The Beast Within

John was already hard, and pushed me down on my back. He took hold of my nipples and squeezed them tightly, then he took one in his mouth, pulling it hard so that I almost lifted. I managed to make my cry of pain sound more like a monkey screech and he did what I had been wanting him to do since the night before, and we both climaxed quickly. He reached up to unbuckle the collar, and dropped it to the floor. He ran his tongue around my lips and to my surprise I could feel them puff up a little, growing hard. John must have felt it too as his eyebrows lifted. I reached for his cock, and it felt thick and very warm, but he did not let it near me at first. His hand was in my cunt, pushing, and I pushed my legs apart exposing myself to his manipulations. I rocked myself on his hand, trying to make him go deeper, all the time running my hand up and down his shaft. He pulled himself away, taking me unawares. He was now kneeling between my legs, and could feel the moisture on my pussy. He pushed into me, looking me straight in the eyes. We were not touching except at the pelvis, and he held himself away from me, thrusting gently, exciting me, but not enough to make me come. I tried to push against him, desperate for relief, but he stopped moving when I did that. He was making it very plain who was in charge of this fuck, and it wasn't me. Then he held himself on one hand as the other grasped a nipple and twisted it hard as he rocked, pushing into me with all his strength. Afterwards he complimented me on my pure animal scream, but that wasn't deliberate. I threw my head backwards so all I could see was the wall as I opened myself to him. I came close to passing out and was woken as he slapped me gently, enough to wake me up, not enough to hurt. I felt him lift me, and I slept in his arms.

*************

When I woke, I was lying on the kitchen floor wearing the collar. The loop of the leash was around one leg of the kitchen table. It wasn't heavy, I could have moved it, but this is obviously where John intended me to stay, so I stayed. There was water in one of the dog bowls, near enough for me to reach so I got down on all fours and lapped at it. I could hear John on the phone, but he was not near enough for me to hear what as being said.

He put down the phone and opened the door. Patronisingly he patted me on the head, like I was a dog (rather than a monkey!).

'Good Girl, feeling better now'

I nodded, not sure if that was allowed by an animal, but since John seemed perfectly happy with me doing it, I was happy.

He reached down and removed the collar, making me human again.

'Professor Burt sends his love'

'Is that oo you phoned?'

John laughed, gently as I struggled with the 'W' sound.

'Yeah, I wanted the number for some people I want you to visit. You'll like what they do.'

I tried to say 'What do they do' but 'D' sounds are almost as difficult as 'W's and he chuckled, realising what I was stumbling to say.

'Never you mind. You'll see.'

Two weeks later he came home from work and parked the car in the garage. That was unusual. Although we can access the garage from the house, John usually leaves it in the drive.

He said nothing as he came in, just put on my collar, prepared my hated dog bowls, and cooked himself a steak supper. My stomach was growling as he led me into the garage. He opened the back hatch of the car and revealed a large wooden box.

'We can't have you showing your hairiness in public, so you are travelling in the box.'

He helped me climb in and then closed the box and strapped it in, so that I was both safe and caged. The box had air holes, but I couldn't see anything as we drove away. He stopped to close the garage, and then took to the road.

It was hot in the box, and I was dozing when I heard him get out to access a security gate. When he got back in we drove down a gravel path for quite a long way before he stopped. He opened the box and removed my collar, putting it carefully in his pocket.

I had no idea where we were, and profoundly worried about my hairiness and nakedness being exposed.

John held my arm.

'Don't be nervous, this is the couple I told you about.'

The door was opened by a woman who was immaculately dressed and about my age. John introduced her as 'Debbie' and she said we must come into the kitchen to meet her husband, Brian.

When we got into the kitchen Brian was facing away from us, doing something at the sink. He turned to greet us, and I got the shock of my life. Brian was a big man, well over 6 feet tall, and very muscular. But that was not what grabbed my attention. As well as hairy hands and feet like mine, his face was chimp like. His lips were like mine, but his face was as hairy as my body. Debbie introduced us, and he smiled and waved. The warmth in his eyes took away all impressions of something inhuman. I smiled back. I couldn't help noticing a large cage in the room, containing two dog bowls. I wondered about that, but felt too awkward to ask. This was the first time for ages that I had spent time with anyone apart from John, and I was aware that he found difficulty understanding me at times, even though he was getting used to the distortions caused by my lips.

Debbie led us back to the main room, with Brian coming up behind

Debbie quickly filled us in on their deal (although I am fairly sure that John knew all about it already).

She told us that Brian was human, but if she called him by his animal name 'Tarken' he was to become animal, take off his clothes and become purely animal. Tarken was fabulous in bed, she revealed, but if she didn't need him there he lived in the cage downstairs, which was strengthened and fastened with two large padlocks. In the cage he could let himself become totally animal. Brian's lack of speech was because he had been operated on so that all he could do was growl, roar and screech.

Debbie raised her voice 'Tarken!'

Brian stood up and removed his clothes before stooping into a chimp stance.

Ashamed of myself, I could not help looking at his genitals. Like mine they were grey, but as he sat in the position I often assumed, he stuck out, huge. I couldn't take my eyes away.

Debbie fixed a metal collar around 'Tarken's' neck with a padlock.

'Come along' she said to us as she led him into the kitchen. He growled, but followed. He submitted meekly as she ordered him into the cage and locked it. Then he grabbed hold of the bars and tried to shake them.

'He is more fun later if I keep him locked up '

It was hot in the kitchen, and Tarken gave off a rich smell as he lifted his arms to pull at the bars. All that hair was not comfortable in the heat. I could feel sweat on my body as well, and hoped I did not smell as bad.

Eventually Debbie undid the cage, and held Tarken's collar. I was glad he was wearing the heavy metal thing, not me. We were taken back to the main room, where Debbie poured drinks for herself and John.

John ordered me to sit, and, not thinking, I assumed my normal stance. I soon realised that Debbie was smiling, and that Tarken, who was sitting in the same stance had a hard-on. A very large hard-on! He still sat, however, passive at her feet as she held on to his chain.

John undid my collar, and Debbie asked me if I would like to try an hour or so in the cage. My immediate answer was no, but then John stroked me, lovingly, encouraging. After being shut in the box to get here I didn't feel quite so strongly against a little imprisonment, and agreed. Without a word John held up the collar, as a query, and I shuffled over to him to surrender myself to my animal.

Realising that I was new to this, and that it was much more scary than John thought, Debbie asked me to stay in the cage unlocked for fifteen minutes. If I left the cage, that would be okay, if I stayed then they would lock me in for real for two hours.

Five minutes later I was huddled in the bottom of the cage. She had removed the food bowls, and now the cage was completely bare. She closed the door, but did not lock it, as she had promised.

'Enjoy' she urged.

'Be your animal' John added quietly.

I shuffled around on the concrete floor of the cage for a bit then sat. I noticed that unconsciously, I was acting like an animal and pacing the cage. I wanted to be out, but yet could not bring myself to open the door. That would be denying the animal side I was keen to encourage.

Fifteen minutes were soon up, and without saying anything to me Debbie and John, working together, slid the bolts and closed the padlocks. Now I was stuck there.

The lights were turned off, and I paced, more animal now. I tried my best to walk bowlegged to reinforce my 'inner beast' and bent my legs so that I could walk with my knuckles close to the floor. I had no idea how long I had been caged when I caught myself growling, softly. I wondered if the others could hear me, and growled more loudly, shaking the bars on the door. I surprised myself when I was seized with a burst of real anger. I roared and pulled on the bars hard, hoping for release. Silence! I didn't know if they couldn't hear me, or if they were letting me suffer. I growled again. Nothing.

I did my monkey-sit on the floor, and cried.

Eventually I took back control of myself. Thinking about it, I was not sure what had made me cry. Part of it, undoubtedly, was the imprisonment, but more so I was frightened that I had let the animal part take total control as I roared. Then I remembered John's words - 'Be your animal'

What I had done was just that. I let my frustration at the imprisonment out, growling , screeching and shaking the bars.

It seemed a long time before they released me. By then I was exhausted and lying on the floor. As the light turned on, I considered moving from my current position, lying with my legs splayed, as indecorous as I could be. Then I gave an inward grin - what the Hell, I was an animal, if my position turned people on it wasn't my fault was it? I stayed as I was (well, maybe I opened my legs a little more) as the others entered.

Brian was dressed again, and he helped John unlock the cage before holding out his hand to help me up, grinning at me. I wished he could talk because I really wanted to know how he felt about the way he was treated, although I felt I understood more about it now.

***************

I struggled to get out of the box when we got home; I was stiff and a little sore. Concerned, John helped me into the house, and sat me down (for once in a chair) before handing me a drink.

'Toni?' He looked at me, worried. 'Were you okay with that?'

I nodded, and he continued.

'I felt so guilty when I heard you growl, but Denise said it was nothing to worry about, and that you'd eventually accept the situation. And you were really quiet afterwards, I knew you were upset.'

'The cage wasn't too bad once I got used to it, it was the fact that I allowed myself to be pure animal, to the extent of deliberately allowing myself to let out my anger and fear. And after that I displayed myself for you and Brian.'

'I didn't mind, and I don't think for a moment Brian did.'

'In a way I was trying to punish you both. It wasn't that I felt horny, I just wanted you two to feel that way - and not be able to do anything about it.'

John laughed, relieved

'You little minx!'

I carefully put down my drink and laid on the floor, exactly as I had in the cage - only this time he would be able to see that I was wet. John got up and left the room. I felt a little silly, and wondered where he had gone, and whether I ought to move. He left me there for several minutes before he came back, holding the collar. I sat up, so that he could fix it in place, then lay back down, splayed.

He took my arms, holding them firmly - tighter than he needed to, but I guess he needed to feel in charge again. His legs were on top of mine pressing down hard, and he entered me quickly, spurting almost immediately. I pushed against him, seeking a climax, but he pulled out.

'Get up' he growled, his voice deep and angry-sounding.

I stood up, and he pulled me to the kitchen, and tied my leash to the leg of the table. I knew it was punishment for what I had done to him at Debbie's house, but that didn't make it easier.

'Don't you touch yourself. You deserve to suffer a bit of frustration.'

I heard him go into the front room, and settle down. Then I heard him grunt - the bastard was coming again - without me. I screeched in my frustration, and heard him laugh before he went upstairs.

I lay on the cold tiles. Bored and frustrated. He had not even left me a bowl of water.

At last he came back.

'Shall I take the collar off?'

Collared and unable to speak I shook my head. Without a word he removed the leash from the table, and I followed him upstairs.

He gently touched my pussy, then my nipples, then my lips.

'Let it out' he whispered.

I knew exactly what he meant and growled my frustration.

He got off bed where he was lying and I growled again. John tied the leash to the knob on the end of the bed, so that I had to stand on my hands and knees. Again I growled, and he laughed. By now I was soaking wet, and wanted him inside me, but he just stroked me lightly.

'Come on, more animal' he whispered, still keeping away from the area I wanted his attention.

I screeched, and then, to my own surprise, got into my sit position, and bounced on my feet in anger'

Now he touched my head, gently whispering 'Is that the best you can do?'

My growl was loud and I stood at a crouch hissing at him.

'That's more like it.'

He loosened the leash, allowing me to turn, but not be free to move away from him.

'Now display for me, like the big, fierce, ugly animal you are'

That was it. He knew just the words to get to me. I lost it completely. I could not reach to hurt him, but I raised myself up so I was standing, although still stooped and I opened my legs to show him what he was missing.

Then he stood before, teasing me again as he slowly took off his shirt, then his trousers. He did not hurry, and I had built up such a rage that I growled again, and hissed.

He pushed me backwards and was on me immediately. I tried pull away from him but he was too strong and held me down until he was good and ready. It was rough, but that was what I needed, and I screeched at him to urge him on. This time I came first, and collapsed, exhausted, letting have his way. He lay on top of me, heavy, and I relaxed, letting him rest. I heard his breathing slow, knowing he had dropped off.

Much later he rolled off me, muttering in his sleep, but I stayed where I was, still held in place by the collar. I moved into the new position I had found, legs splayed and arms stretched loosely above my head - another purely monkey position.

I woke when there was a touch on my neck. I was being pulled by the leash to the edge of the bed. He tightened it, so that I was again on all fours. He prepared me gently, stroking my boobs and pussy lips before taking me gently. We swayed together as he pumped and I forgot to turn my scream of release into a chimp screech as we finished in unison.

That day, which was a Sunday, John kept me as a human all day. I did not tell him, but I had to admit that was almost uncomfortable. I had got used to being animal during some of the day, and most evenings.

He cooked a really special meal, and we as we ate it I remembered that it was a long time since he had done that - he was an excellent chef.

As we cuddled on the sofa I felt awkward sitting normally, but he kissed me gently, but not sexually, and I knew something was on his mind. At last he told me:

'What did you think about Tanken?' he asked. 'How he looks?'

'It was a bit of shock just to see it like that. But I suppose it would be okay when you got used to it. I don't think I would like it though.' I lied.

Actually I had thought hard about it when he had been sleeping, and tried to picture myself like that, with nothing human visible any more. The thought was actually less scary than the original 'hairy back' plan had been at the time. It probably made the 'letting out the beast' thing easier. But I didn't tell John any of this - yet. Again I would need time to think it through.

He accepted my words but looked disappointed. A little later we went to bed. Knowing that he had been disappointed by my answer to his question, I was determined to make it up to him. I was first to bed, and pulled the covers back, splaying myself so that he could see me in all my chimp glory. When he lay beside me I moved to stretch myself over him, knowing he would feel my excitement as my nipples grew to their full size and hardened. I felt his cock grow in answer. He looked me in the eye and I nodded. Softly I made a chimp screech as I felt him in me. His arms held me gently, but his cock used me long and hard as I surrendered to him. Slowly and deliberately I stretched my legs wide, showing my grey pussy lips to him, inviting him to take me. I screeched again as he came pounded into me, pleasing himself ignoring any feelings I may have. A few minutes later he came within me, hard. This was John showing me HIS animal side, and I reacted, as expected, by letting my animal take over and cumming massively.

***********

While John was at work next day I did not keep up my 'chimp' behaviour, but wrote him a letter. These days, when I allowed myself to do it, it was easier express myself on paper than wrestling with moving my lips to form the words.

I told him that I was fully prepared to have my face changed as Brian/Tarken's had been. That was the easy part to write - I knew I wanted it, and I knew why I wanted it.

Much harder was the decision to lose my voice. Although speech was difficult these days, I could tell John whatever I wanted, if I copied Brian all I would be able to do was growl and screech. While this was fine for making love and protesting at frustration, it would make it difficult to tell John that we needed more milk, or whatever. I took refuge in the bathroom, talking to myself (which is not usually a habit of mine) while watching my mouth form the words. Then I tried words such as those with a 'W' in, which I found difficult to produce. That decided me - I didn't want to frustrate myself trying to say the difficult words when I could be more animal and not speak at all. I outlined this in the letter, confessing how hard the decision had been to make.

I wanted the cage. Being locked in had been frightening, very much so, but the animal rage that had filled me had been both terrifying and exciting. It had brought me much closer to the animal part of me that John was trying to release. I wanted it too.

I pulled my legs up, until I was monkey-sitting on the computer chair, something I had never done before. Just thinking about the cage had turned me on. I turned off the computer for a while, and went to the bedroom where I masturbated furiously!

Back at the computer I struggled with the practical aspects of a cage. I would not need one as big as Brian's but it would have to be large enough to allow me to move round and pace. The kitchen was far too small, so were the rooms upstairs, and we did not have a spare room. I soon resigned myself to the fact that the only place was the garage. I wasn't keen on that - I would be too far away from things, then realised that was partly the point - to emphasise the animal and discourage me from feeling human. I still didn't like it though.

Eventually I decided to let the animal in me decide. Luckily the garage door to the street was shut, and John had the car, so I felt free to walk in there. I did something I had never done before, and buckled on my leash myself. This immediately made me more animal, and I shuffled into the garage. It was cold in there, but the hair kept me warm and I sat there for half an hour, soaking up the feel of the place. It smelt of oil, and cleaning fluids, and was gloriously untidy. I tried to imagine myself held here for as long as John required. I still wasn't sure.