Hidden Desire
Private commission for Hasani
Hidden Desire By Rekhit
Lieutenant Hasani yawned and stretched before putting the squad car into gear and pulling away from the traffic lights. As much as he loved his job as a police officer, he did not like having to do the two late nights a week that his job demanded. He could think of much better things to do with his time; bowling, playing pool, or laying in bed with his good lady wife.
The big elephant smiled to himself as he thought of his mate, Emila. She too was an elephant and the most beautiful specimen of pachyderm that Hasani had ever come across. They'd been married for only a year but had lived together for same time, a little after Hasani had joined the police force.
He drove slowly down Ocean Avenue. It was one of the more affluent areas of the city, which meant they of course got regular patrols by the city police. The houses were big, standing quite some distance from the road, surrounded by well kept lawns and tall trees. It was a bit humbling, especially since Hasani only lived in a small one bedroom apartment on the poorer side of town. A policeman's wage wasn't high.
But of course, at home with be Emila. She'd be asleep now, and in an hour Hasani's shift would be over. Soon he'd be home and he would be able to crawl into bed next to his wife, stroke and caress her, pleasure her in her sleep. The thought made him rumble in excitement and he could feel his amble groin stir. Now was probably not the best time to get excited.
As he drove past one of the houses, out of the corner of his eye Hasani noticed a flurry of movement. He brought the car gently to stop and looked. There was someone moving around near the back of one of the houses, too big to be a domesticated animal. This was the reason that the police patrolled down here; big houses meant they were good spots to rob. May as well paint targets on them, the elephant often thought.
Quickly radioing in, he got out from the car and unholstered his gun and flash light. While thieves were normally bold to defend themselves against the police, the sight of a gun pointing at their head usually deterred them enough to get them cuffed. Wouldn't be the first time and certainly not the last.
For a creature of his size and bulk, he moved stealthily down the side of the house. It was one of the large colonial style with big Dutch windows that gave the impression the building was watching you. The lawn was slightly over grown, and the house itself appeared to be shabby; clearly the building was devoid of occupents but that didn't mean there so nothing of value inside.
Slowly Hasani made his way around the back to where he'd seen the shape move. The back of the house looked out upon a large river, and there was a boat house nearby. The door was firmly bolted, but upon inspecting the house itself one of the windows had been forced open.
As quietly as he could he radioed the station to report is progress and heaved himself through the window, turning off the flash light as he did so. The downside to being as big and bulky as he was, for a second Hasani became stuck, but after a bit of wriggling he managed to pull himself in. The house was in darkness, and around him the furniture was covered in heavy dust sheets. The stale air pressed into his trunk, but there was another smell. It had the odour of excrement and rotten eggs and he was forced to breath through his mouth to avoid the foul stench.
He edged around what was obviously a table and moved further into the house, his large flat feet making gentle thuds on the solid wood floor, keeping the gun pointing in front of him. Dust sparkled and danced in the shafts of moon light that thrust through gaps in the shades, and all around him the house groaned gently. Walking through the belly of this creature, Hasani would not help but feel a little apprehensive. Something in his stomach fluttered.
From the shadow of a doorway there came a deep growl and before he could aim something huge and heavy collided into the elephant. He let out a trumpet of surprise as the shadow wrestled with him, grabbing the gun and tearing it from his fingers. Whoever this was, he was strong. And big. Before Hasani could even get a counter move his arms were pinned and the figure grabbed his trunk, shoving a piece of cloth against the nostrils. A cloying smell penetrated his nasal passage and Hasani felt his head swim. Above him the figure chuckled deeply and said something, but the elephant felt his world shrink down to a pinprick and wink from existence...
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He drifted lazily in a fog of thought, flying and swimming. Lying on his back, a cool breeze blew over his naked form. It was dark around him but he felt at peace for some reason. His wrinkled skin shivered at the coolness. It was actually very cold. Deciding to move, he found he couldn't. His legs and arms were lifted away from his body and try as he might he couldn't move them. Something dug into both ankles and wrists.
Hasani slowly opened his eyes. While not utterly dark, it was gloomy enough so he couldn't make out much detail of his surroundings. He tried to move and found his couldn't; the sound of chains caught his large ears. Against the skin he could feel straps securing him to whatever he was laying it. It felt soft, almost leathery, and from the way it moved it was certainly suspended in the air.
Something else struck him too. It was cold, very cold. Feeling with his trunk to his shock he found he was naked. Correction, almost naked. On his head still his cap and around his neck was his tie. But the rest of him was nude, strapped and at someone's utter mercy.
There was a clank and off to one side a door opened. Lights snapped on, buzzing loudly, causing the elephant to squint from the sudden blindness. Someone walked in, heavy footfalls padding across what sounded like a stone floor. Whoever this was was big. As Hasani got used to the light he saw a large figure walk in front him, grinning broadly.
It was a lion, but the most well built lion Hasani had ever seen. Each muscle looked as it has been carved from solid stone, bulging massively. Pecs bounced absently, nipples round and perky, huge gold rings pierced through both. A valley down between those round slabs down to a tight set abs, ten of them. Arms and legs groaned with the size, worm like veins throbbing under the fur. And what fur. Though obviously a lion, his fur was red, though the mane was the normal gold. Silver eyes stared out from that feline face, staring it seemed deep into Hasani's being.
And it was then Hasani noticed that this lion was also naked. The sheath was huge, at least a foot long and half a foot thick. Testes as big as basket balls hung from the furry sac. This was one potent and clearly virile male, his musk so heavy Hasani had to breathe through his mouth.
"You are awake". It was more a statement then a question, that voice deep and resonating, with just a hint of a purr.
"Where... what..." Hasani stammered, his mind still addled from whatever had been used to knock him out.
The lion grinned wider, showing rows of sharp teeth. "My name is unpronounceable in your primitive language. I am known as Shalo to those on this Plane. But you will address me as Master." He moved to the side of the room, each step like a mountain striding.
"You're mad," Hasani shouted. "I'm an officer of the law. Imprisonment is a federal offence. You'll let me go immediately." The lion ignored him. Frustrated the elephant pulled at his chains. The advantage of being such a big animal was having superior strength. But the chains had to be made from steel, they simply wouldn't budge.
Shalo came back over, pulling a trolley covered by a cloth. "I shouldn't bother officer, you are quite secure." From the bottom of the trolley the lion produced a stick. It was instantly recognisable; it was Hasani's nightstick. Not one of the retractable ones either. It was long and thick and heavy. "My, you are such a lovely specimen, I've never played with an elephant before."
Played? thought Hasani. "Look, whatever it is, maybe we could talk it over, work something out..." His mouth froze as he asked the nightstick being greased up, then let out a small yelp when some was applied to his exposed tail hole. "What... what're doing?" he said in a small voice.
"I am going to shove this in your ass." And before anything else could be said, the lion placed one paw on his thigh and rammed the nightstick halfway into the elephant's tight hole.
The trumpet of pain shook the small stone room and the whole of Hasani's body jerked and tensed. The pain of having such a huge object stuffed into his now not so virgin ass was unbelievable. It felt like fire racing through his bowl and up his abdomen. Strong anal muscles gripped the intruder and naturally tried to expel it, but Shalo held it tightly, and then pushed it in further. The cold wood slid further into Hasani's bowels, past his colon and into the beginning of his small intestine. It was a curious sensation as his inner body adapted and stretched to accommodate the intruder.
"Take it out," Hasani panted. But his plea was ignored. Instead Shalo twisted it. It bumped into something deep inside his body, sending quivers up through his lower muscles. He let out an uncontrollable groan and his cock, flaccid from the start of this ordeal, jerked. Another twist and another shooting sensation and he bucked, his cock awakening. His member moved whenever the nightstick bumped over that pressure point. My prostate, he thought absently to himself. It was being thrust in and out his ass now, shoved deeply up to the handle, pulled almost all the way out and thrust back in roughly.
His ass started to grow accustomed to the large object being moved inside it, and his cock was slowly hardening. Try as he might Hasani couldn't stop it, his genitals betraying him. All the lion did was smile coldly, watching the elephant squirm as he violated that huge muscular ass. Deep groans erupted from that huge chest, his whole body squirming in his bindings. As much as he didn't want to admit it, it was starting to feel good, feel pleasurable. He gritted his teeth. No, this couldn't feel good; he shouldn't feel any pleasure from this. He was restrained against his will, his ass violated with one of his own tools.
"Please," he cried out, pleasure shooting up from his groin. His mind rebelled against the sensation. He would not give in.
With a loud slurp it was pulled out, leaving that once tight elephant hole gaping. Before it could close up Shalo took something else off the trolley. It was a dildo, a huge dildo, black and solid. It was greased up and against Hasani's protostations it was worked into that now loose hole.
Hasani panted loudly then gritted it teeth as it pushed into his bowels. The night stick had been large but this was bigger, thicker. Deep inside muscles stretched to accommodate the large anal toy. New jolts of pleasure shot up his body and that huge throbbing elephant cock jerked, sending pre-cum splattering across grey skin.
"Yes, feel that rubber cock up your hole slave," the lion spat, grinning and twisting the huge toy, making his poor subject cry out and pull at the restraints. "I travel the worlds searching for new toys to play with. Now it is your turn to please me. Your hole is mine to fuck, to seed with my ungodly sperm. You will writhe for me, sweat for me and if you please me I will let you cum."
Sliding the dildo in as far it would go Shalo produced a complex series of rings and fitted them around the huge elephant cock. One went around the base of his genitals, under the cock and balls, one around the base of the cock itself, while another threaded through and between the testes, pulling tight to keep them separate. "Dear God," breathed the hapless captive.
"No God," Shalo growled. He tore out the dildo and grabbed another, yet longer and thicker. No grease this time, the amount smeared around the elephant hole was enough. It oozed out lewdly and dripped to the stone floor. The bigger toy was rammed in deep, and the Hasani let out another trumpet of pain... and pleasure.
One after another his hole was opened and violated, probed deep and stretched widely, one toy after another, larger, longer, thicker. They slide into places never thought possible, working their way into the elephant's deep inner body, worming and stretching everything that was in their way. Wider and wider that hole was opened, wider then what should be possible, the sound of their wet slurping adding to the moans of the elephant and grunts of the lion. And as much as Hasani fought against it, slowly, surely, he began to accept and even enjoy this experience.
This couldn't be! Deep in the back of his mind, reason and logic shouted over the din of his groans, trying to take back control of his body. Emila's face appeared in front of his eyes, but as another dildo was worked into that open hole it disappeared as he let out a deep barrelled groan. The sir was ripe with the smell of male sex and sweat and it made Hasani drunk, his vision swimming.
Like all the rest it was ripped out and tossed aside and Hasani flexed his hole, it gaping open, red black and purple, oozing grease and other fluids. In front of him Shalo slide on leather gloves, ones that came down to his elbows, and slowly greased it up. Trying to ask what was happening only ended in deep groans as that huge paw was placed to his hole and firmly was pushed in.
Hasani bucked and so did his cock, which leaked a never ending supply of pre. As much as he came close to orgasm it was denied, whatever the rings around his genitals were they seemed to be doing their job. That fist was slid deeper into his body, past the wrist, forearm disappearing, up to the elbow. Thicker then the last toy, Shalo let muscles flex, grinning at the whimpering mass of pachyderm at his mercy.
He pulled out and slid in the other, just as deep, then started a rhythm, fisting deeply with one then with the other, pistoning. The muscles were lax and without second thought the lion slide both paws in, the loud slurp accompanying as the black clad arms moved deeper, warm inner muscles gripping weakly as both arms went in to the elbow. Shalo held them there for a minute or two before withdrawing.
"You are ready," he stated. Peeling off the gloves, he leant over and undid the restraints.
All Hasani could do was pant as he was released. Was that all? All this for nothing. But... something was wrong. Something moved on the lion. No, not on... in. His chest muscles undulated as if made from water and even from his drunk on sex state Hasani could do nothing but stare. He was afraid and fear paralysed him.
Skin ruptured and from inside shot four long black tentacles. They shot forward at an incredible and wrapped around Hasani's arms and wrists, binding him again but in the most monstrous way possible. Slime dripped from those tentacles as he was lifted from the sling. "What... the fuck... are you?!" Hasani screamed, using what strength he had to try and break free. It was to no avail as they lifted him as if he weighed nothing.
"I am, what you pathetic mortals call, a demon," said Shalo. "A lust demon to be exact. I normally just rape and drain my victims, but you possess a strength and vitality I rarely see on the Planes. No, for you I have a more... interesting idea."
From between his legs rose a cock that could only be described as monstrous. It moved and writhed like a worm. While the tip was feline, it was deep purple, veins criss-crossing its length, pumping whatever the demon had for blood through that piece of meat. It grow longer, thicker, drooling a foul smelling pre as it rose upwards. It just kept coming from the sheath. It seemed to sense something and rose upwards to Hasani's exposed and open hole. It slid in without effort, the elephant's ass open and wide enough to accommodate its width.
But its length. All Hasani could do was watch as it snaked its way through his intestines, causing them to bulge. More demon cock disappeared into his hole; one foot, two feet, three feet... all he could do was hang suspended in the air and take what had the be the biggest cock ever. Four foot, five foot. It moved ever deeper, those thick abs disappeared as the abdomen was filled. Six foot of cock was lodged into his body, filling him beyond comprehension.
And then Shalo began to fuck his new toy.
It was brutal, animalistic. Demonic. That huge cock worked its way out and back in, thrusting and writhing deep inside the captive elephant. It spat thick pre that poured from around its length, dripping to the floor. Groans of pleasure and cries of pain filled the air around them, the wet slosh of fluids load as they poured from that ragged hole. Both being sweat profusely, adding to the stench of male sex.
He was lifted off and spun around so he was facing the floor and before he could breath that cock buried itself back into his hole. Hasani trumpeted loudly, from the mixture of pain and pleasure that spread through his body. He was completely at the mercy of the big demon and the demon knew it. "Yes you little slut, you like that don't you," the demon grunted. "You like that huge cock invading your body, filling every inch of your innards."
As much as Hasani wanted to scream out to stop he couldn't. He moaned and cried, but those were muffled when the demon ripped from his hole, turned him almost upside down and rammed that cock into his maw. Muscles stretched literally to their limit as that monstrous pole of demon meat invaded his throat and stomach. It tasted vile, like rotting vegetable matter. His stomach groaned as the thick pre filled it.
"Such a tight throat you have my little bitch," Shalo growled. "So good on my cock. You want to serve it, I know. I can smell your desire for it."
That voice of reason was growing smaller in Hasani's mind. The voice that told him to resist, to not give in, to think of Emila and of escape. But it was just a whisper now. There was no denying it; he was so turned on, so horny that he would do whatever the demon asked him just to be able to serve the cock that tore into his body now. It was pleasure beyond anything, beyond sex. His cock was permanently hard now, he knew it would never go down, never release unless the demon, his master, said so. He was now a sex toy, an object. And the thought just turned him on so much.
The fucking went on for what seemed like forever. Just as it seemed the demon was close he would sigh and the fucking would start anew. It would be pulled from his hole, the tentacles would change position and back in it when. On his back, on his front, upside down, every conceivable position. On and on it went, that monstrous cock. It owned his body now, making its home deep in his gut, preing so much it pooled around the two creatures. Their mutual groans added to their lust as it grew into the inevitable crescendo of sex.
Shalo let out a bone shaking roar and his mighty cock spasmed. From its bloated tip shot wave after wave of demonic sperm into the elephant's used and abused body. His stomach bloated up with the vast amount of seed until it could take no more, the rest of the foul liquid gushing out around the demon's member. Over and over the cum spurts came, pumping more seed then anyone could possible hold.
It was then that Shalo gripped Hasani's cock. "Cum," was all he said and Hasani's mind was blasted by the sheer power of his own orgasm. The scene went white and he passed out.
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He had no idea how long he'd be out, but Hasani awoke lying on his back again, this time on stone. His ass was on fire and his stomach sloshed as he attempted to get up. The lion was sitting on the large chair cleaning his whiskers. Slowly Hasani rolled to his front and crawled over to the demon. "Master," was all he said.
Shalo smiled down. "That is right my pet. I am your master now." He placed a collar around the thick neck where it clicked. "You will be my slave, my toy. You will serve me from now until whenever I deem your usefulness at the end. Then I will fuck you one last time and drain you of your energy, making you one with me."
As the demon opened a portal, Hasani could only moan at the thought of serving his master for the rest of time. And the image of being made one with his master was enough to make his cock drip with pre. Shalo laughed and lead the bound elephant into the portal, and onto his new life.