Anay's Big Question Round-up!

Ryan gazed out of the dark eyeholes of the gorilla suit. His quarry sighted, he danced up to Taylor, shining chest and swords in his Kratos outfit. Without saying a word, he sidled up against him, and propositioned him with every movement. Taylor glanced over at Mags, who was having some fun of her own in a corner of the party, and followed behind the unknown gorilla suit.

Ryan went into a side door, and shifted out before Taylor could enter. Taylor walked in, an empty suit hanging from a rack with a sign on it.

"Put me on and come get me!"

Wheels slowly turning, Taylor examined the suit. Finding no sign of a trap, he slipped it on and zipped it up, noticing a strategic flap cut in the crotch. Banana peels lined the path, like rose petals, but more fitting. He slid a door open, and saw his quarry, hanging from the ceiling in metal cuffs, a flap over his ass hanging open. A two way mirror filled the wall in front of them. Taylor grunted, thinking. He wasn't sure if he wanted an audience, but he WAS fully masked and suited...

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Curt and Stef walked through the little "Zoo" that was set up as part of the party. Curt looked into each window first, making sure to only let Stef see the tamer delights. He stopped as he looked into the room with a single gorilla, chained and hanging, the occupant of the suit asleep or unconscious. "This one we want to watch."

Stef looked in. "Why?"

"Trust me newbie."

A door slid open, another gorilla suit entered. Curt smiled, as Taylor struck the other gorilla across the ass hard enough for the sound to be heard clearly through the glass.

"Umm, lets go."

"Just a minute Stef. Trust me."

The hanging gorilla awoke with a start. It looked left and right, the motion of its head shortened by chains leading from a collar to the manacles from which it hung. Taylor took position behind, and began enjoying himself with the hanging gorilla. The man in the suit made loud moaning sounds, like trying to scream past a gag.

Stef buried her head in his chest. She started to regret making him zip up his jacket, as his chest would have been more comfortable without it.

"Can we go?"

"Just one minute."

"I... I didn't think you were into this padawan."

"Not usually, but in this case..."

Her face buried against him, Curt made a requirement, and bright lights fell on him. The mirror in front of the pair began showing a split image of the Curt and Stef, ghosting over the image of the mating gorillas. The chained beast started screaming louder, rattling his chains. Taylor looked at Curt and stopped for a moment. Curt winked broadly at him, and nodded his head towards the side. Taylor looked over towards a table that appeared suddenly with a briefcase on it, a sign saying, "Open Me." Taylor pulled out of the other gorilla and opened the case. Nestled in foam rubber, a large purple dildo lay, shining glass with large, painful looking knobs studding up and down the sign. A yellow sticky note attached to the base said, "Use Me."

Taylor held up the dildo, and Curt let the light fade, guiding Stef out of the room as the screams started.

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Darkness. Darkness filled his mind, a light glare far ahead as senses slowly returned. James Mimosa existed in a fog. Bright white light spread from his ass to his eyes, which rocked open. The light resolved into pain even as the crack of a leather gloved hand striking him reached his ears. The scene before him was confusing, and slowly he realized that he was looking into a mirror, as motions he made were reflected by the movements of the monkey in front of him. He could see the manacles and chains that held him, and another figure standing behind him in a similar suit. He felt air on his ass as a flap was raised in his suit, and he screamed.

"STOP! WHAT ARE YOU DOING! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?"

His screams came through as muffled moans through the large rubber ball tied in place in his mouth. He felt himself violated, and screamed and shook against the chains.

Suddenly, the mirror phased into a dual image. HIM! Memories came flooding back, of meeting Curt for minor paperwork, a briefcase shooting off gas in his face, vague feelings of being tied up. That would mean the short thing with her face buried was his mistake. He sneered under his mask, shouting and rattling the chains.

"Coward! Can't do it yourself? Can't bear to watch your own revenge?"

Curt made a motion with his head, and the violation blessedly stopped. The gorilla suited man was built like a gorilla in more ways than one, James thought with a wry smile. Picking the smallest guy they could find to rape him, what where they thinking? The mirror image picked something up, and James felt sweat form on his brow and back as he saw the large, hard looking phallus in his hands. The light faded, and he was left looking at his own eyes through the mask, wide in fear. He began screaming even before the cold glass ripped into him.

...is the one from the Escher room scene, where he sings 'Within You'. But yup, the one from 'Dance, Magic, Dance' is also awesome - but does he get to keep the riding crop? :p