Surrender

Your legs are burning, your chest aches and your hair hangs in your face with sweat. You can hardly lift your arms into a combat stance. The sight of the gorilla, leaping with fury and ease up the rockpile you have climbed, twists your guts into a knot. Exhausted and unarmed, you recognize your own defeat.

The immense, gray hose of its cock and massive testicles swinging between its legs promise your fate. You backpedal to the precarious edge of the rockpile. The gorilla is snorting with excitement and nearly to the top. You can smell its musty fur.

With a hopeless sigh you do what all of your instincts tell you not to. You fall to your knees and turn your back. Too tired to even remain on hands and knees, your cheek and breasts fall forward against the rocks and you thrust your ass up into the air. At least you won't have to watch what is about to happen.

The gorilla-thing leaps to the top of the pile with a clatter of loose stones. It bellows triumphantly when it sees you with your ass presented. It falls quiet for a moment, but you can sense it coming closer, then you feel a gust of hot air across the backs of your legs and over your arms. It is smell your backside. Huge hands take hold of your khaki shorts and the gorilla-thing yanks them, along with your cotton panties, roughly down, exposing your firm cheeks, quivering and damp with sweat. It lowers its snout and sniffs again, warm breath flowing over your bare pussy and up your crack.

"Oh God," you cry, antcipating its terrible cock.

"Good woman," the gorilla surprises you by speaking. "You take Gillo seed."

Your heart sinks and your fears are further confirmed as it yanks again at your shorts, shucking shorts and panties violently down your thighs and practically tying you together by your knees. It grunts and lays a massive hand across your lower back, pushing hard enough that your knees and face dig painfully against the rocks. The moist, fist-sized head of the gorilla-thing's cock thumps against your ass and smears warm liquid across your cheek. The gorilla is above you, breathing heavily, its warm fur against your thighs and knees. The hose of its cock is like a heavy, hot snake that drags across your crack. It lifts and a moment later you feel the damp cockhead pressing at your ass.

"No, oh god, no!" you cry.

The monkey howls, deafening, and in one motion impales your virgin ass on its massive cock. Your breath catches in your throat. The pain is white-hot and you scream as the gorilla-thing's cock rams past your sphincter, stretching it nearly to tearing, pushing inch after inch into you with such ferocity that you feel as if you might die from the size of it.

The gorilla-thing squats behind you and rests its massive size on its arms, which pin your body to the ground and hold your ass in the air. It slams your agonized shit-hole with the same rage it showed in its pursuit. Each thrust buries two feet of primate prick in your punished pucker and each swing of its simian hips withdraws the shuddering shaft until the bulging head feels as if it might squeeze out from your bowels. It never does. The gorilla pauses at each ****, withdraws slowly, but each time slams into you with such **** tears flow from your eyes and its massive balls thump against your cunt.

Whatever this Gillo creature lacks in tenderness it makes up for in staying power. It hammers your poor ass until your gaping hole is numb, smothering you beneath the heavy blnaket of its hairy body. After endless minutes of grunting and shifting your guts with its huge prick its sounds begin to intensify, building slowly towards a bestial roar. It thrusts into you with ever more ****, the precum from its cock by now frothing at your crack and slopping down in warm trailings over your pink pussy.

"You make Gillo this way," roars the gorilla-thing. "You deserve seed!"

"Ahhhhh!" you cry as it beats its heavy balls against your tender mound and skewers you to the hilt again and again on its throbbing cockhose. It rears back, beating its chest and roaring so loudly you scream. You feel its balls shudder against you and a muscular pull on its cock. It swells inside you and bursts, throbbing and pumping massive, scalding jets of cum into your bowels. Each thrust is accompanied by another contracting along the length of the cock and another warm release into your depths, overflowing you in warm gushes.

Gillo finally pulls free, its swollen cock releasing from your insides with a pop of suction. Cum boils out of your abused ass even as it sprays a final, hot rope across your back. It bludgeons your battered backdoor with its cockhead, milking out droplets that land on your bare legs and spatter across your ass cheeks. Its breathing suddenly goes quiet and you hear a clatter of rocks.

As suddenly as your attack began, it is over. The gorilla-thing has filled you with its cum and left you, stripped and drenched, ass-in-the-air, but alive.

It takes you several minutes to gather your strength. You wipe away your tears and as you sit the cum drains from your gaped sphincter. The muscles are numb and slow to return to their original position. Your clothes are torn, but you salvage them and clean up as best you can in a nearby stream. There is no further sign of the gorilla.

Alone at last, you rely on your training to regain your senses. What scared you most about the attack by the gorilla-thing is that by the end you were enjoying it. Could you be the same sort of shameless slut as Winny? The thought turns your stomach anew, and so does the thought that she might have witnessed your humbling attack by the gorilla-thing.

"Okay, Heather," you say to yourself, trying to put aside your fears, "Which way now?"

You recall there was a village of some sort to the south. Maybe they have a boat. North is the compound where the academy personnel remain. You could head east to where the plane went down or west towards the white city and blue lakes as well, but you figure your best bet is to head to the compound or travel towards the much-nearer fishing village.