Beauty And The Beast Ch 01 6

Note: this is my first post here. Right now it's just teasing, but for those of you who sympathize with the poor beast--don't worry, you won't have to wait too long; he won't be blueballed forever, and eventually gets revenge on his cruel mistress.

She has taken to calling it "the beast."

The creature resembles what she imagines a minotaur might look like... large, burly, with short, black fur, and a somewhat animalistic face... yet humanoid, as well. It has been imprisoned in their facility for some time, in a holding cell far removed from the rest of the complex.

Research has been proceeding well; much has been gained for science. Recently, she drew the short straw, so to speak, and has been elected to collect semen samples from the thing.

While he is otherwise free to spend time in his room, and has freedom of movement--before the semen collection procedure begins, the locks engage, and he is gradually brought to a working position: bound hand and foot against the wall, facing outwards, with his arms and legs spread.

At first, she proceeds in a rather matter-of-fact way; beginning by entering the chamber and snapping on a bright green rubber glove. She can already see the bulk of his genitalia out of the corner of her eye. They hang there, heavy and potent.

As he notices her, to her mild embarrassment, he grows semi-hard, his nakedness filling with life at the sign of the beautiful female. Even her conservative labcoat doesn't seem to hide her figure sufficiently to reduce his lust.

This is so humiliating...

she thinks. But she swallows her pride and--for the sake of science--she reaches out and takes his penis in her hand. He jolts at the sudden feeling, and she jolts back, intimidated by the creature's huge size. If it weren't for these gravlocks, he could easily maim or kill her. Even from down here below, the breath from his nostrils is hot and heavy, increasing in pressure and frequency when she handles his manhood. It's huge, along with a heavy ballsack--and, to the best of her memory, his genitals generally resemble those of a human male--although they also seem... equine, bovine? She can clearly distinguish the head of the penis. But she doesn't want to look at it too long. It's impossibly large and intimidating--and the longer she looks at it, the more she almost feels hypnotized by the obscene organ, the raw power of it. Her whole body begins to feel warm, beginning with her clitoris and nipples, then moving down to her vulva and through her breasts, until it's like her whole body is melting... but she shakes her head, turning away. The thing is practically an animal, it would be humiliating to be turned on by it.

What am I even supposed to do here?

She thinks. She jiggles the floppy cock from side to side, and is rewarded by a groan of pleasure from above.

Ok...

she slowly starts to pump it, massaging the shaft, and it quickly grows hard, swelling against her hand (she is too ginger to masturbate the beast with more than one hand) until her treatment has made him rock hard, his cock laced with tense, pressured veins.

She finds the whole process embarrassing. While she feels an undercurrent of pleasure taking care of this enormous organ, she would rather not admit to herself she's actually aroused by such a beast. So while she turns away, she dutifully works the cock, pumping it up and down until he tenses up--and, almost to her surprise, begins to pulse, bouncing up and down as it gushes squirt after squirt of hot, gooey semen onto the cell floor. She fumbles for the collection container and quickly pivots it so that his geyser of an organ is shooting his hot essence into it. After about 15-20 deep squirts (far more than suffices to fill the container), the job is done. She peels the glove off her hand, tosses it in the trash, and leaves.

This continues for a few days... but one day, something upsets her routine. While pumping at his organ, looking away, she gets a message on her phone while he is near climaxing and she stops manipulating his cock so she can take care of it. He groans at the sudden withdrawal of stimulation, bucking his hips, suddenly frustrated and needing her touch... and this sparks some dark desire in her, some pleasure in his discomfort. She begins to tease him for longer and longer before letting him achieve the overwhelming relaxing of release. Then, once sufficient samples of his heavy, hot sperm have been collected (more than sufficient, really. His powerful cock and balls never failed to flood the container she was provided to gather their hot, fertile product, until finally she had to custom order a gallon sized collection tube), her duties conclude, and she assumes she won't see him any longer.

But then, one night, she sneaks in after hours... she can't stop thinking about his monster cock... his whole body flexing wildly, straining with muscular exertion, his cock foremost, sticking straight up, rock hard, rigid like a flagpole, teased to the limit, bursting with desire... and she starts to tease him... she engages the gravity locks which bind him in place, enters the chamber, and starts toying with him. Teasing him, just to make him writhe.

She comes in and lifts her skirt, smiling as she reveals her panties. She pushes them down a little, just enough that he can see the edge of her pubic hair. It's downy and soft, like the rest of her. He can only imagine what her womanhood is like, buried in those panties, surrounded by warm pubic hair, bathing her femininity in her scent. Her femininity, gentle and ready for him... he bucks against the locks, crazed with desire, but he can't get to her, and that delights her.

She turns, lifts her skirt again, and reveals her ass. She tilts forward gently, slowly presenting herself to him, a shameless invitation to rough, aggressive coupling which he can't accept. It's maddening, but he can't reach her. His cock tenses, along with the rest of his muscles as he jerks against the restraints, fruitlessly.

Finally, she approaches him in nothing but panties, her gentle, squishy, warm, pillowy body just beyond the reach of his straining, rock hard cock... he's bucking towards her, desperately, but he can't touch her.

After hours of this cruel play, with a single finger, she gently grazes the side of his cockhead, and he orgasms instantly, spraying his hot, pent-up seed across the room, moaning with satisfaction, chest heaving and cock bobbing with each squirt as he spends himself entirely, painting even the opposing wall of the room with his fertility.

This doesn't do much to reduce his arousal, though. As soon as he finishes squirting his desire out, the sight of her soft, smooth body quickly causes his member to stiffen again. He could probably go on cumming like this for a while, she thinks. His large balls hang weighty in their sack, constantly churning with new seed, reinforcing his powerful virility in every way. But this one time will have to do. She picks up her folded up clothes, dresses again (gently teasing him all the while), and departs, her pussy soaked and burning with pleasure over the power she has, her clit almost stinging with delight--stepping carefully to avoid any contact with the massive streaks of hot seed on the floor, even as her warm cunt gently drools through her panties onto her thigh. At the feeling of her juice leaking onto herself, she pauses, mid-step, and smiles, delighted by an idea. She squats over his semen and pulls her panties to the side, taking care so that he can't see her soft entrance--only what comes out of it. He trembles with frustration at the sight of what her cunt drools out: a rope of viscous lubricant onto the floor. She looks up at him and smiles as the leaky slime of her arousal mingles with his steaming ejaculate. She returns her panties to place, and stands, proud of her emission. Her girl juice and his man juice mingle together on the floor with indescribable intimacy, which only adds to his frustration. Then she turns, gets dressed again, and leaves, leaving the beast straining fruitlessly in his frustration.