YEAR ONE

The toddler set on the ground.  The light plane from which he had been thrown 
free on impact was burning fiercely just a few yards away, consuming the bodies 
of his parents.  Miraculously unhurt, and too shocked even to cry, he stared 
fixedly at the flames.
The lioness was sated on hartebeest.  The young mammal sitting in front of her 
evoked maternal instincts rather than the normal desire to kill and eat.  The 
infant made no attempt to flee as she gently lifted it with her teeth by its 
outer garment and, with her own cub by her side, padded back into the 
undergrowth.

YEAR SEVEN

The lioness had died.  Long since detached from her pride, the lion she had born 
and the human child she had reared were now alone in the world.  But the lion 
had strength and speed and the boy had guile.  They would survive.

YEAR NINE

The boy and the lion lived in a cave in a rocky outcrop overlooking a clearing 
with a waterhole where all the animals of Africa seemed to come to drink.  The 
boy had taught himself to make spears which he would sharpen to a fine point 
with a flint.  He rarely killed animals with them, but could wound them so that 
they were easy for the lion to bring to ground.  Between them they would then 
drag the beast back to their lair and gorge themselves. 
Already the boy’s physical
development and strength showed well beyond his years. Every waking moment was spent
in some form of physical endeavour. He drove himself to be stronger than the strongest 
ape and quicker than the fastest cheetah. Indeed, he could already uproot medium 
sized saplings. Tomorrow, he would tackle larger boulders.
The boy had developed a basic vocabulary with which to tell the lion what to do 
as they stalked their pray: the lion understood his words for "wait", "go", 
"come back", "left", "right" and, of course, "kill".  The boy had a name for the 
lion too.  The lion answered to "Ktah".
While the old lioness was alive, the boy and the lion cub had been taught how to 
play with their prey, letting them escape for a while, then felling them again, 
delaying the coup de grace until the prey was too exhausted and wounded to run 
any further.  The boy lacked the lions' genes which made such activity an 
integral element of their survival techniques.  For him, the play was a source 
of pure pleasure.  He loved the look of fear in a young eland's eyes as they 
toyed with it.  The sense of power - literally life-and-death power - over 
another living being was exhilarating beyond belief.  And never more so than 
when the prey was another primate - a young baboon, say, or better still a young 
chimpanzee. The boy’s loins burned with a strange fire when he used his great strength
to dispatch a weaker subspecies.
Nights in the cave could be cold, but the boy had developed a covering of dark 
hair all over his body and the lion would provide him with all the additional 
warmth he needed.


YEAR TWELVE
The boy was growing rapidly.  He already had the frame of an 18-year-old but, 
with his matted coat of body-hair, could have been much older.  His sexual 
organs were now fully developed and a source of increasing fascination to him.  
He derived pleasure from stroking his flaccid penis until it became as firm as a 
rock and then drawing the protective hood of skin backwards and forwards over 
the crown until a great feeling of bliss overcame him and thick white liquid 
spurted out of the large head. He could repeat the divine pastime many times but
now there was an overtly sexual dimension to the pleasure he 
derived from trapping small mammals and playing with them, sometimes for hours 
on end, until either he or Ktah dispatched them.  To possess a maimed and 
terrified chimpanzee, to wound it time and again while  the 
rest of its tribe screeched with fear and rage from nearby trees, and then to 
tear off its  limbs one by one while it was still alive - such experiences 
brought the boy's penis to its fullest possible erection.
On one such occasion, some primal instinct told the boy that the body of the 
chimp provided a better mechanism for sexual release than his own hand.  
Having used his flint to cut one of the chimp's legs from its body and thrown it 
to the patient Ktah as a snack, he up-ended the ape and plunged his penis into 
its anus.  The sensation of having part of his own body embedded within this 
screaming animal which he would shortly be devouring guaranteed  early and 
generous ejaculations.
For all his conscious life, the boy had shared everything with Ktah - his 
adoptive mother, his cave, his food, his body warmth. He now wished to share the 
feelings of power, exhilaration and sexual ecstasy which he derived from 
mutilating, raping, killing and eating animals - not always in that order. 
First, though, he needed to establish whether a lion could be made to feel the 
same sexual pleasure from the stimulation of its penis as he enjoyed. 
The boy had always played rough games with Ktah, occasionally getting bruised 
and scratched, but never getting badly hurt. One evening, at the end of one such 
bout of rough-and-tumble, as boy and lion were recovering their breath, the boy 
gently started to stroke the lion's penis. At first the lion drew back, but the 
boy persevered and soon won Ktah's confidence. The boy's now expert attentions 
soon coaxed the lion's penis to a firm, vivid red erection - quite a bit longer 
than the boy's own though surprisingly not as thick. Ktah lay on its side, 
panting with its tongue lolling from its mouth, while the boy brought it to a 
full emission. The boy enjoyed the taste of his own fluids and had no hesitation 
in swallowing as much of Ktah's as he could manage.
Training the lion to rape other animals took a little longer. The boy had to 
start with beasts which were already dead or at least unconscious, but the lion 
was a good learner. Whether he performed as well as he did because he derived 
the same pleasure from the act as the boy, or simply because he was anxious to 
please the boy in any way he could, he was soon adept at ravaging animals on 
command.
Typically, the boy would wait quietly in a hide, 
playing with his erect penis in anticipation of the joys to come while waiting 
for a troop of chimpanzees to pass by. Around his waist would be a crude belt 
fashioned from creepers to which were affixed his little flint axe, honed to 
razor sharpness, a couple of short spears and a rudimentary sling, also made out 
of creepers. 
When a male ape was within his range, he would load the sling with a stone and 
let fly. He almost always managed to bring the animal of his choice crashing to 
the ground without killing or maiming it, which would have been no fun at all. 
Only then would he summon Ktah. The boy sensed that chimps were closer relations in the animal kingdom to 
himself than lions or antelopes, and this helped to explain the passion with 
which he set about them. But he somehow knew that even chimps were not really of 
his kind, and that the pleasure he would get if one of his own species were ever 
to fall into his hands would be vastly greater than anything he had yet 
experienced. 
It was to be a further five years before such an opportunity presented itself.


YEAR SEVENTEEN
"Oh Dan, how could you be so foolish? Oh God, what are we going to do?"
Dora Casey was now almost hysterical with anger and fear - anger at her 
husband's stupidity in allowing their jeep to run out of gas while they were 
miles from civilisation, fear for their lives and those of her two sons as they 
faced, heaven knows what challenges, stranded in the middle of the African bush. 
She had never wanted to go on this safari holiday in the first place. It was 
only Dan's insistence and the boundless enthusiasm of their two sons to see "lions 
and tigers in the jungle" that swayed her. 
"I could have sworn I loaded three more cans," Dan muttered. Dora dissolved into 
floods of tears. The two boys - Damien and Cory - looked 
nervously at each other. Cory was biting his lower lip and trying not to cry. 
"Look, we'll be all right," Dan said, speaking more firmly now in an attempt to 
arrest his wife's hysteria. "We've summoned help on the satellite phone and 
they've promised to be with us in four or five hours, maximum. We have plenty of 
water. We haven't seen an animal that can threaten us for hours. There are no 
lions or rhinos reported to be in this area anyway. We just stay in the jeep and 
wait. Nothing bad's going to...."
"DAD! LOOK!" 
Shimmering in the heat haze several hundred feet away, two forms were 
relentlessly approaching the jeep. All four occupants squinted in their attempts 
to identify what was coming their way. "I think it's a man with a lion," Damien 
blinked. Longer-sighted than his parents, he soon corrected himself. He felt his
 loins fill up in disbelief and... "No, I 
think it's a gorilla and a lion. Dad? There aren't meant to be gorillas in this 
part of Africa are there?" 
"Oh my God! Oh my God!" Dora screeched. "We're all going to be eaten alive!"
"Stop it at once, Dora. You're 
scaring the boys unnecessarily. Whatever they are, they'll be more scared of us 
than we are of them. Just stay put within the jeep everyone. If they do 
approach, make as much noise as you can to scare them away." 
The two forms came steadily nearer, the biped at a loping gait, the quadruped 
trotting at its side. 
"Dad!" Damien said. "It's not a gorilla, it's not a man either, it's...it's..."
 "An ape-man! Tarzan!" he breathed in excitement. 
The figure approaching them was well over six and a half feet tall with the 
physique of a professional body-builder unlike any the quartet had ever seen. 
Arms bulging with muscle guarded two massive pecs as large as the steering 
wheel to which Dan clung. A chest as round as a tree narrowed to an impossibly 
slim but muscular waist then flared again to quads which could easily crush any 
beast of the jungle. Two fiery black eyes devoured  one of the interlopers after
 another, mesmerizing the astonished quartet. Lips as thick as its massive brows 
broadened into a lustful conquering grin. It was stark naked except for a belt made
 out of creepers from which hung a ferocious armoury of primitive weapons. And
 it was prodigiously  erect, its penis jutting a full foot or more upwards and outwards
 from its 
loins, a good 8 inches at the widest circumference. From the inch long piss slit,
 white precum thicker than slimy cream oozed over a cockhead as large as its 
swaying ballsacs. With animal openness, it squeezed the cockhead pleasurably
 causing more manpaste to bubble up. Dora was now no longer the only occupant
 of the jeep to be screaming her lungs out.
The ape-man and lion came to a halt just a couple of feet away from the side of 
the jeep. He  surveyed its occupants with mounting excitement. Yes, yes, 
he thought, this is what I have been waiting for all my life. This is what I was 
born for. The big pink female animal in the front meant  food, 
but the three pink males meant much more. They promised hours of 
ecstatic dominating pleasure. He was now disappointed if he failed to keep a young
 chimp alive for at least  two hours after felling it, and was committed to making
 the experience of 
mutilating, raping and eating these little cousins of his last much, much 
longer.
But first he needed them out of this hard box. In two strides, he confronted
 the vehicle. With fists like grappling hooks, he took hold of the bumper and
 tossed the occupants unceremoniously to the jungle floor. With a quick gesture,
 he instructed Ktah to guard his catch while he appealed to the jungle with
 a mighty roar. Already, he thought of a way to begin his hours of enjoyment. 
As if his appearance had not already established his superiority, he wanted to 
show the three just how much strength was in these bulging muscles. He took 
the jeep into two massive arms and rammed it into a nearby tree. Then planting 
thighs like stumps, ass cheeks flairing, he proceeded to crush the vehicle into 
the living bark. Metal creaked and moaned as the colossal Apeman forced the
 hapless vehicle into shapeless debris.  
Finally satisfied by his wilful destruction, the Apeman was at Dan Casey's 
side in two strides. He put his huge hams of hands round the man's throat 
and lifted him off the ground like a leaf. He planted his huge lips over the 
shocked handsome white man and plunged his snakelike tongue down the 
man’s throat. He repeated the gesture with the two boys. His cock raged in
 lustful excitement. He could barely keep from spraying his seed as his nostrils
 flared when he felt these slim wiry bodies. None of the males spoke as the 
 Apeman looked from one to the other. So excited was the Jungle beast that
 he took Dan Casey by the ankle and lifted him up high by the ankle. With 
swipes of his powerful hands, he peeled away the clothes from his prizes. 
Noticing a sexual response from the oldest, the Apeman devoured his
 genitals completely, savouring the new and delicious smells. How easily 
he could have bitten away those precious organs. But he did not.
Growing increasingly impatient with the female’s incessant screaming, he 
picked up a boulder and crashed it down first on Dora's right leg and then
 on her left, smashing her kneecap and shin-bone in the process. Just like
 the female adult chimps screeching  in the tree canopy  he wanted this parent
 to be alive and conscious whilst he set about her puny males - alive but totally 
incapacitated. That much of his strategy he had now achieved. Dora lay 
writhing and wailing in excruciating pain, but fully conscious of everything 
which was now about to unfold.  The ape-man barked an order to the lion:
 ("Guard 
her".)
Seeing their opportunity to escape, Cory and Damien ran wildly. The Apeman
 smiled. How foolish these lads were. They would not get far and the older 
one showed himself willing for at least some of what the Apeman had in
 mind...
Dan Casey was not so quick to try to run, torn by the dilema of his wife. 
The Apeman, seeing this, began to hiss strangely. He took the confused
 man in his huge arms and began to hug him tightly. Whenever Dan Casey
 struggled to move, he felt himself being crushed by the Apeman’s
 humungous muscle. He felt his penis being stroked, then his arm being
 squeezed into a vicelike crevice of muscle. Seeing an awed curiosity in 
the white man’s eyes, the Apeman placed his boulder - sized bicep in 
front Dan Casey’s face and his black eyes gleamed in male superiority.
 A deep rumble of sexual urgency shook the Englishman to the core. The 
Apeman placed the eldest Casey’s hand on one of his gigantic arm muscles,
 but growled ferociously when the hand was withdrawn. Not to be denied 
some exquisit foreplay, the Apeman had to be very careful not to crush the
 father too soon. Before long, Dan Casey was returning the Apeman’s male 
caressing quite openly, strangely gladdened when he could elicit some gutteral 
response. Soon, and to Dora Casey’s horror, the Apeman stood, arms 
akimbo in a display of male dominance as the father worshiped his muscular
 mounds openly not missing a chance to try and take the Apeman’s raging 
cockhead into his mouth. In time, the Apeman would crack open Dan Casey’s
 jaw with the drooling bludgeon. But for now and somewhat playfully, the 
Apeman rolled the adult male over unto his stomach - Dan might as well
 resist the elements - as if to start fucking. But the Apeman merely wanted 
the eldest male to witness the arrival of a seventh to the jungle orgy. The 
Apeman held Dan by the hair and Dan’s eyes grew big as saucers as he
 beheld the horror. It was black,thick, sleek and deadly and moved toward
 them with amazing speed for such a large reptile. The twenty foot anaconda
 had misunderstood the Apeman’s intentions, thinking Dan was to be its
 next meal. Instead, the beast king guided the hungry snake towards Dora
 Casey with a series of hand signals and tongue movements. At first, it looked
 as if the cruel red eyes of the anaconda were going to hypnotize the terrified 
woman who had stopped making her annoying shreiking noises. Instead, as
 the Apeman wrapped Dan’s trembling hands around his mammoth penis,
 the hungry reptile began to wrap itself inexoribly around the hapless woman. 
Both men watched mesmerized as the cruel force of nature wrapped itself 
tighter and tighter. The Apeman’s grip tightened around Dan’s forearm as
 the muscular beast tightened its hold. “Snap.” Dora Casey’s frail bones began
 to break as the Apeman unconsciously cracked the bone in Dan Casey’s 
forearm by squeezing too tight. The Apeman’s seed shot fifteen feet in front
 of them, coating the dieing woman and snake with thick white manseed. Realizing
 it was Dan Casey’s loud yelling in his ears, the Apeman looked at him
 and smiled. The Apeman continued by crushing the screaming Englishman’s
 hand around his cock, fracturing fingers and wrist to get out the last flow of
 spunk from his still erect tool. Dan Casey curled up in indescribable pain as
 the cruel Apeman let go of his mangled fist. He felt the stinging force of
 something hot and wet on his back and turned to receive a torrent of piss
 in his face. The jungleman’s flow stopped a minute later as Dan Casey wept 
uncontrollably. When he turned back, the Apeman was nowhere to be seen.