Totengraeber
11-09-2009, 07:49 AM
Zoo Work-Experience
by Lord John Thomas (lord_john_thomas@hotmail.com)
***
This story tells of how ignoring one or two basic
safety rules, could have led to a young girl into
getting injured or even killed whilst attending a work-
experience program at a local zoo. But as it was, she
wasn't injured, but ended-up getting raped by Apes!
(MMf, nc, rp, 1st, beast)
***
All of my stories include descriptions of sex scenes
that could cause offence to some people. Please do not
read this story if you are offended by perverse sexual
material, or if you are under the legal age of consent
for your own country. These stories are pure fiction
and are not based on anyone living or deceased
I don't know if school children in America have the
same system as we do here in the UK. Towards the end of
the last term at school, we select a work placement
that we think might interest us as a job when we leave
school. We then attend that employment for a two week
period instead of school, to enable our job choice
before we have actually left school. I have always been
interested in animals, and a placement at the local zoo
really grabbed my attention. My name is Virginia, I am
a small slightly built blond girl, and I had my
eighteen birthday only a month before my job
experience.
The two weeks seamed to pass by in a flash, and I was
now on the last afternoon of my last day, I had
thoroughly enjoyed myself the whole time. The idea of
the scheme is that you should work alongside a regular
worker, and not be left unsupervised.
However today when I arrived; there was a shortage of
staff due to a virus that was going around. I had been
working with the baboons for the past three days, and
at the morning briefing, I suggested that I felt
confident enough to cope with the day's duties on my
own. I was trying to impress in order that I might get
offered a permanent position when I left school. As
they were in real difficulties, the supervisor agreed,
on condition that one of the fulltime staff called to
check that I was alright at regular intervals.
The day had gone well, it was 5:00 pm, we were into the
last hour, Pete (the regular worker who was checking me
each hour) had just left, saying,
"Meet you in the briefing room at six."
As this was my last day I was going down the local pub
to have a drink with a gang of the workers, and we were
meeting at 6:00 pm when the zoo closed. All that was
left for me to do to finish the day, was to put the
food that I had already prepared, into the empty indoor
enclosure. At 5:30 a bell would sound to tell the
visitors to the zoo that we were due to close. This was
also the signal to open the door from the outside
enclosure, to the inside. The animals got used to this
signal, and as soon as they heard the bell they would
automatically make there way inside to get to the food.
Once counted-in, I had to collect the water bowls from
the outside enclosure, put them into soak overnight,
and I was out'a here.
There was always a rush to get to the three showers in
the women's changing rooms, and it could sometimes be
6:30 before you got your turn. I wanted to be away on
time tonight, so I had worked out a plan to beat the
rush. I had put the food ready in the inside enclosure,
and I had fifteen minutes until I had to let the
baboons in. My last job of collecting the bowls would
not get me messed up or smelly, so off I dashed to the
showers. I hurriedly had a shower, got dried, put on my
clean bra, I was searching in my bag for my knickers
when I heard the feeding bell.
I thought, "Blow it I'll get my knickers when I come
back."
Grabbing the nearest clean overall coat, I put it on
and ran back to the baboon house.
I dashed straight through the food preparation room,
and reached up to the enclosure door control panel; the
baboons were crowded around the door fighting each
other to get in and they were all getting very
agitated. I pressed the button to open the gate and
started counting them in. They were coming-in in such a
rush that counting was impossible. Even when they were
inside they were chasing around wildly, so I just give
up counting. I assumed they must all be in, and closed
the ape's enclosure door.
I now opened my door from the feeding room to the
outside enclosure. I went outside, closing the door and
wedged it with a log. Now this door had a very
complicated locking system to prevent the baboons from
opening it from the outside enclosure. The problem was
that it was too complicated, and so difficult to open
that the permanent keeper that I had been working with,
didn't bother to use it. He had showed me how to wedge
a wooden log between the outside wall and the door, as
he said.
"You aren't going to be out here if the baboons are in
the enclosure, so why they bother with that stupid lock
beats me."
I ran across the enclosure gathering the drinking
bowls, the overall coat that I had grabbed wasn't mine
and was about ten sizes too big. It bellowed in the
slight breeze like a tent as I ran, and the draught
reminded me that I hadn't got any knickers or skirt on
under the coat. I picked up the last bowl, turned
around to return to the feeding room, and what I saw
froze me to the spot.
Halfway across the enclosure were two adolescent males,
coming towards me at full speed. I dropped the bowls
and ran, not to anywhere, just away from the apes. Next
second I was rolling across the ground, where one of
the baboons had bounded onto my back and knocked me
flying. He was coming at me again, I curled into a
ball. THUD. I was sent bowling over again.
"GET INTO THE SUBMISSIVE POSITION. QUICKLY BEFORE HE
HITS YOU AGAIN."
One of the keepers was shouting at me from the fence at
the outside of the enclosure.
"The submissive position?" I thought. Yes we were told
about this on our first day, but I never thought I
would ever put it into practice. If being attacked,
don't run under any circumstances. Always go down on
your knees, head and shoulders to the floor, with
elbows tucked in and hands on the back of the head.
This is the position that all apes use to signal that
they are yielding to a superior, and are no threat to
him. It normally calms down the aggressor, and ends any
attack.
THUD. Again I was bowling over, but this time I rolled
into the other baboon, who lashed out, ripping my coat
open. I rolled up onto my knees, got my head right down
and clasped my hands around the back of my head as
tight as possible. One baboon came across and punched
me in the side of my ribs. It winded me, but I managed
to stay in the kneeling position, with my bottom up.
The baboons were suddenly calmed down, and now just
seamed inquisitive, poking, sniffing and prodding me. I
could hear the keeper on the outside of the enclosure
shouting for someone to get the tranquiliser gun, and
for others to go around to the enclosure entrance to
divert the baboon's attention.
It would be a long way to run to get the gun from the
main office, where it was kept. They would then have to
run all the way back around the enclosure to the
entrance. This was the entrance that I had wedged shut
with the log. But they weren't going to know this,
until they got there. Only then would they realise that
they couldn't get in. All of this would take at least
another four or five minutes. Meanwhile, my ripped
overall coat gave the baboons, and the now gathering
crowd, clear visibility of my lower end. The baboons
were squabbling over who was the main man out of the
two of them.
Normally the big dominant male wouldn't let either of
them get anywhere near any female. But as he was now
locked in the inside enclosure, this was their chance.
They must have realised that I was female, by there
prodding and sniffing. I looked back under my own body;
I could see both of them had pink pricks sticking out
of their sheaths. One grabbed my leg and pulled me
sideways, I didn't fall, but before I could bring my
other leg across to close the gap, the other baboon was
on my back.
I had thought that I had seen a little pink prick
sticking out, but within seconds it was growing inside
me, as he pounded away. I was a true virgin, and this
was a rude awakening. He was ramming me like it was his
first fuck, and all his birthdays had come at once. I
was in extreme pain, but that didn't stop me getting
aroused. I hadn't got a clue what to expect, but
feelings were welling up inside me, and my cries of
pain were turning into cries or gasps of pleasure. In
no time at all, I felt his hot cum squirting inside me.
When he slipped out, he was still squirting all over,
as he run around like an excited child. I didn't know
what an orgasm was, so I didn't know I hadn't had one.
I was still gasping and moaning when baboon number two
got mounted, it went in easier than the first one.
Although just as big, this time there was less pain,
and the pleasure started immediately. I was soon
pushing back onto him as fast as he was thrusting into
me. When I felt his hot load pumping up, I was treated
to my first orgasm. How do you describe it? There isn't
anything that I have experienced, either before or
since that you can compare it to. All I know is that as
he slipped out of my cunt, I rolled over and over
writhing about uncontrollably.
This was a big mistake, as quickly as they had
previously calmed down, they now got aggressive again.
One of them grabbed hold of me by the sleeve of my
coat, dragging me across the ground. My overall ripped
into two pieces, and left me with only one arm in a
sleeve of half an overall. I quickly got back into the
submissive position, with my bum up in the air, and was
instantly mounted, by which one I don't know (not that
it matters). I was obviously getting used to this by
now, as I was soon pumping in unison with him.
"TRY YOUR BEST TO KEEP AS STILL AS POSSIBLE. I'M GOING
TO TRY TO TRANQUILISE HIM."
I could hear the keeper's voice shouting from the
perimeter fence. I looked across; he was stood at the
top of a ladder leaned against the fence with a rifle
in his hands. I froze, praying that he would hit the
baboon and not me.
WHACK. The dart thudded into the baboon, he let out a
yelp. But it didn't stop him fucking. He kept pumping
away as though nothing had happened, and it was lasting
a lot longer this time. Then I heard another WHACK.
This time it was the other baboon that yelped, as he
scampered away across the enclosure. Back to my baboon.
He was still going strong, fucking away as if the dart
was having no effect.
I could now tell the signs, and knew I was building for
another rush of emotion and spasms. I wasn't
disappointed; the ape shot his second load and I arched
my back high as he pumped the fluid up deep into my
virgin cunt. His motion stopped, and I felt a dead
weight bearing down on me, I collapsed to the floor
face down, with him still inside. His prick was
gradually shrinking and slipping out. Then I felt him
being lifted off me by two keepers who had scaled the
fence, using ladders.
I was carried back inside, and laid on a stretcher.
They draped a blanket over me, and carried me to the
medical room. In the medical room, I was examined by
three of the head keepers. They were all male, only one
of which was responsible for first aid. They had my
legs wide open as they poked and prodded, and
eventually they cleaned me up. I was then read the riot
act, and told how lucky I had been.
"They could have ripped you to shreds, you're lucky you
weren't killed. You know you should NEVER go into the
enclosure until every one of the baboons has been
counted-in. And what do you think you were doing
wedging the door; there was no way we could get in to
rescue you. And lastly you were told the zoo rules
about underwear, when not wearing jeans. I can't
imagine what you were playing at, no wonder they got
aroused, you know they've got an acute sense of smell."
They were right, it had been explained to me, that you
count the baboons back inside to make sure the
enclosure is empty.
The wedging of the door open, was as I've already said,
not my idea, but they didn't want to hear that.
And we were told that it is preferred that even female
staff wear jeans. But if we decided to wear a skirt, or
if overall coats are worn without wearing jeans then
the zoo provide special knickers made in a tough
material, with elastic round the legs. Definitely not
sexy, very rough on the skin, and they made you sweat.
In the hot weather most of the girls just wore the
overall coat over their bra and knickers, otherwise it
was too hot. None of them ever wore the special
knickers that were provided. The reason for these
special knickers had tactfully been explained when I
first started at the zoo. They'd told us, that when
working with chimps and some of the less aggressive
monkeys, wearing these cast iron knickers prevented
accidental injuries.
In short the keepers said that what had happened to me,
was entirely my own fault. They even suggested I could
even be prosecuted for not following the safety
procedures. They said they may even have to bill my
parents, for the value of the two baboons, if they
don't recover from the anaesthetic. They said, with
this on my record I had no chance of a job, here or any
where else.
I kept saying how sorry I was, and asked if there was
anything I could do to put things right. Well I suppose
your young, and you've learned your lesson. Up until
this mistake you've shown a lot off promise, and it
would be a pity to spoil such a promising career. If we
were to keep it quiet and not report your mistakes, we
would all be in trouble if anyone finds out.
"What are you prepared to do to make it worth our
while?"
It was obvious that they were all aroused by what they
had just witnessed, and giving me an examination hadn't
helped.
"What do you mean?"
"Well what about a little feel?"
Asked one man.
"I thought that was what you'd just done to me."
"You're not very cooperative are you? We might as well
make the report out now," he snapped.
"No don't do that, I'll lay back and let you play with
me," I said apologetically. They'd been poking around
already, so I didn't think it was worth making a fuss
about.
There were hands all over me, and I was soon getting
aroused by the man playing with my clit. I started
lifting, arching my back laid there with my eyes
closed. I felt great, and I couldn't disguise the fact.
Then someone lifted my legs high and wide, and I felt
something entering my cunt, and it wasn't a finger. One
of the men had lowered his trousers, and he was up on
the examination couch with me. Once he'd got his knob
end in, he pushed his hard prick up in one thrust.
This was my first experience of fucking in this
position, and being laid on a comfortable couch, this
was starting to become enjoyable. He was a man of about
forty-five, and physically quite fit, he was in no
hurry, and his strokes were slow and long. I lifted
with each of his strokes, and each time we met I felt
his balls slapping my arse, I realised I was moaning
out loud, and one of the other keepers was fondling my
tits.
The other keeper climbed onto the head of the couch,
and knelt over my face, pushing his prick towards my
mouth.
"Come on luv, give this a suck," he said as he pushed
it hard against my lips. I reluctantly opened my mouth,
and sucked like I was told. Once again, this like the
fucking was quite pleasurable once I'd got used to it.
I could taste some liquid seeping from his dick, it
tasted almost sweet.
I thought, it doesn't taste like piss, and he can't be
cuming yet. I had never heard of pre-cum, but that's
what it was. Every few strokes he would thrust hard
pushing it into my throat, and making me gasp for
breath. My other lover was still lunging away at my
cunt, and I was responding to every movement. I got
used to timing my breaths to just before, the prick
blocked my windpipe, and this enabled him to push
deeper.
"My god she's swallowing my dick right down her throat.
I've never seen anyone take this much before. I'm
cuming already, oh god! AH AHH. Oh Jesus, that was
fucking unbelievable. She's a fucking natural," and at
that he pulled out. Now while he'd been giving his
speech, his prick had been going deeper, and when he
shot his load, it wasn't a case of me swallowing it, it
was shot straight down my throat into my belly. The
trouble was while he was shooting he kept it in my
throat, and I almost passed out through lack of breath.
As he pulled out I coughed like a person just taking
their first breath after being saved from drowning.
Being taken this close to blacking out is a strange
sensation, and although the rest of my body was limp,
my hips had continued thrusting away as if on auto
pilot. I could suddenly feel my cunt flooding with
fluid, and contracting in a spasmodic and
uncontrollable way. My lover was simultaneously
injecting his liquid up deep inside.
He pulled out and stood there watching me writhing
about. The keeper who had up to now only been feeling
my tits, climbed onto the couch, lay down beside me,
and rolled me over on top of him. My legs dropped
either side of his body, and he slid me down onto his
dick. He started by holding me around the waist and
lifting me up and down.
He was using my cunt like a wanking glove. Gradually, I
regained my consciousness, and I took over the lifting
up and down to get the longest stroke I could, without
letting it slip out. Someone was fingering my arse;
using the slimy cum from around my cunt to aid the
finger that he was poking deep into me. Now he was
using two fingers, god that hurt, but in no time he'd
stopped and pulled them out.
Now what? No he wouldn't. AHG! He was. He was forcing
his prick up my arse, whilst I already had another
prick up my cunt! I thought my flesh was being ripped
apart. But it appears that the female body must be
designed to take this kind of abuse. Within five
minutes I was experiencing as much pleasure as I was
pain.
The prick was still pushing deep up into my bowels, and
the pain was still making me wince. But there was this
overwhelming volcano building deep in the pit of my
stomach, and I couldn't control my body movements. I
was giving out cries, whelps, groans and all manner of
animal like noises, so much so that the spare keeper
held a towel over my mouth to deaden the noise. The
climax was coming, and all three of us could sense it,
they were both pumping in unison, and there strokes
were getting faster.
Then the spunk started pumping, I could feel it warm up
my arse. The spunk in my cunt was met with a rush of
fluid from deep within, that forced its way passed the
prick and sprayed over his balls. Then I had a sudden
contraction, which squeezed another shot out of his
prick. My arse now had a contraction, squeezing the
other mans prick, as if my cunt was showing it how to
react. These contractions, arse and cunt continued well
after the man had pulled out of my arse, and I had been
pushed off and aside by my other stud. I lay there
convulsing uncontrollably, with all three men looking
on and making crude remarks.
I was cleaned up and told to meet them at 7:00 pm the
next day at the Cross Keys (this was a pub in one of
the local villages). I promised I would, but I never
intended to keep that promise, and I never did. They
gave me an overall coat to wear, and they walked me
back to the women's changing room, where they left me,
saying, "See you tomorrow, don't be late."
I thought to myself, "Fuck you! You're not seeing me or
my arse again!"
The changing room was empty, as it was now getting on
for 7:00 pm. I found my bag of clothes, and my knickers
had been there all the time. But being little skimpy
ones I had missed them, they'd been tucked into the
sleeve of my blouse. I was soon dressed, and made my
way out of the zoo. As I passed the briefing room, the
light was still on, and I could see three of the lads
inside. I thought, that's kind of them, they've waited
for me.
As I opened the door they all got up and rushed across
towards me, asking if I was alright now. I didn't know
whether they'd all seen my performance with the
baboons, or just heard about it, but they all seemed
genuinely concerned. Nobody made any rude remarks, or
tried to blame me, not like the keepers. They asked if
I felt up to going out for a drink, or did I want
taking straight home. I needed a drink, so what the
hell.
"Come on lads get me drunk, it's been one hell of a
day."
The evening in the pub went well, we were soon laughing
and joking and the day's event was almost blanked out
of my mind. I was being plied with booze, as fast as
they could get me to drink it. After about an hour I
was loosening up and the lads were taking it in turns
to pull me into the corner of the booth and snog (kiss)
me. This was quite ok with me, we were in public and I
knew that kissing was all they could get away with in
here.
"YOU LOT CAN DRINK UP AND GET OUT. AND TAKE THAT TART
WITH YOU. YOUR'E UPSETTING MY REGULARS. THIS AINT A
KNOCKING SHOP (Brothel)."
This was the pub landlord, and he was angry. The lads
drank up, helped me to my feet, I was by now not very
steady, and we all got in the car.
"Where can we take her?" Said Pete.
"Just take me straight home now, thanks ever so much.
I've had a great night; you don't know just how much I
needed that drink tonight."
"You ain't going home yet darling; surely you want to
show us how grateful you are?"
I could tell by the way they were looking at me that
they wanted more than just a kiss and a cuddle, so I
said. "I'll let you all have a snog, and a feel of my
tits on the way home, if you want."
"Let's take her to Giles's barn," said one of the lads.
They all agreed with that idea, and despite my
protests, we were soon pulling up at the entrance to a
deserted barn in the corner of a field.
I was led in, there were no lights, and I was soon
handling their pricks and being encouraged to take them
in my mouth. I was being stripped; someone was removing
my blouse, whilst another was taking down my skirt. I
was going to get fucked, and I thought I might as well
get it over with as quick as possible. They laid me
down on my back, and as the first one was about to get
stuck up, I said.
"If you want to lay on your back, I'll get on top and
fuck you, that way Garry can fuck my arse at the same
time. And Jim can use my mouth."
They were stunned for about two seconds, and then they
got organised. We were soon all in position, and I was
once more fucking away. The drink had loosened my
inhibitions, and my libido was in overdrive. Although
they were all two years older than me, they weren't
very experienced, and I led them all the way. Not to
say that they didn't give me a good time, but they all
cum their load in what seemed like seconds, before I
had chance to get into my stride.
So I was soon into second helpings, and they all moved
around to different positions. Second time took longer,
and I got a minor orgasm, but when they all moved
around again for their third fuck, the spunk took
longer to rise, and I was able to build my orgasm back
to a peak. It didn't compare with the one earlier in
the night, but the lads thought they were god's gift to
woman hood.
They took me home, and I never saw any of them again. I
never returned to take up a job at the zoo, and ever-
since that day I've never been near a zoo, and I
shudder if I see any kind of ape, even on the telly.
END
by Lord John Thomas (lord_john_thomas@hotmail.com)
***
This story tells of how ignoring one or two basic
safety rules, could have led to a young girl into
getting injured or even killed whilst attending a work-
experience program at a local zoo. But as it was, she
wasn't injured, but ended-up getting raped by Apes!
(MMf, nc, rp, 1st, beast)
***
All of my stories include descriptions of sex scenes
that could cause offence to some people. Please do not
read this story if you are offended by perverse sexual
material, or if you are under the legal age of consent
for your own country. These stories are pure fiction
and are not based on anyone living or deceased
I don't know if school children in America have the
same system as we do here in the UK. Towards the end of
the last term at school, we select a work placement
that we think might interest us as a job when we leave
school. We then attend that employment for a two week
period instead of school, to enable our job choice
before we have actually left school. I have always been
interested in animals, and a placement at the local zoo
really grabbed my attention. My name is Virginia, I am
a small slightly built blond girl, and I had my
eighteen birthday only a month before my job
experience.
The two weeks seamed to pass by in a flash, and I was
now on the last afternoon of my last day, I had
thoroughly enjoyed myself the whole time. The idea of
the scheme is that you should work alongside a regular
worker, and not be left unsupervised.
However today when I arrived; there was a shortage of
staff due to a virus that was going around. I had been
working with the baboons for the past three days, and
at the morning briefing, I suggested that I felt
confident enough to cope with the day's duties on my
own. I was trying to impress in order that I might get
offered a permanent position when I left school. As
they were in real difficulties, the supervisor agreed,
on condition that one of the fulltime staff called to
check that I was alright at regular intervals.
The day had gone well, it was 5:00 pm, we were into the
last hour, Pete (the regular worker who was checking me
each hour) had just left, saying,
"Meet you in the briefing room at six."
As this was my last day I was going down the local pub
to have a drink with a gang of the workers, and we were
meeting at 6:00 pm when the zoo closed. All that was
left for me to do to finish the day, was to put the
food that I had already prepared, into the empty indoor
enclosure. At 5:30 a bell would sound to tell the
visitors to the zoo that we were due to close. This was
also the signal to open the door from the outside
enclosure, to the inside. The animals got used to this
signal, and as soon as they heard the bell they would
automatically make there way inside to get to the food.
Once counted-in, I had to collect the water bowls from
the outside enclosure, put them into soak overnight,
and I was out'a here.
There was always a rush to get to the three showers in
the women's changing rooms, and it could sometimes be
6:30 before you got your turn. I wanted to be away on
time tonight, so I had worked out a plan to beat the
rush. I had put the food ready in the inside enclosure,
and I had fifteen minutes until I had to let the
baboons in. My last job of collecting the bowls would
not get me messed up or smelly, so off I dashed to the
showers. I hurriedly had a shower, got dried, put on my
clean bra, I was searching in my bag for my knickers
when I heard the feeding bell.
I thought, "Blow it I'll get my knickers when I come
back."
Grabbing the nearest clean overall coat, I put it on
and ran back to the baboon house.
I dashed straight through the food preparation room,
and reached up to the enclosure door control panel; the
baboons were crowded around the door fighting each
other to get in and they were all getting very
agitated. I pressed the button to open the gate and
started counting them in. They were coming-in in such a
rush that counting was impossible. Even when they were
inside they were chasing around wildly, so I just give
up counting. I assumed they must all be in, and closed
the ape's enclosure door.
I now opened my door from the feeding room to the
outside enclosure. I went outside, closing the door and
wedged it with a log. Now this door had a very
complicated locking system to prevent the baboons from
opening it from the outside enclosure. The problem was
that it was too complicated, and so difficult to open
that the permanent keeper that I had been working with,
didn't bother to use it. He had showed me how to wedge
a wooden log between the outside wall and the door, as
he said.
"You aren't going to be out here if the baboons are in
the enclosure, so why they bother with that stupid lock
beats me."
I ran across the enclosure gathering the drinking
bowls, the overall coat that I had grabbed wasn't mine
and was about ten sizes too big. It bellowed in the
slight breeze like a tent as I ran, and the draught
reminded me that I hadn't got any knickers or skirt on
under the coat. I picked up the last bowl, turned
around to return to the feeding room, and what I saw
froze me to the spot.
Halfway across the enclosure were two adolescent males,
coming towards me at full speed. I dropped the bowls
and ran, not to anywhere, just away from the apes. Next
second I was rolling across the ground, where one of
the baboons had bounded onto my back and knocked me
flying. He was coming at me again, I curled into a
ball. THUD. I was sent bowling over again.
"GET INTO THE SUBMISSIVE POSITION. QUICKLY BEFORE HE
HITS YOU AGAIN."
One of the keepers was shouting at me from the fence at
the outside of the enclosure.
"The submissive position?" I thought. Yes we were told
about this on our first day, but I never thought I
would ever put it into practice. If being attacked,
don't run under any circumstances. Always go down on
your knees, head and shoulders to the floor, with
elbows tucked in and hands on the back of the head.
This is the position that all apes use to signal that
they are yielding to a superior, and are no threat to
him. It normally calms down the aggressor, and ends any
attack.
THUD. Again I was bowling over, but this time I rolled
into the other baboon, who lashed out, ripping my coat
open. I rolled up onto my knees, got my head right down
and clasped my hands around the back of my head as
tight as possible. One baboon came across and punched
me in the side of my ribs. It winded me, but I managed
to stay in the kneeling position, with my bottom up.
The baboons were suddenly calmed down, and now just
seamed inquisitive, poking, sniffing and prodding me. I
could hear the keeper on the outside of the enclosure
shouting for someone to get the tranquiliser gun, and
for others to go around to the enclosure entrance to
divert the baboon's attention.
It would be a long way to run to get the gun from the
main office, where it was kept. They would then have to
run all the way back around the enclosure to the
entrance. This was the entrance that I had wedged shut
with the log. But they weren't going to know this,
until they got there. Only then would they realise that
they couldn't get in. All of this would take at least
another four or five minutes. Meanwhile, my ripped
overall coat gave the baboons, and the now gathering
crowd, clear visibility of my lower end. The baboons
were squabbling over who was the main man out of the
two of them.
Normally the big dominant male wouldn't let either of
them get anywhere near any female. But as he was now
locked in the inside enclosure, this was their chance.
They must have realised that I was female, by there
prodding and sniffing. I looked back under my own body;
I could see both of them had pink pricks sticking out
of their sheaths. One grabbed my leg and pulled me
sideways, I didn't fall, but before I could bring my
other leg across to close the gap, the other baboon was
on my back.
I had thought that I had seen a little pink prick
sticking out, but within seconds it was growing inside
me, as he pounded away. I was a true virgin, and this
was a rude awakening. He was ramming me like it was his
first fuck, and all his birthdays had come at once. I
was in extreme pain, but that didn't stop me getting
aroused. I hadn't got a clue what to expect, but
feelings were welling up inside me, and my cries of
pain were turning into cries or gasps of pleasure. In
no time at all, I felt his hot cum squirting inside me.
When he slipped out, he was still squirting all over,
as he run around like an excited child. I didn't know
what an orgasm was, so I didn't know I hadn't had one.
I was still gasping and moaning when baboon number two
got mounted, it went in easier than the first one.
Although just as big, this time there was less pain,
and the pleasure started immediately. I was soon
pushing back onto him as fast as he was thrusting into
me. When I felt his hot load pumping up, I was treated
to my first orgasm. How do you describe it? There isn't
anything that I have experienced, either before or
since that you can compare it to. All I know is that as
he slipped out of my cunt, I rolled over and over
writhing about uncontrollably.
This was a big mistake, as quickly as they had
previously calmed down, they now got aggressive again.
One of them grabbed hold of me by the sleeve of my
coat, dragging me across the ground. My overall ripped
into two pieces, and left me with only one arm in a
sleeve of half an overall. I quickly got back into the
submissive position, with my bum up in the air, and was
instantly mounted, by which one I don't know (not that
it matters). I was obviously getting used to this by
now, as I was soon pumping in unison with him.
"TRY YOUR BEST TO KEEP AS STILL AS POSSIBLE. I'M GOING
TO TRY TO TRANQUILISE HIM."
I could hear the keeper's voice shouting from the
perimeter fence. I looked across; he was stood at the
top of a ladder leaned against the fence with a rifle
in his hands. I froze, praying that he would hit the
baboon and not me.
WHACK. The dart thudded into the baboon, he let out a
yelp. But it didn't stop him fucking. He kept pumping
away as though nothing had happened, and it was lasting
a lot longer this time. Then I heard another WHACK.
This time it was the other baboon that yelped, as he
scampered away across the enclosure. Back to my baboon.
He was still going strong, fucking away as if the dart
was having no effect.
I could now tell the signs, and knew I was building for
another rush of emotion and spasms. I wasn't
disappointed; the ape shot his second load and I arched
my back high as he pumped the fluid up deep into my
virgin cunt. His motion stopped, and I felt a dead
weight bearing down on me, I collapsed to the floor
face down, with him still inside. His prick was
gradually shrinking and slipping out. Then I felt him
being lifted off me by two keepers who had scaled the
fence, using ladders.
I was carried back inside, and laid on a stretcher.
They draped a blanket over me, and carried me to the
medical room. In the medical room, I was examined by
three of the head keepers. They were all male, only one
of which was responsible for first aid. They had my
legs wide open as they poked and prodded, and
eventually they cleaned me up. I was then read the riot
act, and told how lucky I had been.
"They could have ripped you to shreds, you're lucky you
weren't killed. You know you should NEVER go into the
enclosure until every one of the baboons has been
counted-in. And what do you think you were doing
wedging the door; there was no way we could get in to
rescue you. And lastly you were told the zoo rules
about underwear, when not wearing jeans. I can't
imagine what you were playing at, no wonder they got
aroused, you know they've got an acute sense of smell."
They were right, it had been explained to me, that you
count the baboons back inside to make sure the
enclosure is empty.
The wedging of the door open, was as I've already said,
not my idea, but they didn't want to hear that.
And we were told that it is preferred that even female
staff wear jeans. But if we decided to wear a skirt, or
if overall coats are worn without wearing jeans then
the zoo provide special knickers made in a tough
material, with elastic round the legs. Definitely not
sexy, very rough on the skin, and they made you sweat.
In the hot weather most of the girls just wore the
overall coat over their bra and knickers, otherwise it
was too hot. None of them ever wore the special
knickers that were provided. The reason for these
special knickers had tactfully been explained when I
first started at the zoo. They'd told us, that when
working with chimps and some of the less aggressive
monkeys, wearing these cast iron knickers prevented
accidental injuries.
In short the keepers said that what had happened to me,
was entirely my own fault. They even suggested I could
even be prosecuted for not following the safety
procedures. They said they may even have to bill my
parents, for the value of the two baboons, if they
don't recover from the anaesthetic. They said, with
this on my record I had no chance of a job, here or any
where else.
I kept saying how sorry I was, and asked if there was
anything I could do to put things right. Well I suppose
your young, and you've learned your lesson. Up until
this mistake you've shown a lot off promise, and it
would be a pity to spoil such a promising career. If we
were to keep it quiet and not report your mistakes, we
would all be in trouble if anyone finds out.
"What are you prepared to do to make it worth our
while?"
It was obvious that they were all aroused by what they
had just witnessed, and giving me an examination hadn't
helped.
"What do you mean?"
"Well what about a little feel?"
Asked one man.
"I thought that was what you'd just done to me."
"You're not very cooperative are you? We might as well
make the report out now," he snapped.
"No don't do that, I'll lay back and let you play with
me," I said apologetically. They'd been poking around
already, so I didn't think it was worth making a fuss
about.
There were hands all over me, and I was soon getting
aroused by the man playing with my clit. I started
lifting, arching my back laid there with my eyes
closed. I felt great, and I couldn't disguise the fact.
Then someone lifted my legs high and wide, and I felt
something entering my cunt, and it wasn't a finger. One
of the men had lowered his trousers, and he was up on
the examination couch with me. Once he'd got his knob
end in, he pushed his hard prick up in one thrust.
This was my first experience of fucking in this
position, and being laid on a comfortable couch, this
was starting to become enjoyable. He was a man of about
forty-five, and physically quite fit, he was in no
hurry, and his strokes were slow and long. I lifted
with each of his strokes, and each time we met I felt
his balls slapping my arse, I realised I was moaning
out loud, and one of the other keepers was fondling my
tits.
The other keeper climbed onto the head of the couch,
and knelt over my face, pushing his prick towards my
mouth.
"Come on luv, give this a suck," he said as he pushed
it hard against my lips. I reluctantly opened my mouth,
and sucked like I was told. Once again, this like the
fucking was quite pleasurable once I'd got used to it.
I could taste some liquid seeping from his dick, it
tasted almost sweet.
I thought, it doesn't taste like piss, and he can't be
cuming yet. I had never heard of pre-cum, but that's
what it was. Every few strokes he would thrust hard
pushing it into my throat, and making me gasp for
breath. My other lover was still lunging away at my
cunt, and I was responding to every movement. I got
used to timing my breaths to just before, the prick
blocked my windpipe, and this enabled him to push
deeper.
"My god she's swallowing my dick right down her throat.
I've never seen anyone take this much before. I'm
cuming already, oh god! AH AHH. Oh Jesus, that was
fucking unbelievable. She's a fucking natural," and at
that he pulled out. Now while he'd been giving his
speech, his prick had been going deeper, and when he
shot his load, it wasn't a case of me swallowing it, it
was shot straight down my throat into my belly. The
trouble was while he was shooting he kept it in my
throat, and I almost passed out through lack of breath.
As he pulled out I coughed like a person just taking
their first breath after being saved from drowning.
Being taken this close to blacking out is a strange
sensation, and although the rest of my body was limp,
my hips had continued thrusting away as if on auto
pilot. I could suddenly feel my cunt flooding with
fluid, and contracting in a spasmodic and
uncontrollable way. My lover was simultaneously
injecting his liquid up deep inside.
He pulled out and stood there watching me writhing
about. The keeper who had up to now only been feeling
my tits, climbed onto the couch, lay down beside me,
and rolled me over on top of him. My legs dropped
either side of his body, and he slid me down onto his
dick. He started by holding me around the waist and
lifting me up and down.
He was using my cunt like a wanking glove. Gradually, I
regained my consciousness, and I took over the lifting
up and down to get the longest stroke I could, without
letting it slip out. Someone was fingering my arse;
using the slimy cum from around my cunt to aid the
finger that he was poking deep into me. Now he was
using two fingers, god that hurt, but in no time he'd
stopped and pulled them out.
Now what? No he wouldn't. AHG! He was. He was forcing
his prick up my arse, whilst I already had another
prick up my cunt! I thought my flesh was being ripped
apart. But it appears that the female body must be
designed to take this kind of abuse. Within five
minutes I was experiencing as much pleasure as I was
pain.
The prick was still pushing deep up into my bowels, and
the pain was still making me wince. But there was this
overwhelming volcano building deep in the pit of my
stomach, and I couldn't control my body movements. I
was giving out cries, whelps, groans and all manner of
animal like noises, so much so that the spare keeper
held a towel over my mouth to deaden the noise. The
climax was coming, and all three of us could sense it,
they were both pumping in unison, and there strokes
were getting faster.
Then the spunk started pumping, I could feel it warm up
my arse. The spunk in my cunt was met with a rush of
fluid from deep within, that forced its way passed the
prick and sprayed over his balls. Then I had a sudden
contraction, which squeezed another shot out of his
prick. My arse now had a contraction, squeezing the
other mans prick, as if my cunt was showing it how to
react. These contractions, arse and cunt continued well
after the man had pulled out of my arse, and I had been
pushed off and aside by my other stud. I lay there
convulsing uncontrollably, with all three men looking
on and making crude remarks.
I was cleaned up and told to meet them at 7:00 pm the
next day at the Cross Keys (this was a pub in one of
the local villages). I promised I would, but I never
intended to keep that promise, and I never did. They
gave me an overall coat to wear, and they walked me
back to the women's changing room, where they left me,
saying, "See you tomorrow, don't be late."
I thought to myself, "Fuck you! You're not seeing me or
my arse again!"
The changing room was empty, as it was now getting on
for 7:00 pm. I found my bag of clothes, and my knickers
had been there all the time. But being little skimpy
ones I had missed them, they'd been tucked into the
sleeve of my blouse. I was soon dressed, and made my
way out of the zoo. As I passed the briefing room, the
light was still on, and I could see three of the lads
inside. I thought, that's kind of them, they've waited
for me.
As I opened the door they all got up and rushed across
towards me, asking if I was alright now. I didn't know
whether they'd all seen my performance with the
baboons, or just heard about it, but they all seemed
genuinely concerned. Nobody made any rude remarks, or
tried to blame me, not like the keepers. They asked if
I felt up to going out for a drink, or did I want
taking straight home. I needed a drink, so what the
hell.
"Come on lads get me drunk, it's been one hell of a
day."
The evening in the pub went well, we were soon laughing
and joking and the day's event was almost blanked out
of my mind. I was being plied with booze, as fast as
they could get me to drink it. After about an hour I
was loosening up and the lads were taking it in turns
to pull me into the corner of the booth and snog (kiss)
me. This was quite ok with me, we were in public and I
knew that kissing was all they could get away with in
here.
"YOU LOT CAN DRINK UP AND GET OUT. AND TAKE THAT TART
WITH YOU. YOUR'E UPSETTING MY REGULARS. THIS AINT A
KNOCKING SHOP (Brothel)."
This was the pub landlord, and he was angry. The lads
drank up, helped me to my feet, I was by now not very
steady, and we all got in the car.
"Where can we take her?" Said Pete.
"Just take me straight home now, thanks ever so much.
I've had a great night; you don't know just how much I
needed that drink tonight."
"You ain't going home yet darling; surely you want to
show us how grateful you are?"
I could tell by the way they were looking at me that
they wanted more than just a kiss and a cuddle, so I
said. "I'll let you all have a snog, and a feel of my
tits on the way home, if you want."
"Let's take her to Giles's barn," said one of the lads.
They all agreed with that idea, and despite my
protests, we were soon pulling up at the entrance to a
deserted barn in the corner of a field.
I was led in, there were no lights, and I was soon
handling their pricks and being encouraged to take them
in my mouth. I was being stripped; someone was removing
my blouse, whilst another was taking down my skirt. I
was going to get fucked, and I thought I might as well
get it over with as quick as possible. They laid me
down on my back, and as the first one was about to get
stuck up, I said.
"If you want to lay on your back, I'll get on top and
fuck you, that way Garry can fuck my arse at the same
time. And Jim can use my mouth."
They were stunned for about two seconds, and then they
got organised. We were soon all in position, and I was
once more fucking away. The drink had loosened my
inhibitions, and my libido was in overdrive. Although
they were all two years older than me, they weren't
very experienced, and I led them all the way. Not to
say that they didn't give me a good time, but they all
cum their load in what seemed like seconds, before I
had chance to get into my stride.
So I was soon into second helpings, and they all moved
around to different positions. Second time took longer,
and I got a minor orgasm, but when they all moved
around again for their third fuck, the spunk took
longer to rise, and I was able to build my orgasm back
to a peak. It didn't compare with the one earlier in
the night, but the lads thought they were god's gift to
woman hood.
They took me home, and I never saw any of them again. I
never returned to take up a job at the zoo, and ever-
since that day I've never been near a zoo, and I
shudder if I see any kind of ape, even on the telly.
END