head, grazing her brown bangs, the musty, powerful smell of his manhood hitting her nostrils. Without being told, Moira gripped the base of his shaft with both hands, staring hesitantly at his cock, stroking it with both hands not unlike a small animal. With her heart hammering in her chest, she licked her lips, leaving them glistening as she watched the mushroom head of his glans bob and weave, a pearl of pre-come drooling from the tip. She massaged the thick shank so rougho tho the point of choking it, the veins pulsing from the pressure.

"What are you waiting for, sweet thing?" Mandrill growled. "My dick isn't gonna suck itself."

Moira glared at him. "One of these days, I'm gonna teach ye to call me Doctor MacTaggart," Moira hissed before spitting on both of her hands, then took him, running one hand then the other over the pink, fleshy length of his cock, stroking it, lubricating it with her saliva." Or better yet," she added half-seriously, "Call me Moira, since we'll be getting well acquainted with one another."

"Does that mean you're gonna get me outta here, then?" Mandrill asked, grinning expectantly.

"Ye already know that I'll try to," Moira sneered at him, nuzzling his cock against her cheek like a mother cradling a baby, enjoying the heat radiating from the shaft as she continued working his length with her other hand. "But then again, ye've already made sure of that, didn't ye?"

With a sudden vigor and eagerness unknown to Moira, before Mandrill could answer, she then opened her mouth and slavered her tongue across the meaty crown of his cock, circled it, bathing it shiny with her saliva. She lapped at the pre-come oozing from the tip and savored the salty tang on her tongue, rolling it around in her mouth. Mandrill's face gave a look of surprise, then groaned and allowed his head to fall back as he enjoyed her ministrations. While Moira lacked experience in fellatio, she made up for it in effort and imagination.

She continued stroking the base of Mandrill's shaft with one hand while kneading his heavy testicles with the other, raking her long nails along his scrotum sac. The tip of his cock head butted against Moira's glasses -smearing small dollops of pre cum on the lens- as she slowly drew her tongue down along the underside of his length, slobbering down to his large, furry ball sac. She buried her face in the furry scrotum, her nose inhaling its ripe scent. His testes were too large to take entirely into her mouth. Instead Moira suckled hard on one testicle, then the other, tasting the salty sweat, inhaling it's musk. She then worked her way back up along the shaft, her tongue making a broad, flat stroke along the veined underside, painting it with saliva. The musky smell of his cock aroused her deeply, quitssibssibly due to his pheromone power. She suckled on it like a lollipop, rolling the tip of his glans around in her mouth, prying the urethral opening with her tongue before spearing it inside, feeling him shudder through his cock.

Soon, both tongue and cock slowly parted ways, leaving silvery strands of saliva and pre-coital dew hanging between Moira's lips and Mandrill's glans. Moira licked her lips clean as she stared at his cock, her small hands clasped around its base. It pulsed against her hands, as though it were a living creature.

Licking her lips, Moira eyes fixed on the monstrous erection, examining its size, wondering if she could take such a thing into her mouth. She was sure she couldn't take his entire length (not at first, and not without extreme difficulty, any ways). The ovoid glans were large, but surely it would fit inside. Of course her jaw would likely ache afterwards.

"Have it," Mandrill commanded, his hands placed on his hips as he looked down at her.

Moira hesitated a bit, uncertain it she could get it in, lubricated or not. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and worked the flared cock head in with some difficulty. Her cheeks sucked inward, her brow furrowed, her shiny pink lips stretching, puckering, and slurping in rapid suction motions as her head moved forward, working a two good inches of Mandrill's cock meat inside her mouth.

Growing impatient, Mandrill grasped the sides of Moira's head, his taloned fingers twisting painfully in her hair. He held himself steady and began moving her head slowly back and forth, back and forth. Each cycle took the shaft deeper and deeper into her mouth; three inches [pressing against her tonsils]...four inches [moving past, crushing her tonsils]...until finally the bulbous head of his cock touched the back of her throat.

Moira's lips grimaced wide in an "o" shape as inch upon inch of Mandrill's cock shaft disappeared into her mouth, down her throat, the laugh lines out the corners of her mouth creased deeply, her chin furrowed. She squeezed back a tear as she gagged, letting out a guttural groan as saliva and pre cum leaked out from between her clenched lips and rolled down her chin. Mandrill in turn growled out loud, enjoying the warmth and dampness of Moira's mouth. he could feel the lapping urgency of her rapidly moving tongue, as well as the softness and texture of the inner walls of her mouth as they rubbed against his throbbing, meaty cock.

Oddly enough, the thought of gagging on this monstrous cock didn't frighten her. On the contrary, she felt for the first time since she was brutalized by her ex-husband, that she was doing exactly what she should. It was almost like second nature to her. She thought this was due more to Mandrill's powers than to her own loss of inhibitions, but at that moment, she felt as if she could give this horrid beast everything she had to offer, anything Mandrill demanded of her.

Her eyes locked onto Mandrill's, Moira gripped a hand around the base of his cock as she mouthed its owner, while her other hand made her way underneath the elastic of her panties, fingers brushing over her pubic bush to slip inside the wet, slippery mouth of her cunt. She felt the lips of her vulva peel back upon touching them, the tiny bulb of her clit hard as a pencil eraser. She was flowing with juices, staining the crotch of her panties and slopping her fingers as she pushed three of her fingers inside, burying them up to the knuckles as she burrowed into her drenched cunt, peeling the labial rind to get at the pink, juicy meat inside. She used her thumb to diddle her clit, strumming it like a hummingbird's wings until she began to moan, the sounds muffled by Mandrill's cock.

Mandrill felt the reverberations of Moira's moans, her mouth and tongue vibrating through his dick as she approached climax, a scream welling up in her throat as her body spasmed in delight. She closed her eyes tight, her mouth and tongue closed snug like a velvet glove around his cock shaft, gripping, then releasing, gripping, then releasing, milking his cock for all its worth. Mandrill groaned uncontrollably, feeling his cock tense as hard as iron as Moira gave a muffled cry. Her orgasm came so powerful that she shoved her mouth forward than ever before -impaling herself on seven inches of Mandrill's meat- and bit down on the shaft, holding him still as her cunt spasmed, juices flowing outward, drenching her panties. Moira eyes were shut as she rode her climax, her moan reverberating around Mandrill's cock. Mandrill growled in pleasure, enjoying the sensations his cock was receiving.

Moira's body was left trembling afterwards as she stroked her lips of her vulva like a favorite pet while leaving Mandrill's cock engulfed in her mouth, her molars digging into his meat. Saliva and pre cum leaked out the edges of her lips and down to her chin until they were dripping onto her breasts, making the fleshy globes glisten in the light. Mandrill growled as he felt Moira loosen her teeth, trying to pull her head away from his cock. Still gripping the sides of her head, he held her head firm and resumed his face-fucking.

"Y' know, Doc," Mandrill said between grunts as he continued pumping Moira's head back and forth on his cock. "I may've been in this box for a while, but I gotta say, you sure can give head like a pro."

Moira gave a muffled groan as she looked at Mandrill with big, moist blue eyes, her glasses sitting crookedly on her face from the rough treatment. Her eyes watered from the gag reflex, mascara starting to run underneath her eyes. Her chin was a messy glaze of drool and pre cum, dripping down her lower jaw in shiny ribbons.

"But you know something?"Mandrill said with a wolfish leer. "I think it's time to up the tempo a bit. You've gotten your rocks off on this, now it's my turn."

With both hands firmly gripping Moira's head, Mandrill drew his hips back so that only the head of his cock remained inside -the large circumference of his meaty glans keeping her jaw open wide- and shot forward like a battering ram, shoving over half of his length down her throat. Mandrill's hips moved in a machine-like piston motion, his body arching back as he rapidly speared her gulreperepeatedly with his bulbous glans, giving her a serious face-fucking that resulted in Moira choking several times on his cock. The overwhelming gag reflex made her unable to swallow, forcing her to pre-puke up on herself, saliva/pre-cum covering the lower half of her face, dripping down from her mouth, ending in a sloppy glaze covering her bra-covered breasts.

She wasn't fellating him so much as having his massive, spit-slicked cock pistoning repeatedly into her wide-gaping mouth, thrusting down into her throat. Moira's wide-eyed face was a mess of saliva, mascara and tears as she made vulgar gargling noises the matched the wet thwacking sound of Mandrill's slick meat impaling her mouth. As such, Moira was surprised that her gorge could open so wide. Mandrill had a firm grip, both hands holding her head firmly in place as he dictated how far he could get his dick down her gullet. His huge, hairy balls banging against Moira's spit-slicked chin.

Mandrill got off on his reflection in the Plexiglass; His large hands gripping Moira's relatively small head as it was fastened on his cock between his hairy, muscular outstretched legs, taloned fingers entwined in her hair. He enjoyed the way his hips pumped forward and back, achieving a fucking velocity in Moira's mouth faster and deeper than she ever thought was possible. He enjoyed the sight of Moira's half-naked form: the way the back of her head bobbed back and forth between his massive thighs. To Mandrill it looked as if an oversized gerbil had fastened itself at his crotch. Moira's bra strap was visible against the pale skin of her back, her delicate arms frantically trying to pull away, and most of all, the way Moira's taut bottom formed a perfect heart shape as she knelt, her panty bottom wedged between the creamy globes of her ass.

"I'm...gonna give you...something to...remember me by," Mandrill growled in between grunts. "I'm gonna...send you back home...with a bad case of lockjaw."

"Ah...gak...mawglargh..."Moira managed to choke out between messy, saliva-sputtering breaths. She began to whimper, crying with a mix of fear and rage, emotions she hasn't felt since the night her ex-husband raped her. Her glasses were still on, albeit crookedly, Her eyes were reddened and watery, black streams of mascara running down her face. Mandrill's manhood pulsed with her contractions, and to Moira's wide-eyed shock, she felt him becoming even more engorged.

Mandrill held Moira's head in place as he pumped his pelvis forward, faster and faster, ravaging her throat so hard that her glasses shook. Moira's cheeks puffed repeatedly with every inward stroke of Mandrill's cock, his large furred balls pummeling her chin. As much as she was suffering, she half-wondered how her gullet could expand so much while, half-praying to God that she could survive this ordeal. She continued to make teary-eyed contact with Mandrill's, her blue eyes sparking with luminescence as she listened to the every lewd audible slurp, schlop and gurgle her mouth made around his cock. At this point, saliva and pre-cum glazed most of her lower face as well as the upper hemispheres of her semi-naked breasts.

To further the torture and humiliation, Mandrill released one hand while gripping the back of Moira's hair with the other, making her hair into a crude ponytail. His powerful hips never pausing as he continued force-feeding her his large cock with little care at all for her well-being. With his free hand, he pinched her nose shut, blocking her nasal passages, all the while forcing her down nice and hard onto his thick member. Moira squealed like a stuck pig, choking as she made a massive gag on a mouthful of cock. Her jaw began to ache, her pageboy hairstyle at this point was unkempt and messy, brown strands matted to her cheeks and forehead by sweat and saliva.

Moira was losing air, unable to hold her breath. Her blue eyes began fluttering, her view of Mandrill's face began losing focus.

"So tell me, Doctor MacTaggart," Mandrill said snidely, timing the rhythm of his pelvic thrusts to the syllables of his words."Was this what you expected? Was this all you hoped it would be?" Desperate, Moira tried to twist and nudge her head away, sputtering saliva everywhere, but Mandrill had an iron gripher her head, as well as an iron cock blocking her breathing passage.

Her watery blue eyes crossed together, her head going light from oxygen, Moira began to work her efforts into pleasuring him, using what little energy and focus she had into working her head back and forth on his cock, her cheeks sucked inward in a vacuum effect, making a grip around Mandrill's cock that was as tight as any virgin's cunt. Her gaze never left his face, her reddened, mascara-smeared eyes burning with anger. Her tongue frantically slavering the underside of his cock -feeling every vein and bump- while nearly half of it was in her mouth. She could barely swallow, drooling and puking saliva all over the shaft.

Thankfully, Moira felt Mandrill's cock begin to pulse and shudder in her mouth. Her heart was beating frantically in her chest. "Please God, let him finish soon!" Moira prayed to herself, thinking of herself in such a situation, of being at the mercy of Mandrill's cock. Mandrill's cock strokes flew at a blur, moving so quickly that Moira had trouble focusing on it. Anticipating his climax, she redoubled her efforts, her pliant lips and tongue working a staccato motion as she tried desperately to end her suffering.

Her efforts began to pay off; Mandrill's groans turned to growls as Moira sucked his cock unrelentingly, as if trying to milk him for every drop of semen he had. He felt the heat and pressure building in his balls, his scrotum sack pulsing, beginning to balloon up with semen as his orgasm gathered. He threw back his head, his toothy maw wide open in a silent shriek, his long, thick tongue lolling out, flinging spittle.

And he shot, spewing juices that washed the inside of Moira's mouth.

The spasm was enormous. Mandrill tangled his taloned fingers in Moira's hair and lunged his hips forward, the furry, rectangular slabs of his buttocks clenched shut as he orgasmed upon her impalement, gagging her as he pressed his cock as deep inside as it could go. His cock shot off cum in waves like popcorn popping, jetting off round after thick, creamy round as he emptied himself into her. Moira's eyes bulged, then rolled back into its head as she took load upon load of white hot semen down her throat, filling her stomach. The cords of Moira's neck muscles stretched like bands of wire as her throat was flooded. She drank as much as she could, gulping, then suckling, gulping, then suckling.

But Mandrill continued ejaculating into Moira's mouth, his hips thrust convulsively forward. His orgasm seemed to last forever, randomly pumping out rounds of sperm. There was more of it than Moira could swallow as she weakly tried to pull away. But Mandrill held her head still as he continued to violently ejaculate into her, to the point where Moira couldn't keep up. Her belly and mouth were full. Moira's cheeks ballooned outward like a blowfish until thick semen spewed from the corners of her lips and geysered out her nostrils, her lower face turned into a gooey, cum infested mess.

Mandrill pulled himself out of Moira's mouth and grasped the back of her head, cruelly yanking it as he grabbed his still spurting cock with his other hand. Moira lowered her head -her mouth feeling tired, her jaw aching, feeling a bit disjointed- as she violently coughed and regurgitated upon her release, retching up a gooey, sloppy mix of saliva and cum up her esophagus and onto the floor, some spilling onto her chest.

Before Moira could finish, Mandrill yanked her head back up as held his cock in front of her. The urethral slit of his glans rapidly dilatating, spraying hot arcs of white semen across her face in short bursts. Rope after creamy rope of cum anointed the lens of her glasses, webbed her face and hair, dripping down in creamy, frosted streams. More copious dollops of thick, salty, white monkey semen washed down her neck and between her semi-naked breasts.

Mandrill growled, "Alright. That's enough foreplay for now, time for the main course." He wagged his sloppy, spittle/cum-dripping cock out of Moira's face, flinging thin, viscous ribbons of saliva and cum in her face before releasing her head. Moira was still on her knees, her head downcast. She held her chest as she coughed, hacked and vomited up Mandrill's cum, the messy, viscous contents pooling onto the floor. Her breasts jiggled and shook as she coughed, the upper part of her chest glazed with saliva and semen.

Moira started to look up at Mandrill as she finished coughing. Her face looked as if she was a spawn from Hell. Her brown hair haggard and stained with pre-puke and semen, her reddened, bloodshot eyes rouged with heavy smears oscarscara, smoldering in disgust and anger behind cum-stained glasses, a shiny, gooey mess dripping from her chin.

And then she saw it. A horrific vision viewed between streaks of white semen on her glasses.

Moira's face turned pale, going white as a sheet. She stared in fascination as Mandrill's cock shot straight up along his belly, inch by inch, snaking out and expanding like a fireman's hose, quivering and pulsing with veins. Soon, it was bigger than ever, standing a good thirteen inches long. The urethral slit seem to grow larger, them smaller, larger, then smaller, as if it was breathing.

Mandrill grinned, his hands placed on his hips in a macho grandstanding pose as he flexed his veiny, glistering pink erection, making it bob up and down before Moira's eyes. "So what d'ya think of my dick now, Doc?"

Moira rose slowly to her feet, her eyes fixated on Mandrill's cock the whole time. It looked like a bloated worm, pink leathery flesh -spit-shined with saliva and cum- stretched taut over pulsing veins and muscle. She couldn't believe that she actually had such a thing inside her mouth.

"Mandrill, I want ye to know something," she said, finally meeting her eyes to his as she wiped the gooey, congealed mess from her mouth and chin. "I hate ye'r guts. Ye' re nothing but a miserable, despicable excuse for a human being. I want ye to know that I love Sean with all my heart and I know this will crush him if he ever finds out. The only reason why I'm doing this is because ye made me act this way. I can't help meself. So enjoy this while ye can, ye arrogant son-of-a-bitch!"

Mandrill didn't say a word, his bone white canines flashing as he grinned malevolently. Before Moira could even act, Mandrill moved in two amazingly long strides and, with one massive arm, grabbed her around the waist, effortlessly lifting her off the floor. Moira's eyes widened as her lips opened to give a yelp, then became muffled as Mandrill quickly covered her mouth with his own. His large, thick tongue spearing inside, whipping it around, snaking along her tongue, her gums, the insides of her cheeks and palate. Moira felt disgust behind the kiss, as if she were mouthing a dog. Nevertheless, she closed her eyes and wrapped her lips around that disgusting tongue and savored it, nursing on the slimy appendage like a hungry child.

With his other overlarge hand, Mandrill gripped the front of her bra and, with one swift and effortless motion, ripped it off, flinging the flimsy piece of cloth away. Moira moaned into the kiss as her breasts swung and flopped free with the effort. Fully exposed, they were swollen and pear-shaped, starting to succumb to the pull of gravity for a woman of her age, the way they hung slightly and swung pendulously. Her wide areolas were of a pale pink, her nipples painfully hard and erect in the humid air of the cell room.

The panties were next. Mandrill's large fingers stroked in between Moira's thighs, finding the crotch of her panties were already slippery and wet. He grabbed the thin elastic, and drew them along her thighs, jackknifing Moira's lean legs, kicking them upward as he pulled the panties off and tossed them away. Below the brown thatch of her pubic bush, her puffy cunt lips gaped open, exposing shiny pink hugs of pudding-like cuntflesh, dripping juice along her inner thighs, from her labia to perineum to puckered anus, a pungent aroma of sex.

They finally broke the kiss. Moira gasped for air as she hung naked and limp in Mandrill's arm, closed in a vise against him that she could feel the frightening enormity, the heat of his gigantic organ, pressed against her torso.

Mandrill's thick tongue slithered out, the slimy pink muscle elongating, shuddering, smacking against Moira's cheek as he began cleaning her face, tasting saliva and semen as he went. Moira shuddered in disgust as Mandrill's tongue swabbed along her chin, her lips, as well as the thick lumps of dried cum of her glasses, leaving a smelly, sticky sheen of saliva against her pale skin. He took the disgusting contents of his ejaculate in, lapping and swallowing the congealed saliva/cum on her breasts, hefting one then the other with a light stroke of the undercurves with his large tongue.

With his other hand, Mandrill groped and mauled her saliva covered breast, lifting it, kneading it like raw dough, her nipple poking against his palm. He grabbed it suddenly, twisting it so savagely that Moira threw her head back and whimpered behind clenched teeth, trying to suppress a yelp that would alert Alex and the others.

Mandrill licked Moira clean, his cold, wet nose nuzzling her sensitive flesh. "Did you like that, sweet thing?" Mandrill growled into her neck. "Is it the pain, the thrill of being taken this way that you gets off so much?" He tugged at her nipple hard, pulling on it, enjoying the sight of her whimpering like a bitch in heat, grimacing in pain.

"Go ahead, scream," he growled. "Wouldn't they be surprised when they come in and see you looking this way."

"Oh,God," Moira whimpered, biting her lower lip in shame and humiliation, as well as expectant lust. She felt Mandrill's warm cock throbbing against her belly, and she wanted it more than anything to come inside her. At this point, Mandrill's appearance was meaningless to her, she only wanted satisfaction.

"God help me," Moira whispered. "None of this is right."

Mandrill leaned his face close to her, enough for her to feel his warm breath on her face as he spoke. "No one's gonna help you now, sweet thing," he snarled in contempt. "From here on, the only God you're gonna worship is the one between my legs!"

With alarming suddenness and brutality, Mandrill twisted Moira about weightlessly -her glasses flying off in the process and hitting the wall with a loud clank- and flung her naked body against the iglaiglass wall. Mandrill wasn't the least bit gentle about it, the Plexiglass wall shuddered slightly upon her impact, making a loud thunk. Moira would've been knocked silly if she 't 't raised her arms to up in time to absorb the impact. She winced in pain, cursing under her breath.

Her head cocked to the side, Moira looked back at Mandrill out the corner of her eye, just in time to see the large, inhuman beast move swiftly towards her, his erection sprung forth like a battering ram. He grabbed her by the flanks, positioning her ass out into an animal mating presentation. The monstrous length of his cock had grown so rigid, it didn't even wobble as Mandrill came from behind her, the large mushroom cockhead brushing into the crack between Moira's taut, pale ass cheeks, just missing the perfect pink rose of her virgin asshole, and, with a wet thwack, penetrated the gaping, glistening wet hole of her cunt and entered its plush, dark warmth, mounting her from behind in one brutal lunge, the harsh slapping sound of his pelvic region impacting her buttocks.

It hurt like hell. Moira felt as if she was being split in half. She clenched her teeth, her face contorting in agony and hot ecstasy as she fought the urge to scream, her feet skittering on the floor. There was pain. The cock felt thicker than it had in her throat. It was too big, and she felt her vagina tear slightly. But there was also pleasure, and she shuddered as Mandrill shoved his enormous cock into her, his erection like a large pink fetus sng, ng, demanding reentry inside her womb.

Mandrill's hairy, muscular flanks bucked lewdly, mounting her like a wild rutting animal. His ass pumping slowly in and out, each time shoving more of the cock's length inside her. Moira could hear his animal growls, feel his hot breath blowing against her bare back as he became more feverish, more aggressive in his fucking, thrusting farther and farther up inside her.

He was crouched behind her, grabbing her waist and, in one upturned motion, drove into Moira with all of his weight, giving a hard thrust that lifted her off her feet and into the air, pressing her body against the Plexiglass.

Moira gave a screech. She saw a flash of light, then dazzling stars.

Although Mandrill's cock had a two good inches left to go inside her, she was already filled, overwhelmed by this great beast. The last thought Moira had before her fluttering blue eyes rolled back into their sockets was the fear that Mandrill's enormous cock would grow even bigger than she could take, the surreal possibility that it would grow long enough to rip through her womb up into her belly, skewer through her heart and pop out of her mouth like an enormous misshapen tongue.

The pain was staggering now. She was trapped on the massive organ as it thickened, expanded. She could feel her own organs shift and wondered vaguely if she was injured deep inside. The bulbous pink glans parted the wet folds of her cunt, the thick shaft spearing her vaginal canal as wide open as it would go without tearing her apart any further. Moira was sure, however, that she was bleeding down there.

Mandrill pressed his naked, hairy body against Moira's, holding her by her flanks as she pinned Moira to the wall. Her legs were spread, her feet a foot and a half off the ground. Her chest was crushed against the cool surface, her breasts forming white semicircles with pink dots in the middle against the Plexiglass.

Mandrill held his cock wedged inside her, enjoying the warm, tight wetness of her cunt, the way Moira's petite body began convulsing around his cock shaft. He took his large hand and pressed the right side of Moira's face against the Plexiglass surface.

At last Moira gasped, a guttural choking sound. She stared at Mandrill out the corner of her left eye. There was a feeling of fear in her expression, clouded with desire. She struggled to move and cried out, "It's...too much." It was all she could stutter.

"On the contrary, sweet thing," Mandrill snarled. "Once you have my dick in you, you'll never have enough."

As he pinned Moira against the Plexiglass, he began moving his hips, pulling his cock out all the way, the tip of his massive penis brushing the moist lips of her cunt. And then quickly his hips lunged back forward, shoving his cock back in to the hilt, filling her near to being split in half, but it felt good as well. Moira let out a yelp so loud she was afraid Alex may have heard it.

Mandrill began bucking against her, achieving an excellent stroke, a piston-fucking motion as he humped and pounded Moira's body against the glass, his pelvis slapping loud against her pale buttocks, Moira thrashed against the glass, her legs flailed like a rag doll. Each of Mandrill's thrusts were punctuated by his animal grunts, as well as the "Uh! Uh! Uh!\undsunds coming from Moira's lips. Her eyes were closed shut as she grunted behind clenched teeth.

"Fuck me, ye daft bastard!" she said, her voice distorted by intense lust. Mandrill's cock was filling her in all the right places, the mouth of his glans knocking against the wall of her cervix, his muscular ass flexing and releasing, his pelvis pumping rapidly behind her. Moira bucked against him, trying to force him deeper inside her, thrashing and crying out as another orgasm shuddered outward from her womb to her entire body, her tight cunt contracting around Mandrill's cock.

At one point Mandrill lifted Moira's body up, pulling his cock free with a wet, popping sound. Like a champagne bottle being uncorked, hot juices poured from Moira's stretched cunt like a river, splashing into a puddle between Mandrill's feet. His massive face hovered beside her own, grinning at her. "If only your boyfriend Sean could see you now," he said with a lewd growl.

Before Mocoulcould take that statement in, Mandrill quickly pulled her close and, with a wet twack, jammed her down on his slicked cock again, going in as deep as before. Moira body shuddered and convulsed upon being locked once again, nearly having another orgasm.

Moira felt helpless, vulnerable. Here she was, shamefully naked and getting mounted from behind by this huge monster in a prison cell. She felt more exposed now than she ever been in her life. She imagined Alex walking in on her, the look on his face upon seeing her rutting like a fucking animal.

Amidst the pain, amidst Mandrill's growls and snarls, she realized she was enjoying this immensely. She felt alive, more confident in her sexuality.

Liberated.

No longer just simple, plain old Doctor MacTaggart. She was an erotic being, experiencing the power of her sex. And it felt so delicious.

Mandrill was right, though. Moira wondered how she could live so long without getting fucked by this horrid creature. The pleasure was beyond all belief. And now that she had his cock, like oxygen, she couldn't live without it now. Moira was hooked. She was already hooked on him -from his pheremones to his manhood- the very moment she stepped into the cell.

She felt the cool Plexiglass chill her erect nipples as they were crushed against the surface. Her hands reached upward, long fingernails raking frictionlessly along the smooth glass. Her long legs were spread apart, pried apart by Mandrill's girth. Like a perverse parody of a plush animal car window ornament, sans the suction cups on her hands and feet.

Moira felt the hairy weight of Mandrill's body press against her back, her petite form being hammered and ground against the Plexiglass, his cock stretching and widening the dark, juicy warmth of her cunt, pushing deeper.

Moira felt as though her cunt was like a new dress; being resized for a perfect fit. Mandrill's large cock was stretching her vaginal canal into new dimensions, widening it, conforming it.

Fitting her for him.

"Sean!" Moira's eyes widened open, the right side of her face pressed flat against the Plexiglass, her right eye darting about, watching its reflection as she gave a fleeting thought of her boyfriend.

(Ex-boyfriend?) By the time Mandrill would be done with her -if he ever would be done with Moira- she could never fit a man of lesser size if ever again, much less Sean.

But Moira didn't care. Mandrill's cock was like a narcotic, it's power sending waves of pleasure and pain throughout her entire body. She wanted it to hurt. The hurt was part of the experience, the thrill. The idea of being fucked silly against the wall of a prison cell -with a mere scream away from alerting Alex and thardsards- felt like such an exhilarating high for her. To hell with everything she held dear in her life.

"Uh, uh, uh! Oh, bloody Christ, yes, like that!" Moira's voice began to escalate, breaking into whimpering cries of erotic bliss. "Fuck me harder, ye filthy beast!" Tears squeezed from her closed eyes, running along flushed, reddened cheeks. Her body hammered and ground against the Plexiglass harder, faster, Mandrill's powerful hips drove against her in a more urgent rhythm. His enormous balls slapping and knocking against the insides of her thighs, his cock filling her completely, loud slurping sounds from the meaty suction. With every beastly grunt Mandrill gave, Moira could feel his hot breath blowing in puffs against the back of her neck, fecal-smelling breath that was palpable in a room that reeked of sweat and sex. His animal grunts escalated louder in a desperate reach for orgasm.

Moira flashed her teeth and braced herself, elbows against the Plexiglass. With clenched teeth, she began working her body against his, bucking and jerking, meeting Mandrill's thrusts movement for movement. Two naked forms locked in a way that more resembled Greco-Roman wrestling than fucking, with all the growling, grunting, anreamreaming from both parties involved. Mandrill drove his massive frame into Moira with as much weight as he could without killing her.

Moira in turn was jerking back against him, bucking and gyrating her ass back against him in wild abandon, fucking him in return. Her pale ass cheeks quivered upon impact, the inner muscles of her cunt milking Mandrill's cock like a skilled masseuse. Moira closed her eyes and clenched her teeth, working her body nst nst his, feeling as if she were at war with the huge cock inside her.

"Am I the best fuck, Doc?" Mandrill grunted, muscled hips thrusting into her. "Am I the best fuck of your life?"

Moira couldn't respond, The combination of Mandrill's hard lunges knocking the wind out of her with every thrust of his cock he gave, as well as the heavy panting she made with every exertion of her fucking motion, made her unable to speak.

In response, Mandrill grabbed the back of Moira's hair and yanked her head back like a dog on a short leash.

"Say it! Am I the best fuck of your life?"

Moira whimpered it out between breaths. "Yes."

Mandrill's hips pumped faster, riding Moira harder. "Who's the best, me or Sean?"

She hesitated a bit, realizing that she was close to orgasm. "You are," Moira whimpered, tears flowing down her cheeks at the mere mention of her boyfriend. A small part of her still felt that she was betraying Sean, his love and devotion to him, as well as losing every shred of dignity she had.

"Again." Mandrill yanked on Moira's hair, causing her pain.

"You are!" she cried, answering quicker, her orgasm reaching crescendo, nudging her head as if trying to escape Mandrill's grip.

"Again, you little cunt!" Mandrill snarled, pumping his dick harder into her, as if wanting to shove his entire body into her womb.

"You are!...You are!" her statement was broken down by her oncoming orgasm, tears squeezing from Moira's closed eyes.

Abruptly, Mandrill yanked Moira off his stiff erection, her naked body dropping to the cold floor, her juices flowing from her distended cunt. Leaving her unsatisfied and wanting, he stood, looking down at her like an angry parent ready to scold a child. His ramrod dick wagged upward at near level with his chest, shiny and wet with Moira's drippings.

Blinking, Moira looked up at Mandrill, sweeping the matted, messy strands of hair from her face. She sat up, making no attempt to hide her naked, sweaty body. She was breathing heavily, confused and half-dazed from their fucking. Her thighs locked together, her cunt throbbing with a mix of searing pain and lingering pleasure.

To Moira's view, Mandrill's inhuman body was ungodly and frightening, his massive cock more threatening than any amount of suffering he could give her, yet above it all, Mandrill and his erection looked magnificent to her. Whimpering in frustration like a wounded puppy, Moira reached for Mandrill's erection, wanting to get on her knees and worship his cock with her mouth once more.

But Mandrill batted her hand away, then stood there, hands resting on his sides at he looked down at her with a wide grin.

"You want me?" Mandrill said, stroking his stiff pink organ up and down, taunting Moira. "Do you want this?"

Moira was crying now, sobbing, the tears streaming down her face. "Aye," she said. "I want it all."

"Do you want me to fill you with this? Ruin you for Sean or any other man?"

"Aye. Fill me until I overflow. Ruin me."

"Then prove it to me," Mandrill commanded, pointing to the cell's metal sink, a rectangular mirror fixed to the wall above it. "Show your obedience to your new master and present yourself."

Without any hesitation, Moira shuffled quickly forward and eagerly bent herself over the sink, tits flopping down, erect nipples chilled against the cold metal surface. She leaned forward, lowered her head and arched her hips, proudly raising her ass to Mandrill, baring herself to him in an uncharacteristically obscene display. Her legs spread wide, her calves more defined as she stood on her toes to meet him. She looked at Mandrill over her shoulder, a look of expectant lust on her face as she wagged her lush bottom at him enticingly, the pale globes of her ass quivering. Her blue eyes were like a snake charmer, awaiting the large pink python between Mandrill's thighs.

She was unashamedly exposed to him now; The puckered, pink anus winked at him repeatedly between the cheeks of Moira's ass. Down below, crowned by a thick thatch of brown pubic hair, the lips of her labia shone wetly, hanging outward like a rooster's cockscomb. Her sore cunt was gaping wide open from Mandrill's vandalizations, prolasped and slightly torn like an open wound.

Giving in to his animal instincts, Mandrill arched his spine, large, powerful arms drew back, massive legs wide apart, his heavy scrotum sack trapped between his thighs. His furry pectorals bulged out like boulders, the muscles of his stomach rippling, the enormous lh ofh of his stiff, glistening cock jutted forth commandingly like a pink, fleshy spear. He threw back his head to let out a long, low howl of unrestrained lust that made Moira jump with fear and awe.

With swift, predatory grace, Mandrill rushed forward, quickly grabbed Moira by the flanks, aiming his hips and mounted her, embedding her upon his length and thickness, his hips ramming his enormous phallus into her self-lubricated opening. Moira's head shot forward, mouth gaping open, seeing her reflection in the mirror as her blue eyes widened upon impalement, then rolled back into her head, eyelids fluttering as a wide, open-mouth ecstatic smile flashed across her lips. Her hands gripped underneath the sink to brace herself against him. Intense shudders of pain and pleasure traveled up and down her body that her legs wobbled, thighs convulsing.

Mandrill held Moira's hips steady, his grip tight as a vise. It wasn't necessary; his cock was swollen, stretching her vaginal cavern even further, nearly locking inside her, joined together as one. Mandrill grunted and growled as he worked his phallus inside her like a madman, crushing her cervix. The veins in his cock bulged and throbbed, nerve endings tingling as the warmth and satiny feel of Moira's cunt rushed through all thirteen inches of his embedded erection.

He gave a low rumble in his throat as he began fucking her with short strokes, feeling his furry scrotum sacks churn with semen as his cock began barreling faster inside her, the large lips of Moira's inner labia rapidly flapping open and closed delightfully as the great beast thrust in and out of her, fucking her so hard that her tits jiggle in a rhythmic fashion.

Wet, sloppy, smacking noises bounced off the cell walls. Moira was whimpering like a newborn puppy, enjoying being speared by Mandrill's cock. Her body began undulating erotically against him, her cunt embracing inch after inch of his length, each and every hard thrust he gave left her wanting more. At this point, she didn't care if his formidable cock would split her internally, ripping her in two; she would die happily satisfied regardless.

Mandrill's hard lunges made Moira's feet skitter on the floor, making her unable to keep balance. Instead, she lowered her head down to focus, bent her legs back, her slim thighs spread and supported on Mandrill's muscular legs, and hooked her calves behind the backs of his thighs.

Mandrill saw the blissful smile on Moira's face in the mirror, much to his chagrin. He was a monster, a savage beast empowered with sex and rage, driving him to further acts of sadism as he began jabbing his cock upwards into her as powerfully as he would allow without killing her. Mandrill wanted Moira to hurt, to make her bleed if he had to, in order for her to remember, to understand what nightmares he held in store for her.

Moira's eyes shut tightly, her whimpers turned to crying. Yet she willfully submitted to this awful stretching, continuing to jerk back against him.

"Take a...good hard...look at ya now...sweet thing," Mandrill grunted to the rhythm of his fucking as his hips hammered into Moira, driving harder, faster, wanting to bruise the pale shuddering flesh of her buttocks until both cheeks turned a fiery crimson.

Moira didn't respond. Her head still lowered, bobbing slightly from her body forcefully being bucked around. Her face obscured from her lover/tormentor. Her eyes were shut, brimming with tears.

With his right hand, Mandrill clutched her messy sweat and cum-sodden hair, jerked her head up to face the mirror and thrust and ground his hips forward, spearing her with savage vigor. Moira wanted to scream; the sure possibility that Alex and the Guardsman would come running kept her from doing so.

Her head jerking back, Mandrill'ath ath grip on her hair, Moira stared at her face bucking lewdly in the mirror. She looked like a rough fuck worked over. Her blue eyes narrowed and shone wetly, tears streaming down flushed reddened cheeks, her lips pulled back in a grimace of pain, perfect white teeth clenched together. Her makeup was practically nonexistent, exposing plain features. Her eyes roved upward, seeing the reflection of the great beast towering above her, fucking her senseless as she felt his cock twisting and turning inside her.

Mandrill gave a sadistic laugh as his cock angrily shouldered hot, quivering cuntflesh aside, stabbing his length in with savage ferocity. "You...like what you see, Doc?" Mandrill grunted between thrusts. "Not the same...when you have to...look at yourself...in the mirror now...is it?"

Mandrill was right; what Moira saw in her reflection wasn't that of an accomplished geneticist, a woman of science and nobility. She saw something else...

Something dark, shameful and disgusting, looking back at her with an intense look in her eyes, scolding her like a naughty child.

And now, Moira wasn't sure whether she wanted this or not. Sure, this was going to happen, she did not expect any less from a horrible beast like the Mandrill. Despite the humiliation, the degradation, she wanted to feel this once again, to set loose inhibitions held long ago. But now...

"We're...having...fun...now..!" Mandrill growled as he raised his left hand, palm outward, and quickly sent it flying down, slapping the left cheek of Moira's ass hard, the fleshy globe shuddering upon impact with a loud crack, leaving a large red hand print.

Moira yelped. She couldn't help but to cry now, there was pain, humiliation and terror in her expression as she looked at herself in the mirror, and it was as though she had just sobered up from the ordeal. There was a life for her outside the walls of the cell, a life she worked hard to make and maintain. Friends, family, lover. Of Sean, her devoted boyfriend, of Rahne Sinclair, her adopted daughter, of her duties to her work and to those who depend on her.

But now, all that seemed fleeting now, as if each delicious thrust of Mandrill's cock made it all the more distant. She had wanted it at first, oblivious to his horrible sexual appetites. And now, she couldn't resist him, no matter how much she wanted to. Nor the great beaouldould not be denied.

Moira was ashamed of herself. She hated the person she saw in the mirror, more so than Mandrill himself. Her mind conflicted between intellect and lust. She tried to turn away from her reflection, but Mandrill still gripped her hair, tilting her head towards the mirror, forcing her to look on, she shut her eyes tight instead, weeping piteously at herself.

Mandrill was a beast of indomitable virility, steadily rending Moira from behind while he taunted her, his penis ramming so deep into her. Her entire world collapsed around his huge cock, and that's what all it mattered, as well as the intense pleasure and pain that came with it.

"Open your eyes!" he roared, snarling at her over her raised rump. "You belong to me now. The life you knew is over. I'm gonna fuck Little Miss prim, proper Moira MacTaggart right out of ya."

Moira's glazed eyes stared at the face in the mirror, her own reflection looking back at her, as well as Mandrill's above, grinning ravenously at her, his long pink tongue lolling out, wagging at her. His body still looked magnificent to her; his coarse fur sheened with sweat, slabs of muscle rippled throughout his body as he worked her over.

"Time to break on through," Mandrill sang off key, "Break on through to the other side."

Moira's blue eyes blazed, her face turning red with anger and tears, the face in the mirror reminding her of what she'd lost, of what she had become.

Deep down, what she wanted to be.

A sexual deviant. Insatiable, with a depraved appetite that could rival Mandrill's own. A beauty and her beast. A beast of a beauty in sheep's clothing and her fearsomely hung mate.

Moira thought she had a man before with Xavier and Sean, but now, she realized that she never had a real man until Mandrill. She was completely addicted to him. Addicted to his cock...

"And God, what a cock he has," the thought pleased Moira. "How much deeper inside me could he go...How deep would he go?"

"More!" Moira said with a little cry. She rode against Mandrill's hips faster, her reddened ass pumping up and down, her eyes never leaving her reflection as her lips formed a defiant sneer. "All the way, if need be."

Despite it all, she felt totally free, totally unrestrained.

This had to be Hell, for nothing this pleasurable could come from Heaven.

"More!" Moira's stuffed mound was leaking around Mandrill's shaft like a perforated bladder, juicrom rom her cunt pouring down her inner thighs. Her breasts swayed and jumped, nipples so hard to the bursting point. Her body breaking into a sweat, a glistening sheen across her back and buttocks as she worked vigorously against him.

"MORE!!" Moira's sneer turned into a manic smile. Her tears dried on her cheeks as she looked to the face in the mirror. Her taut ass cheeks began flexing and releasing around Mandrill's shaft, hugging and milking it tightly, gripping it as if never wanting to release him. Her piteous weeping turned into cries begging for release. Moira wriggled and thrashed against him, exulting in the glory of his monstrous (wonderful) cock. She wanted to be ripped open by him, to be filled with his sperm to the bursting point, to be impregnated with his seed.

At the same time, Moira was saying goodbye to the woman in the mirror, to the woman she used to be, the expression on her face subtly changing from goodbye to fuck you.

Mandrill's Cheshire grin spread wider. "It's time," he grunted.

And in an act of self-desecration, she spat at the face in the mirror, over and over, her reflection bathed in thick, foamy gobs of saliva, running down the mirror's surface.

The apex of their climax drawing near, Mandrill leaned forward on Moira's back as he continued battering his cock in and out of her. With massive arms, he reached out underneath Moira's outstretched arms and clasped both hands behind the back of her head in a full nelson hold.

Caught off-balance, Moira blinked with surprise as she tried to struggle. "What...what are ye doin-?" she shrieked as Mandrill lifted her petite form -her grip released from the sink- into the air. With her ankles still locked behind Mandrill's thighs, Moira was trapped, her entire weight impaled on the great beast's cock like an animal roasting on a spit.

Through her reflection on the unsoiled areas of the mirror, Moira's eyes widened with awe as she saw herself bound up as if offered as a sacrifice; her naked body sweaty and glistening, plump, floppy tits heaving with her breath, rosy-tipped nipples hard as spikes.

But what amazed her the most was between her splayed thighs; below the thick brown nest of pubic hair, Mandrill's swollen cock was gouged balls-deep into Moira's cunt. What wasn't driven into her, she saw that its thickness was even bigger than before, the pink lof hof her labia stretched to expanding, wide enough to fit a golf ball through. Juices seeped from her cunt around Mandrill's girth, dripping off his grapefruit-sized scrotum sack, and she was sure that she saw blood.

Moira didn't have time to react. Slowly Mandrill began working his hips up and down, working his huge cock in and out the wet fold of Moira's cunt. The sound was that of a plunger working a stopped sink. Moira began sobbing again, whimpering incoherent words of sex. Her blue eyes narrowed, teeth gritting, her expression a mixture of pleasure and pain, Moira watched her cunt lips involuntarily encompassing the base of his shaft. Her breasts jiggled and bobbed up and down in time with Mandrill's thrusts, and with each upward bound of his cock, her lower abdominal mound bulges out ever so slightly.

Mandrill's hips were like a perpetual motion machine, his cock pistoning in and out of Moira's tight cunt, his large balls swinging in motion, knocking between his massive thighs. Every time he drew out, his veiny shaft was shiny with her liquids, only to be shoved back in with a wet flatulence sound.

"How sweet the generosity of doctor Man Mandrill grunted in Moira's ear.

Moira could only respond in incoherent chanting and whimpering, tears running down her cheeks.

Losing himself in sexual frenzy, Mall'll's hips upped the tempo, driving his cock faster against her, harder. His glans pummeled her cervix, as Moira's whimpers became shrieks, short, involuntary cries of passion, punctuated by the rapid, wet shucking sounds of cock into cunt. Mandrill's cockstrokes flew faster, his glistening organ a shiny metallic-looking blur, his balls knocking and swinging every which way.

Her climax coming near, Moira began shuddering, her eyes rolled back as she jerked uncontrollably against Mandrill's body. Her legs began sagging, unhooking from behind his thighs to hang limp, completely impaling herself as Mandrill's massive organ drove into her quivering body with inhuman speed. Mandrill grinned like a hungry wolf as he felt Moira's vaginal muscles spasm and grip around his cockshaft.

Moira's body convulsed as if she were trying to tear herself away from the cataclysmic climax that approached, inadvertently jerking up and down on mandrill's cock. Tossing her head side to side, sweaty, cum-stained strands of hair matted to her face. Mandrill slowed down his cockthrusts to a halt, allowing Moira to ride out her climax.

Finally, her body rigidified, arching her back, breasts jutting outward as she reached the pinnacle of her massive orgasm, the very depths of her corruption wrecking her entire body in a massive sensory overload, sending Moira's consciousness screaming into sexual heaven. Moira's then jerked violently as her eyes and mouth opened wide in a silent scream, pupils dilating. Her cunt juices showered out in a fountain around Mandrill's girth, splashing her inner thighs as well as Mandrill's, drenching his balls down to the floor.

Shuddering out the last of her orgasm. Moira went limp like a rag doll, dazed as Mandrill still held her bound by her head and arms. Her eyes crossed, her thin eyebrows crookedly raised. Her vision disoriented as the reflection in the mirror in front of her looked blurry.

"Wakey-wakey, sweet thing," Mandrill growled in her ear.

Moira narrowed her eyes, slowly regaining focus. For a moment she though it was all a dream. Until she tried to move from Mandrill's hold. Her vision becoming clear, she saw her (their) reflection in the mirror; her naked body flushed and weak from climax, arms and head bound by Mandrill's large arms, and a monstrous cock lodged up her sloppy, stretched cunt, her juices running down along her inner thighs.

Moira could feel his cock pulsing inside her canal, and her eyes instantly shot wide open in terror at what was about to happen. In the mirror, Mandrill gave a wide, toothy smile at her from behind her head.

"Wha...what are ye doin?" Moira shrieked as she tried to squirm free, desperately trying to nudge Mandrill's cockshaft out of her. "Take it out! Take it out!"

But Mandrill thrust his hips up slowly, plunging deep into her vaginal sheath, filling it to capacity with his huge cock. "Remember what you said, Doc," he grunted, ready to explode as he slowly thrust in and out of her. "Ya wanted me to fill ya up."

"I didn't mean it!" Moira whimpered, squirming harder to no avail.

"Wouldn't to be great if we had a kid?" Mandrill taunted as he quickened his pace, driving his cock deeper with a vengeance, ramming Moira's cervix with every quick upthrust. "I'm sure you'll have a nice litter of mutant , ea, each one as ugly as sin as me."

"Please..." Moira cried, pleasure overwhelming her again.

As he reached the crest of his climax, Mandrill began grunting, each one growing louder with each thrust of his cock. Moira began whimpering and crying as well, moaning as another climax rose inside her. She was afraid he'd impregnate her, to fill her with his seed until she was overflowing.

Mandrill's hips pistoned faster, his grunts growing louder as Moira's body bounced rapidly up and down on his cock, her sweaty tits flopping. She was losing herself in her ecstasy again, thoughts of being impregnated ebbing away from her mind. Mandrill's thrusts became wilder, more feverish as Moira began bucking back against him.

His time was about to come as both Mandrill and Moira's moans grew louder, both ending together in an orgasmic howl; Moira's body shuddered again as another climax gave way, anointing her inner thighs with her juices once again. By the time she was through, Mandrill gave a loud grunt as he released his sperm, gushing into Moira's body, spurting around his massive cock as it flooded out of Moira's spasming cunt, adding his juices to hers in a messy puddle between his feet.

Mandrill was still spurting as he yanked Moira off him. His cock at half-mast, the plum-sized glans ejaculating its sperm in a white arc onto the mirror's surface. Mandrill arched his back, threw his head in a triumphant mix of growling and moaning as he continued firing his seed, splattering the mirror in a creamy white coating as he held the naked, sweaty body of Dr. Moira MacTaggart under his arm.

Moira was limp, weakened from exhaustion and multiple orgasms. She was bent over Mandrill's arm, her head upside down, wet strands of her brown hair hanging below. Between her legs, she could view what was left of the mirror's reflection: the flushed, reddened cheeks of her ass, a cocktail of hers and Mandrill's sex juices dripping down her thighs, as well as Mandrill's still stiff organ, jetting off the remnants of his seed.

The last image Moira saw in the mirror before it was comply coy covered in Mandrill's semen was the expression on her face:

Full of sorrow and shame.