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A Zoo... for You.

Novel By: Spyguy
Erotica



Because I've included much of this story in the comments section, you'll miss much of what the story is about if you don't read the chapter summaries for each chapter...

Menagerie of a zoo...

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Submitted:Nov 15, 2013    Reads: 350    Comments: 5    Likes: 4   


By the time I got into the examination room, Tom already had her hooked up to those dreadfull machines... Strapped down, not able to move, with those accursed leaches attached to her temples to prevent the headaches they always got as the milk was so quickly sucked from those precious, & perfectly lucious melons... As I feared, he'd already had his electric Eels perform their evil, the shock that sent her nervous system into oblivion... Doing the worst to her poor nervous system, & he was watching lecherously as the accursed contraption that he called a "Relief Machine" sucked the great quantities of sweet, creamy, delectable, liquid-gold droplets from the ends of those heavenly nipples that my mind had already previously claimed as my own... Yet, so wantonly I just watched, transfixed as the objects of my obsession were ravenously beset upon by those twin heavy arms, ending in those yellow, ugly, inhumane gigantic octopus suckers... The very tips of which were the 4 inch round, rubbery, all-inclusive nipple stimulators... Honey, equipted with a SCUBA apparatus, floating... No, better put, embraced within the eight arms of the monster... Poised within it's huge salt-water tank, the intelligent eyes of the monstrous creature unblinkingly looking on, obviously, & apparantly he was aware of what he did, at least at some level, & the whole while "Dr." Tom sitting across the room there, non-chalantly gazing at my Honey... Looking deep in thought, as he sat there, mentally in a concentrated daze... Commanding those surgery enhanced, sucking orbs at the pinacle of each of the two arms attached to her succulent breasts... The organic milking machine which he'd engineered, his "Pride & joy", exulting in his mind, as it drew large quantities of valuable milk out of the free-flowing nipples of this, his newest victim. What could I do? The look of sheer bliss & abandon on my angelic Honey's face was something I didn't have the heart to interupt... Even if I could have, which I'm not 100% sure that I could have done anyway... (After all I can't control that monster... So I mentally self-stimulated, I watched, soaking my own pants as I lasciviously viewed my love being pleasured by the arms of a monster, at the fingers of an alien to her race, her pulse racing, body shuddering to her own internal climaxes, those lusious vibrations repeatedly wracking her body in it's own series of unconcious sexual abandon... The dreams that she'll have from this will cause her severe phycological pain & problems if she's like all of the other subjects of this sick man's invention... I can't allow that... But I have no control of either slowing or stopping it... Somehow I've GOT to find a way to help her through those dreams because that's not a consequence that I can or will tolerate...

Back in the present, back in the room; now that my Honey's in a state of sub-consious oblivion, a no-man's-land in her mind... [I knew the sadistic bastard couldn't be trusted]... [Yet, maybe better stated, he could be COUNTED ON to excersize his own perverted control in this way, to my ultimate shame]... He is going to perpetrate the ultimate degradation on this poor innocent girl, I would accuse him of doing it to get himself off on it, but I already know that he is "Broken", (Can't seem to get-maintain-or-excersize an erection, and nobody seems to know why... Maybe he took too many experimental drugs as a younger man), so I know that's just not it... He just laughs maniacially & scrunches his face in concentration as his pet reaches out with two more of those massive arms & easily, & without any effort at all, lifts her body up positioning her to the master's liking, which happens to be facing both of us with that heavenly flesh-pot that resides between those two perfectly formed legs... [I still don't completely understand how he can command the monster such]... I draw in a labored breath, staring at the heaven she's made of as he reaches into the tank & nonchalantly and without cerimony, removes her sweet panties, bringing them to his nose, & experimentally sniffs them... Curse him & his callus, abrasive ways...

I can smell her sweet nectar-dew from across the room & it does something to my ability to function just being in the same room with this siren, & especially in her aroused state, without even any further stimuli on his or her part...

[Maybe I'm just a week-minded twit as Tony says, maybe he's right about me, & I don't truly deserve anyone as sweet, perfect, & heavenly as this angel whose mother rightfully named her Honey as there is nothing so sweet anywhere... Maybe I don't, but I am going to have her anyway... I've decided, & only death will sway me in this quest...]

She's now spread-eagled with the petals of her perfect, orchid-flower vagina calling to me like the loudest bull-horn on earth... It takes every last ounce of resistance, & strength that I possess to not utterly jump forward & bury my face into the tank with the "Oh-so-perfect" orifice and then lick that crinckled bottom all over that's so closely attached...

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He has been watching her pulse rate, her fluttering eyes, her filling milk bottles, her temperature... Everything but what I am so intent on standing & watching, he's too busy having his "Fun" with her to even realize that this is a perfect specimen of a woman so brazenly displayed, so deliciously spead wide open for a sensual smorgasborg of pleasure... A 3-4 inch incessantly sucking tenticle attached to her clit, a slightly larger 5 inch one sucking at the vaginal lips, the three finger tip sized end of it's tentacle just barely penetrating the entrance to her exquisite pussy, and another 4 incher provokatively covering & sucking at her anal opening, both nipples being attended to & other selected spots on her body simultaneously & yet, somehow gently and lovingly stimulated by that over-grown monstrosity... She was in the throes of the most complete & all-body-consuming, titilating, & fully encompassing orgasm of a poor innocent life, & all Tom could do was to watch the bottles of the fluids from the sucking cones attached at each of her nipples, collecting her breast-milk as they fill to overflowing, only to be replaced, & be refilled again three times each, as well as the bigger, twenty three gallon tank collecting the pumped off pool of her ejaculate from between her legs, (A filtration system keeping the ejaculate seperate from the sea-water)... Finally it was over, (Even he realized that he'd take too much out of her if he allowed her even one more of those over-stimulated climaxes... And even Tom didn't want her to be a totally destroyed specimen. He would say it wouldn't be good for future studies...) Yes, he was a real piece of work, it wasn't for her that he worried, only in a small way, mostly it was for what she could provide for his twisted sense of future, a mere shadow of what she truly represented, yet he was unaware of her true worth, he was broken to being able to fully enjoy her best... Or want for her body...

I come to my senses, realizing that my pants are soaked, they must weigh an additional ten pounds now that I've been seeing & smelling this carnal feast of perfection... Yet, I'm powerless to stop the torture... Nor am I sure that I truly want to anymore, I'm a bit too involved... This is just too much sensory overload for my confused mind to handle... I stare at her, transfixed... Dumbly petrified as I am awed & disabled in thought gawking at this delightful spectacle, too paralyzed to respond in any way other than by sweating profusely, cum leaking passionately, breath abated, fever high... It doesn't compare to anything else I've ever experianced... She then convulses for a final time with those rubbery tenticles now gently detaching as her body begins to settle itself back into reality as the living, & twiching "Stimulation machine" as I call it, lifts her out onto the gurney carefully, & then, as always, receeds back into it's accursed tank until the next time Tony summons it to do his dirty work with another unsuspecting victim...

This, I mentally promise myself will be the last time that "My Honey" has to endure that kind of sensory overloaded & torturous painful joy. I will provide all of the stimulus that she'll ever need from now on out... Except that I know that I still can't completely prevent more from happening to her... Yet... But the time will come when she belongs to only me...

This I mentally vow as Tom yells out my name to come & help him disengage her, clean off her mess, & prepare her for when she awakens, as at this moment as she's covered with her own spendings, some spilt milk, & the saltwater & seaweed from the monster's tank...

The best part of it? I get to bathe her in the shower, which I can't wait to do, because even though he'll be watching me to be sure I don't penetrate her, he'll still allow me to achieve my climax since he's installed filters now in the shower drain to retrieve all my spunk, & he knows I'll be able to give so much more in her physical embrace than I would if I had just given her a sponge bath... Plus this way she gets cleaner... After I climax with all the spendings I'm capable of, & have finished cleaning her up... So there's less likelihood that she'll know conciously what has happened... He is devious... But, at least I get a good release as I hold my Honey close & pretend that she's aware of my generous spurts all over her precious body, & the gorgeous golden shower that I give her after I'm spent... Also, I think he likes the pheramones that they exude after that experience...

Well my dears, this is now the time to tell me if you're liking the adventure, or if you would like to see any changes in venue for the future... I aim to please the "Honey's" of my world...





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