Our African Adventure: Part 2

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By Suemartin (Edited with Ginger).

 

Read Part 1 HERE

 

Part 2…

 

The boys did return and we told them that we wanted to get some night shots. I don’t think they believed us, but nevertheless they returned to camp made us some dinner and brought it back along with a big pot of tea and our sleeping bags.

During the night our swollen vulvas returned to normal and by day break we were able to return to camp. That morning we reviewed what photos we had. Separated the more personal ones into a separate file. We found that we had enough photos, more than enough, some very nice photos of the baboons going about their daily lives to be able to tell a ‘Day in the life of’ type story for a magazine article.

With the photos and article sorted and sent off to town with one of the boys to be dispatched, we were now heading for a private wildlife park that the head boy assured us would provide many opportunities to get up close and personal with lions and hyenas.

“Mr. Tom likes pretty white ladies to visit he showed them lots of special things and other animals if ladies have desired to do so.”

He looked us up and down, then turned with a rather knowing smile on his face and left us. When Assad, whose name apparently was Somalian for Lion had left us I turned to Viv and asked, “Do you think that was kind of strange?”

“What?”

“The way he looked at us and what he said,” I said.

She frowned, concentrating. “No, I didn’t. What did you think was strange?”

It was my turn to frown now. “It’s just the way he said what he did. He has never spoken that way to us before and then looks up and down as if he was undressing us. Made me feel uncomfortable, I have never felt that way with Assad before. I wonder if he saw something yesterday.”

“Like what?” Viv asked with a rather wan smile on her face and I knew I was recalling the baboon encounter.

“Well, I was wondering, knowing how sharp these boy’s eyes are, they miss nothing, if they saw us with the Baboons.”

“Oh, it was nothing, you’re imagining things. He saw nothing, neither did the other boys,” Viv said.

The old land Rover engines of our vehicles started in unison and we headed out over what could best be described as two faint impressions on the hard packed ground that served as a track. I didn’t let it go though I continued to rerun the conversation with Assad through my head.

Before we had left town we had had some conflicting reports about this Tom person and his park from various people, some even advised us, as young women, we should not go there, but in the end Assad had said Tom was a good bloke and his private park was the best stocked and most natural of all the private parks not to mention the biggest. It was dusty, very dusty as we hurtled along the track. I don’t know when it had rained last but the grass, what there was of it, was yellow and crisp. There was hardly a sign of wildlife at all, no fences or houses that I could see and I could see for miles and miles.

“I wonder if there really is a nature reserve here at all,” I looked at Viv as I held my hat firmly on my head as we hit a rare bump in the otherwise flat plain and smooth.

“I was wondering the same thing,” she mumbled as she sipped from her water bottle.

Twenty more minutes passed before we saw our first sign of civilization. It wasn’t much, but it was a fence. Post and wire about four feet high, I guessed. Then I wondered what sort of puny beast a fence like that would hold back. Several more minutes of hard driving and we came to the edge of a low escarpment. There in front of us spread out for miles was an increasingly lush pasture land that was bisected by a river. Well, it was a river, I guessed, when the rains came but for now it was at best an abraded stream of yellow muddy water.

Adjacent to the river was a collection of sheds, barns and a house along with several other buildings that I couldn’t put a purpose to immediately. Then I saw the fence, it was high maybe three or four meters high and it appeared to be electrified. A native guard on the gate let us into an enclosure, then opened the second gate into the wide expanse of the reserve.

Minutes later, after negotiating yet another gate, we pulled up besides a spreading building that was completely surrounded by a veranda.

“June,” Viv said as Assad, who had been driving our vehicle, got out and went to the broad steps to be met by a tall man, around fifty years of age.

I couldn’t hear what was said, but it had been brief then both men turned and came back to the Land Rover.

“Ladies!” The man lifted his hat in greeting to reveal a deeply lined face and a thinning unkempt mop of hair that was slicked down by perspiration.

He held out his hand to Viv and helped her down, then he assisted me as well. As he did, I saw his almost black eyes piercing mine. I felt more than a little uneasy.

“You’re right, Assad, they are lovely young ladies, just what we have needed around here for a while to complete our work,” the man said.

I noticed Viv look up at the man called Tom. What do you mean by that Mr… Mr…?” Viv inquired sharply.

“Tom is just fine,” he smiled ingratiatingly, “And you are.”

“Vivian, Viv will do. Again Mr. Tom, what did you mean by ‘completing your work’? What have we to do with that?”

Tom just grinned and again dressed Assad. “Take the ladies to their quarters, Assad,” Then to us, “Ladies we will meet again for dinner I hope.”

“You haven’t answered my question,” I could see the anger rising in Viv’s face.

“No, but it can wait, I think.”

He was so smarmy, unlikable and the warnings about not coming here were starting to ring in my head.

Assad took us to the building just behind the main house. I didn’t know what I had expected, but I certainly didn’t expect what was pretty much a motel room with a single and double bed, shower, toilet and several cupboards. My initial feeling of something not being quite right was allayed, at least for the moment.

“Well, I’m for a shower,” Viv was first to react.

Going without a shower for several days made the sight of the gleaming white cubical extremely inviting. Enough to put any of the clanging warning bells to the back of my mind.

*****

Nothing happened for the rest of the afternoon. We took a short excursion outside where everything seemed normal for a working game park. Cages and pens with animals who appeared to be either injured or in the case of a few females, pregnant. To have them confined and under care was understandable.

“Well, what do you think?” I asked Viv when we returned to the room.

“Nothing to think. It seems to be exactly what we expected to see, a wildlife park, including trucks modified for sightseeing. Did you see them at the back of the barn over there,” she pointed vaguely in the direction of the barn.

“Yes, I saw them, all four of them, but there was something I didn’t see.” I paused inviting Viv to ask what and she did.

“Four trucks and no customers, does that seem strange or what?”

“Not particularly maybe they have more than four trucks and they’re out with tourists at this very moment,” She answered showing no concern.

“Well, maybe but there is still something odd going on here.”

“Forget it, relax, read a book,” she pointed to the pile of recent publications on the coffee table.

Assad came for us just on dusk after warning us earlier that dinner would be served in the big house.

*****

It was not at all sumptuous but it was practical, a man’s house, I surmised as I looked around taking everything slowly as we waited for our rather taciturn host to appear.

“Where are the rest of the people?” I hissed at Viv.

“Don’t know, maybe they stay out, camp out overnight in tents I have seen it on film.”

Her suggestion was plausible as always. Tom entered and I suddenly got that uneasy, sick feeling as I looked at the elegantly dressed man whose sartorial elegance belied his weather beaten countenance.

“Sit, please ladies, dinner will be served in a moment, but first I think we should have a chat.” He looked from one to the other of us with a sickly looking smile on his face. When we said nothing he continued, “Have either of you ladies heard of the Russian scientist Ilya Ivanov?”

Again, neither of us spoke, but from our body language to him it was clear we hadn’t.

“No? Well, I have to say I’m not surprised. However, you do have something in common with him, though.”

Viv was the first to find her tongue. “What do you mean Mr. Tom?”

She made the ‘Mr. Tom’ sound sarcastic.

“Just Tom will do, Viv, I would like us to be friends,” he said.

She shrugged and he continued sensing the antagonism that existed.

“Well, what I mean is Assad has told me that both you ladies became quite friendly with the baboons you were filming.”

“We got close enough,” I chipped in completely missing the fact that from his supercilious grin he knew just how close we got.

It wasn’t until a sharp rap on my shin from Viv’s shoe made me realize there was more to his statement than I had realized.

“Well, let me explain,” he said, leaning forward. “Just so we aren’t verbally fencing all evening I’ll make things clear. Dr. Ilya Ivanov was a scientist charged by Josef Stalin to deliver human and Ape hybrids for military use.”

He held up his hand as both Viv and I began to interject together then with a glance at Assad and two of his boys.

Tom continued. “I see you’re beginning to understand,” he said and laced his fingers as he warmed to his subject.

Now we had no doubt what he was talking about and I glanced sideways at Assad, who made a clicking camera type mime with his hand. I felt the pit of my stomach drop.

Tom Continued, “Ivanov had trouble getting Volunteers for his ambitious project and it failed, although many conspiracy theorists point to big Foot, Yeti if you prefer as proof of his success, rubbish maybe, but who knows?” He shrugged. “I, on the other hand, have a great advantage over Ivanov, DNA has made great leaps in recent years and the extra chromosome problems can be overcome. Now I think you realize where we’re heading? No?”

He grinned evilly and arched his eyebrows.

“No… No, I don’t know,” I said.

Tom looked from me to Viv. “Ladies, ladies, ladies, I have here your camera.”

He held it up. How he had got it I didn’t know. We had all of our equipment in our room. Well, I thought we had, but now it was slowly dawning on me and very likely Viv judging by her silence that Assad had removed the camera from the case when he was carrying our luggage into our room.

I cursed inwardly. Those photos weren’t for public viewing, we were silly for taking them. However, Assad had certainly made sure that Tom had got the camera and had reviewed all of the revealing photos. It was abundantly obvious that Assad had seen us with the baboons and had passed the word onto this ugly man. I was gradually becoming aware that Tom had enlisted Assad and his men to direct people and especially women to his wild life park.

To find us in a compromising situation with baboons must have been an unbelievable bonus if what I suspected he had planned was right. When people had tried to warn us about avoiding this place and its owner we hadn’t listened, persuaded by Assad. My guess now was that there had been other incidents in the recent past that for obvious reasons had been understated by those involved. Now we had given this man an opportunity beyond his belief. From the limited conversation he seemed to be becoming more desperate in his need to finish whatever he had started and perhaps to the extent where he had planned to abduct us and forcibly detain us or the next women that came into his hands.

Viv said, “Ok, you have our camera. So what?”

“Ladies, let us not fence, here, right here on the camera I have many pictures of you both engaging in, not to put too fine a point on it, sex with a baboon maybe several different baboons I think.”

He separated his arms, palms up, to make his point.

“That’s our camera, and what’s on it has nothing to do with you,” Viv as ever wanted to show her defiance.

“Maybe so, but I do know what’s on it and that knowledge is all I need isn’t it?”

“Knowledge of what?” I felt ashamed and defeated, but I had to ask.

“Knowledge to persuade you to help me.”

“Help you? Why should we help you?”

He just held up the camera again.

“As I said, we can help each other, ladies,” he said. “You seem to like the ape’s ladies, which in itself is unusual. I need women to breed naturally with my Chimps and bonobo’s so of course you can help.”

I looked at Viv and she shrugged almost imperceptibly, then she looked directly at Tom, and said, “Ok, you have the photos. You know that we enjoy animals, but it’s not just a case of mating with them is it?”

“No, not at all,” he said. “I’ll be frank with you. I want you to breed with the chimps and the bonobos, one of you with each species. I think I have enough knowledge now to get you both pregnant to the apes.”

*****

It wasn’t until we had returned to our room that the full significance of what we had heard from Tom was able to be digested.

“Did we agree to do what I think we agreed to?” I asked Viv.

“We agreed to nothing at all, but we didn’t say no either.” She frowned as she replied, then went on. “We didn’t agree, but we may as well have because from where I stand, we have little way of refusing him.”

“Oh for crying out loud, it can’t be that easy to make us do something we don’t want to do,” I said.

Moment by moment I was becoming more indignant. Sure, we had been indiscreet. Although we thought we had been careful. We didn’t know we were being set up nor did we know that by doing what we did it just aided and abetted Tom’s plans for us. Was it possible at all, that they knew what we had come here with an intention of doing if we could? No, that was silly. I asked myself who at home, so far away, knew about Viv and me. No one did, of course, then I frowned. I had been silent for some time, then I looked straight at Viv.

“Viv, think carefully. Before we left home to come here, did you say anything to anyone about where we were going?”

I knew that I hadn’t so if anyone knew it had to have come from Viv.

“Sure I did, it wasn’t a secret. I told the post office when I was getting my passport application ready, my hairdresser of course, everyone tells their hair dresser what they are doing. Oh, I told lots of people. Why?”

I didn’t answer her directly, but I asked, “How about your housekeeper and her husband?”

“Yes, yes them too.”

“Do they know about you and your dog?”

I was sitting on the bed with my head in my hands.

“Sara and Tom? Sure, I told them they’ll be looking after the farm for me and they had to know where to contact me.”

“I understand that, but did they know about you and your dog?”

“Maybe, maybe not,” Viv said. “I really don’t know. I suspect so. Well, a few times after I let him out of my room suddenly Sara would appear on some pretext or another to ask silly questions. Yes, maybe they did. They said nothing though. What are you getting at?”

“Just a second, can I ask just one more question before you answer?”

I was now standing as I realized what had been just a wild thought might mean something.

“Ok, but I still want to know what you are driving at.”

“It’s just an Idea, but if I get the answer I expect next I’ll be pretty sure I’m right.”

“Well, don’t hang around, ask!”

Viv seemed to be getting agitated.

“The idea to come here was ours right?” I said.

“Of course it was, remember. We applied for the job.”

“Yes, we did, but I for one didn’t think we had the right credentials, well, experience to be exact.”

“Yes, we were lucky, but the publisher of the magazine is Sarah’s son by her first marriage… Oh shit, I think see what you mean.”

“Yes, well, there’s one other thing. You said before we left that this Tom here was the best wildlife guide with the best private nature reserve in Africa”

“Well, Sarah and Tom, they said he was. Besides, he is some sort of relation to Tom, a second cousin or something. Sarah’s Tom was born in South Africa and emigrated when Apartheid ended.”

For a long time that evening sleep evaded me. We had been set up and manipulated, that was clear now. What could we do? That was a conundrum and I had no answer. It wasn’t an easy decision either.

We may have continued our odyssey of sexual exploration with a variety of animals, if we agreed to become Tom’s breeders we could have mated with Chimps or bonobos at the very least. However, and it was a big however, getting pregnant with an ape offspring was not in our plans. In fact, I felt a little revulsion at the thought of my body being used in that way.

“June, are you still awake?” Viv whispered in the dark.

“Yes, I can’t sleep. I’m having all sorts of creepy thoughts.”

“I know, me too. I keep thinking of having a furry ape baby and it’s awful.”

“Yeah! Me too, but were in the middle of know where here we can’t make a run for it and hope to survive.”

“No! I have turned over the idea in my head time and time again and I can’t see how we can escape, but we must.”

I knew where our conversation was going to end. We were going to talk oursElviss into escaping no matter what the risk might be.

*****

We had been talking for an hour and had worked oursElviss up enough to the point where we had begun to develop a plan of sorts to escape. It wasn’t a good plan and it involved walking through unknown country with lots of predatory animals just ready to eat us. This was especially true at night when we had to make our move. If we did go it had to be now. Then just as we had talked up the courage there was a knock on the door; without invitation Assad came in.

“Mr. Tom wants you at the house, now.”

His statement was churlish almost rude.

“Go outside and wait till you’re invited in, you rude man,” Viv snapped.

“Come now, please,” he didn’t move, but I noticed the contemptuous emphasis on the ‘please’.

My heart sank. I felt a cold foreboding in the way Assad had spoken. However, Viv would not be intimidated and demanded again that Assad leave the room so we might dress.

“No time to dress,” he interrupted firmly. “Come now.”

Two more black men entered the room and I had a feeling of things getting out of hand really quickly but Viv tried once more.

I said, “Go away, it’s the middle of the night and we need our sleep.”

“You don’t sleep, you talk,” Assad said.

It was then that I realized, along with Viv, that all we had been discussing had been heard by someone, our room was bugged. Things happened quickly then. The three men bundled us from our bed and half carried, half pushed us protesting into the big house. Inside the main room Tom sat behind his desk, fingers laced before him as he watched us being forced into the two padded chairs opposite him.

“Now, ladies, I thought we could do this the easy way, but I see, now I heard you weren’t going to cooperate. It would have been a foolish thing to do, trying to escape on foot during the night. From my point of view, it would have been a criminal waste. Two perfect females who appreciate the finer things about sex with animals shouldn’t be wasted at all,” he said.

“No! I will not let you risk your life on a silly escape. With or without your cooperation you will be mated with the bonobos and chimps. You will deliver their offspring. We will address this in more detail shortly because there are many things to do before you are taken to the animal enclosures, but I must strongly suggest that when you are you do not resist the apes. That would of course be fatal.”

Turning to Assad, he inclined his head to the white door on his right. “Take them to the surgery, Assad.”

*****

The room was more than a surgery, it was more like a small hospital. Not quite an intensive care unit, but it had a mirror of equipment none the less. I had taken the room in at a glance as I was pushed toward a trolley bed near the right wall and Viv was shoved and dragged to the opposite side and lifted bodily onto a similar bed to the one I had been pushed onto.

I hadn’t resisted as much as Viv, I was simply numb. When I had begun this journey with animals I had always remained in control. Now I wasn’t in control at all. I was shaking, fearful and lost. Animals of any kind didn’t evoke the same fear as men, not even dogs.

I didn’t have much time to reflect on my, our predicament before Tom came into the surgery. As my attention was diverted by his entrance into the room, I felt a sudden prick in my shoulder and only had enough time to see the blurring figure next to Viv jab her with a needle.

Naked, confused, dazed, groggy and numb I woke. I tried to sit up, but my head ached and my vision blurred and I slumped back onto a lightly padded pallet. I felt cold, disoriented and bewildered as I lay on my back struggling to regain my faculties. Where was Viv? I called her name or at least tried to all that came from my mouth was a croak. My throat felt constricted. I tried again and again a croak was all I could manage from my sore, raw throat.

Minutes passed and my Vision began to clear, although my head still throbbed behind my eyes. Clearly there was a connection, perhaps that jab I had received. When was it? How long had I been out? What had they done to me? All these questions and more, but no answers.

More time passed and gradually images began to come into focus and immediately I began to shake. Above me was thick black bars several inches apart. As my head turned I saw that I was in a barred enclosure, a cage. I couldn’t see Viv and I couldn’t call out. I guessed if she was awake, some place close she couldn’t call out either. My vision cleared more and I could make out the cage in its entirety. It was an animal cage and there were animal smells. I wasn’t sure exactly what smells they were. Not cats. I knew what they smelled like at a Zoo, everyone did. It was another smell entirely.

Slowly I noticed a black shape in the next cage, it moved, then stopped. I struggled to focus on the shape, but gradually it came into focus. It was a chimp. Its round, brown eyes were no more than a meter away, staring at me. The shiny black coated chimp reaching out through the bars, palm up. I edged back on my bench.

“Do you like your new friend, June?”

It was Tom. I turned to face the voice.

“Don’t try to answer, your throat will be constricted for some time yet. A side effect of the procedure I’m afraid. I’ll send one of the girls out with some food, thin soup is about all you can manage at the moment. I know you want to ask questions perhaps. However, all that you need to know is that I have made some adjustments to your DNA, nothing major but I won’t try to explain right now.

“Maybe you want to scream and curse me, but that won’t do your throat any good at all so relax. Get to know your future mate. By the looks of him, he is already interested in you. Anyway, your soup won’t be long and your vitamin drink as well.”

He turned on his heel and left. A short time later I could hear him talking again and I was able to hear enough to know he was talking to Viv.

*****

The day dragged on. My head still thumped but ever so gradually the throbbing was subsiding. For the most part I lay or sat on the padded bench. Occasionally I walked to the front of the cage and tried to peer out of the bars to get some sense of where I was. However, there was nothing to see except the opposing bars of another line of empty cages.

Somewhere close and unseen a low base rumbles of a prowling lion began. Perhaps the lion had just woken or just arrived. I couldn’t see where it was but it was close. It was a familiar sound of a captive animal pacing up and down in the close confines of a cage. Anyone who visited a Zoo had seen or heard the like behavior.

The lion’s discontented rumbling only added to the growing cacophony of other animals that testified to the zoo like conditions of my captivity. The meals arrived regularly throughout the day. They were well prepared and light, even if they were mostly of the liquid variety. My throat was still excruciatingly sore and anything more than the thin soups and broth as well as the drinks would have been impossible to swallow. The drink, which arrived in an aluminum container better suited to bicycle riders was largely unnecessary as I got all the fluids I need in the soup meals.

Next door the chimp kept a close vigil with me and several times he reached through the bars to offer his hand. I had refused the contact until later in the day when the shadows were lengthening and I was feeling the first chill of the closing night.

I reached out and held lightly to the offered hand. It was smooth; yet it had a hard softness to it as the ape gradually closed his fingers about mine. For some reason I felt compelled to talk to the ape, but I remained silent but for a few, painful cracklings. For more than a half hour we just held hands, first one then two. It was kind of cute and would seem almost romantic to the casual observer. However, to me romance was not the reason to be holding hands. It was an acute need for companionship.

I wondered what had happened to Viv, but I couldn’t call, couldn’t ask and it was that uncertainty that made my need for the Apes companionship, all be it through the cage bars.

A native worker arrived with my evening meal. Again soup but this time with a slice of bread that I needed to dip in the soup for me to get it down but anything solid was a welcome change.

By the third day I was becoming depressed and my mind began to wonder and have some thoughts of hopelessness. My throat was healing and not for the first time I wondered what had been done to make it so intolerably sore. I couldn’t yet speak more than part of a word before my hoarse voice failed me, but I was happier knowing I hadn’t become completely dumb.

The ritual of hand holding with the Chimp had increased and I was sure we both got some comfort from the contact. He seemed a placid enough animal for the most part, except for several outbursts of animalistic rage where he raced the length of his cage and used the bars to hurl himself into the air and tumble maddeningly back to the floor. I wasn’t sure what brought these outbursts on but I was conscious of his maleness increasing from time to time and more readily as we held hands. Those outbursts of irrational behavior reminded me he was definitely a wild animal and exceedingly powerful.

Each day my blood pressure and temperature was taken twice a day, morning and evening. My blood was taken daily as well. Then on the morning of the fourth day Tom arrived. I hadn’t seen him since the first day and his presence told me that something was afoot.

“Well, now things are coming along nicely, I see,” Tome said.

He held a clipboard in his hand and hooked it hospital fashion at the end of my cage.

“Your voice still hasn’t returned, I see. It will, maybe in a few days more. It’s the medication causing the swelling and constriction.”

He went to the chimp’s cage and entered the enclosure closing the door quickly behind him. The chimp became a little agitated; Tom looked toward me as two of his men slipped into the cage from the other end.

“He sees me as a rival,” Tom said. “He knows I’m male and he has become possessive of you. Can’t say I blame him for that. Another time and another place I might consider your favors worth fighting for. However, now you mean more to me as a matron for my new breed.”

The two black men enticed the chimp toward the back door of his cage as Tom continued talking. The chimp was reluctant, but whatever they were holding out to him, I couldn’t see exactly what it was, it looked like a simple cloth, interested him enough to get him to follow them. He kept looking at me as he followed them.

“From all of your readings it would appear that you are approaching the time we have waited for. Over the next week you’ll be mated to this chimp, chimp eleven. We don’t give them names, just numbers, as they aren’t pets. Just in case he has a problem we’ll move another chimp into this cage and one in the cage on the other side of yours. That’ll provide enough incentive for him to do the job, but even if he does, you’ll be mated with the other two chimps as insurance.”

I was furious, livid with rage and humiliation. Unable to speak compounded my frustration. I was being treated like a stud animal. I reflected on things I had seen in the past where cows were taken to the bull to be serviced or the bull introduced to the herd to mate the cows as they came into season. I had shown my empathetic side when I had watched a gorgeous, sleek black thoroughbred stallion brutally rape a reluctant filly under the guiding hand of a crew of stud employees and I felt that filly’s humiliation for her. She had been reluctant, as far as I could gage, from the way she had lashed out and moved in avoidance, but in the end she had been no match for the stud workers and the rampant stallion who had taken twenty seconds to do the deed spilling much of his seed onto the ground as he had dismounted from the filly.

Now I was going to be that filly or cow with no say in who violated me. No way of choosing who or what implant their sticky seed inside me to bloom into a baby. Everything about what was happening was wrong. It was true and could be argued that the way that I had given myself to a variety of other animals, but that had been my choice and apart from Viv it had been my secret. This was going to be a public breeding watched by men, men who I didn’t know and wished I had never known.

The irony of the event was that I didn’t hold any ill will to the chimp, in fact I rather liked him. He was almost human; funny in lots of ways that I had discovered in the quiet moments we had shared in the past four days. To have him mate me under different circumstances may have been nice, but to be impregnated by a chimp was something that was just not right. Yet that was what was intended and I had no choice in the matter.

The creaking grinds of metal on metal behind me made me turn as the back door of my caged enclosure in time to see it swing open and the chimp, with little encouragement from the two men, sauntered in. Behind the cages was a walkway, narrow but enough to move animals from one enclosure to the next. There were obviously cages beyond the narrow transfer path, but the sheet metal wall prevented me from seeing what was in those cages. The front of the cages was serviced by a much wider walkway and could, if needed, provide access for a small vehicle and was used when the men had brought me my meals.

Now, without bars separating us the chimp seemed uncertain. I was uncertain, perhaps a little afraid. We eyed each other closely the three watching men forgotten for the moment, although they would be my insurance if the chimp did get out of control. Chimps were strong, No.11 had demonstrated that a number of times in the last few days and he could get angry. However, at the moment he wasn’t angry. I watched him approach me in a way that was more shy than wary. He was bigger than he had looked from the other side of the bars. He paused several feet from me and reached out a hand like he had done through the bars. I joined him with mine.

In that typical chimp motion, he seemed to glide up close all limbs in motion. I had no need to be afraid as he seemed totally at ease if curious as he tugged on my arm.

“Sit on the bench, June,” Tom said in a calm though firm voice.

I looked at him and wished I could tell him to get stuffed, but I couldn’t, so I eased back onto the center of the long, wide bench that I had used to sit and sleep on and the chimp followed closely and in a single gliding motion was on the bench with me. I looked from the chimp to Tom.

Tom responded, “Just let him check you out, lay back on the bench so he can find you.”

He was issuing instructions and it was if he had me on a string I couldn’t, now wouldn’t disobey. Probably because I was getting to like this hairy man a lot and wanted to feel his hands on me. I really didn’t know what I was doing complying like I was but I lifted my left leg onto the bench followed by my right leg. The chimp eased under my left leg as I had lifted it, but he remained unmoved when my right leg came onto the bench.

I was sitting with my back to the bars and the chimp between my two outstretched legs. His eyes and hands roved over my body and I held my gaze on the surprisingly powerful chimp. He was so human in many ways. His brow furrowed and his lips curled as he concentrated on my hairless form. Well, I did have hair, of course, but to this hairy male I was hairless. The consternation on his features were clear and puzzled as his hands roamed along my inner and outer thigh.

A momentary feel of my vulva caused be to flinch, but the exploring hands moved on. Moving from my hips to my belly button, eliciting a sharp intake of my breath then onto my breasts. For a while he teased my nipples that responded rigidly. I looked down at the gnarled hands as they rolled and teased me until my nipples were so rigid and engorged that they tugged at my chest with a pleasant ache.

I lifted my eyes from the chimp’s hands and looked into his eyes. Eyes that were deep pools of mysterious brown wetness just inches from mine. I wasn’t conscious of what I did next, but my hands came up to his face and gently cupped the black hairy face with my long slender fingers. He didn’t flinch, but slowly backed away and lowered his large wet mouth to my shoulder sniffing and licking my salty unwashed skin with his tactile tongue.

Over his shoulder I was aware that Tom had moved from the neighboring cage to be replaced by a rather largish, rough looking chimp. He looked ugly and brutish making me shudder a little thinking about what Tom had said earlier. Compared to the chimp now exploring my every bump and crevice he was certainly uglier.

Even as Tom was being replaced by the Ugly chimp another chimp had been turned into the cage behind me. I only became aware of its presence when a hairy arm came across my shoulder to fondle my breast even as the chimp, Number eleven, I’ll call him Elvis, much nicer and more personnel I think, was sliding his rubbery lips across my belly toward my pubic mound.

Elvis suddenly became aware of the intruding hand and with a deafening shriek he pulled back suddenly. With his hands sliding to my hips, he dragged me back into the middle of the padded pallet that we were on. Looking at the offending ape in the next cage with a defiant, passive look Elvis began to show he’s not inconsiderable set of nasty looking teeth to demonstrate his dominance.

Now I was not a participant, but a possession. I was a possession of Tom’s and of Elvis; as such I knew by instinct that my role from now on would be subservient for my own wellbeing and safety.

With his top lip curled back Elvis slid his fingers into my crotch and rubbed his middle digit into my moist vagina. I flinched at his sudden roughness. However, he was no sooner pressing into my with his dry digit than he had withdrawn. For several seconds he sniffed at the result of his exploration.

The apes in the opposing cages were now agitated and were vocalizing their frustrations with a cacophony of cries. I lay there, eyes wide and afraid. Not of the chimp who had just fingered me, but of my situation. I had suddenly become the object of the carnal desires of not one, but three extremely powerful male apes. In some respects that made me feel a significant rise in my feminine receptiveness that tingled in my groin. Now I could smell the rising of my own sexual compliance.

I was now his plaything that would be the receptacle of his animalistic need to breed. I was a stud mare intended to produce offspring for the mad scientist Tom, Elvis, for now, was to be my stud.

As I had listened to the din and became self-absorbed at my own bodies increasing wet preparedness I had been unaware of Elvis sliding his hands under my behind as he edged into my lifted and open groin. When he had pulled me away from the bars of the cage next door, I had fallen into a totally reclined position and now, face to face the hairy Chimp stud was about to mount me like a regular lover, missionary style.

I was trembling as the Chimp began to poke at me with his rather thin penis. He was a little high, rubbing over my tummy rather pleasantly, but not yet close to my vagina. I looked at the expressive face now over my chest. I groaned at my own wantonness and slid my arms around his back under his long arms. Then I rose my bum and closed my calves over Elvis’s rather narrow bum in a lovers embrace. Instantly he/I was rewarded as he buried himself in my accepting warmth.

As the chimps wet warmth had spread inside my belly the realization that I was probably, at that moment, already pregnant with a god knew what. I became dizzy with a rising nausea as while the chimp was still inside me. The thought of being pregnant brought me back to reality quite quickly and I felt ill; I was ill; leaning over the edge of the pallet to be sick as the cacophony slowly subsided everything around me turned black.

The following three days were uncomfortable. The noise from my other two potential suitors in the adjoining cages was annoying me. My nerves were on edge; my head ached. Their groping hands further confined me to the center of the cage, keeping well clear of the groping hands of the increasingly frustrated pair. Elvis, had his way with me several times a day and each time I couldn’t help but feel ill at the thought of being made pregnant by a chimp. Indeed, I was probably pregnant already; although I had no way of knowing if I was or wasn’t, I could swear that I felt different, different inside. The night was worse. They were long, dark, cold, lonely nights; I slept little as my mind narrowed focus onto the situation of being with child, a horrible hairy, long limbed, deformed child. It was imagination, of course, but imagination was my only company in this confining cage.

The afternoon of the third day two of the keepers came to the cage and after a lot of encouragement Elvis was removed from the cage. Once he was outside; the front door of the cage was closed. Realizing we had been separated, the chimp got excited; refusing to go with the keepers and holding onto the bars. The keepers seemed unconcerned, but remained watchful then from behind me the squeaky door opened and the touchy feely chimp bounded into my cage.

This chimp looked mean with a white facial scar and a torn ear, long since healed. He looked wild eyed and showed his intention once he was confronting me. His regularly flaccid penis now erect with purpose. He had retained his frustrations for too long; he grabbed my arm and in an instant he was dragging me powerfully toward the padded pallet.

I had to resist my fear and instinct to struggle with the aroused chimp. With all my reserves I became a subservient female with self-preservation my only objective. If I had been in another situation or mood, I would have seen the humor in the way he dragged my legs open to mount me face to face as he had seen Elvis mount me. He was rough and urgent and had unloaded in little jerking spasms before dismounting; returning moments later to repeat the insemination. Twice more he raped me before the keepers removed me from the cage, leaving the randy ape resting on my pallet.

Moments later I was pushed reluctantly into the other ape enclosure where I was again taken repeatedly and roughly by the third ape until I leaked chimp semen. Now with a cocktail of Chimp cum inside me competing to impregnate me, if I wasn’t already, I felt sticky, bruised, dirty and broken.

It was dark when I was finally removed from the caged enclosures and taken back to the surgery.

 

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