A Nightmare of Understanding
I walked along the hillside looking at the beautiful flowers and smelling their combined scent fill my nose. I was walking barefoot in the tall grass the slightly cool and moist soil soothing my feet. The sun was bright and strong in the sky as it let its rays fall upon me. I came to my blanket on the hill and sat down still taking in the wonderful aroma of the flowers. A gently breeze forced the grass to sway at its might and grace moved across the ground. The warm air felt good on my skin and I was happy to be relaxing on such a wonderful day.
I heard Jack coming up from behind me hoping through the grass with ease. I smiled as his long neck reached over my shoulder and he turned his head to look into my eyes. His hands started to rub my arms and he licked my cheek. I laid down on my back to get a better look at him. He was a beautiful kangaroo with his short tan fur in the light and his strong muscular legs and neck moving in smooth movements. I motioned him to sit next to me and he laid on his side. I started to rub his tummy and side as he looked into my eyes. I loved him so much and in return he would do anything, even give his life to keep me from harm. For all the torture he had endured and the hatred for humans one would expect, nothing but happiness flooded his mind. He started to purr and I felt so wonderful I almost cried. He rolled onto his back and looked into the sky. I got onto his stomach and laid over him wrapping my arms around him. He smiled at me and started to lick my face.
“You are such a wonderful roo, I will love you forever,” I said knowing it made him feel good to hear my voice.
His arms started to rub my sides and his legs and tail encircled my body, “I love you too,” he replied.
I gave him a passionate kiss before letting my head rest on his chest. He started to gently rock side to side still purring and rubbing me with his limbs. I knew he wanted me to relax and go to sleep in his arms and it wasn’t long before I became drowsy. I think he just likes to watch me sleep sometimes, but it is an amazing way to sleep and more comfortable than an extra soft bed. I finally closed my eyes and fell into dreamland still tucked tightly in his embrace.
At first there was nothing but darkness but that soon changed. I found myself in my living room with Jack. We laid down on the large couch to watch tv. I was naked as I usually am around the house and his tail snaked between my legs and up to my breasts. His neck towered over me and began to lick my neck. It was a wonderful thing he did. He always knew how to turn me on and his gentle touch and pleasure drove me insane with passion. I started to return his licks and kisses and took him in one long passionate kiss. I heard a strange noise and he stopped. He looked into my eyes with almost unmistakable sadness and suddenly he seemed distant.
He told me to get up because he had to show me something. I agreed and as I stood I found his tail wrapping around my arm. I took his tail in my hand and found myself walking down a long hallway. It was dark and cold. The walls were cement with old blue paint and looked like they hadn’t been worked on in years. I shivered for a second as a rat scurried past me. I was starting to get disturbed by the settings but he wouldn’t say anything to my questions of where we were going. We came to a large steel door that was rusted on its hinges and he turned to me. The expression on his face almost made me think he was trying not to fear. He kissed my cheek and a tear dropped from his eye.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t stop this,” he replied.
I was very confused and before I could say anything else he turned back to the door. He pushed the door open slowly as the creaking hinges sent a shiver up my spine. A bright light hit me and I shut my eyes for a moment. When I opened them my surroundings were very different. I was in a huge dungeon looking area with torch lighting and no windows. It had a moldy smell and was cold and damp. The walls were cinder block and very old. Pieces of the wall had fallen out onto the concrete floor from water damage. Many strange devices lye in this room they seemed to be in much better condition than the room its self. One looked like a rack from a medeval torture chamber. Shackles and straps were all over the walls. A cage suspended from the ceiling was tall and thin but wide enough for a person. In the center was a small fire with pokers already heating in its depths. I heard a strange sound and looked to my left.
About fifteen feet from me was Jack on the floor unconscious. He had straps on his neck and legs. He was chained to a wall with only a little more length of chain than was nesassary for him to lye on the ground. On his back was a set of slashes in his skin from which dried blood was clinging to. A ball gag was fixed to his mouth and his muzzle had dried tears all over it. I tried to move to him only to realize I was shackled to the wall. As I franticly looked at my self I realized all my limbs were fixed to the wall and my legs were spread eagle. I was stunned and worried both keeping me from doing anything include scream.
I was astonished when two figures walked in to the room from a door somewhere out of site. They were both clad in leather predominately black with some red on the limbs. They walked past me like I didn’t exist and over to Jack who lied motionless at there feet. One was behind him and the other in front as they smiled at each other. One of them reached down and unbuttoned the gag letting it drop from Jacks maw.
“Get up you useless slave!” the woman yelled at him.
Jack got to his feet the tears already forming in his eyes from his exhausted state and the obvious pain of moving. The woman behind him took a bottle of peroxide and poured it onto his back as he let out a scream of pain. He was crying but didn’t move from his position to defend himself. I was speechless and baffled. I wanted to yell at them or even beat the shit out of them but I was stuck to a wall and for some reason couldn’t form words. The one in front of him took off her leather shorts exposing her lower half to him. I was surprised at the fact that Jack wasn’t erect. Then I realized what was going on, this was what he had gone threw and I was being forced to watch it. I was intentionally stopped from stoping it by some unknow reason. All that stopped mattering when the woman spoke again.
“I want you to clean me slave,” the womans voice having a demanding tone.
Jack complied lowering his body and putting his tongue between her legs. His tongue slowly moved across her pussy and started to part her lips. The woman was holding his neck firmly and started to hump his muzzle. He tried to pull back but she didn’t let him holding the chain around his neck firmly and pushes his muzzle over her. She let out a yell as she came her juices spilling onto him as he recoiled from drinking them.
“Good slave would you like me to let you cum?” she said in a strangely soothing voice.
“Yes mistress, please,” he whimpered.
“Ok stand up straight,” she said.
Jack stood up straight his dick hanging forward from his arousal that was beyond his control and looked forward. His face was that of obedience but also sadness and I understood how much his tortured soul hated these people. I yelled at them and to Jack but I was invisible to what was going on. The woman knelt down and started to stroke his erection slowly. He let out a moan and she reached over grabbing his sac.
“You know better than that I told you, you could cum not enjoy yourself,” she looked up at him.
“Yes mistress,” he said with a sigh.
I watched as she started to jerk him off his face of overwhelming pleasure. He wanted moan but he restrained himself. When he came he let out a moan and the woman clamped down hard on his penis with her hand. The tormented screams Jack let out pierced my soul and all I could do was cry.
I heard a voice whimpering in my ear and I awoke. Jack was standing over me his muzzle licking my face and neck his nervous whines making me wonder what had happened. I cried as I held him tight my thoughts of understanding flowing into a flow of tears. He cradled me franticly whining knowing something was wrong and trying to fix it any way he could. I stopped crying and looked into his eyes seeing the pain that accompanied his love and wanting to dissolve it from his being but not knowing how. I took him in a kiss and made love to him on the hillside until he almost passed out. It wasn’t for lust I needed to pleasure him as much as I could to make all the pain he could possibly have go numb and fall from his form. I was determined to fix the past that I had felt could not be remedied.
By:
Thomas A. Scheck