The ape girl

CHAPTER SIX

"Kummi lolo… Kumi, kumi," the sound of the native rang through the tense, wet jungle dawn. "Juko iddy!!!!"

Blair sat up like a shot and threw her bare feet on the floor. It was the first time in five days she had gotten to sleep in her bed. Her father and she had been so totally wound up in studying the gorilla out there, they had even slept alongside his cage.

But they were both losing necessary sleep out there in the dampness. And her father had insisted that she catch at least a few hours sleep tucked up in her bed with the mosquito netting to let her get some peaceful rest.

And now those insistent native men were waking her up. What the hell did they want?

"Juko iddy… Juko iddy."

Juko! The gorilla. What had happened? What was wrong? Blair ran out of the tent without bothering to put her shoes on. She raced to the center of the clearing and stared at the cage.

Empty.

Empty and the door gone. There was only one way to get that door open. And it wasn't from inside. Somebody must have opened it and let the beast free. But who?

Blair looked around for her father, but couldn't spot him.

"Dad?" she called.

His sleeping roll was messed up and lying empty on the ground next to the cage.

She heard footsteps behind her and turned to see her father crashing through the underbrush. He was wearing a little loincloth around his waist that covered his man parts. Other than that, he was naked.

"Juko is gone," she said, staring at her father in anticipation.

"I know," he said, breathing heavily and leaning against the tree for support. "I tried to find him, but it's no good."

"Who let him out?" Blair said, unable to believe that the native men were responsible. They knew what the experiment was about, and how important it was for the gorilla to stay locked up there.

"Tracks," her father said, between gasps for air. He had been running and the sweat poured down his body as evidence to his labors.

"Juko's tracks?" Blair asked, impatiently.

Her father nodded and caught his breath a moment. "And another set. A female set."

Blair knew that female tracks were slightly smaller than full-grown male tracks. A good scientist or even a sharp-eyed native could spot the difference.

"A female?" Blair said, shaking her head, eager for the whole story, but not wanting to push her exhausted father beyond his limits.

The man stepped into the camping grounds and took a towel from the native assistant who offered it to him.

"The female who freed him, no doubt," Dr. Fortner said, drying his face and arms with the fluffy towel.

"How could she?" Blair said, unable to believe that any such thing had happened.

"We made that trap gorilla-proof only from the inside," he said, "we didn't count on another ape coming up and forsaking all its natural fear to find a way to free its mate."

"How do you know that was Juko's mate?" Blair said, her eyes widening.

"What other female would risk the danger and take the trouble to find a way to open the latch?"

Blair hung her head a moment. It was true what her father had said. What other female indeed? It must have taken hours to discover the lock on that door and work it open. And she would have had to work in complete silence, too. Her father was sleeping less than a few yards away.

But something in her persisted in the belief that another human had freed that great furry ape. Or was it that she didn't want to believe Juko had a mate?

Was she even a little bit jealous of his mate? Impossible! She thought, spitting the thought out of her mouth and then letting out a little pained sigh. If it was so impossible to feel that way, why was she aching so bad right now?

She had no right to feel this way anyhow. Juko was an ape, for Chrissakes. An animal! Sub-human. Savage.

But even as she thought those words, she knew she didn't believe them. The tender way he had stared at her whenever she drew near the cage. The beast had never hurt her, and certainly could have tried.

She had even slept the night before last at his feet, leaning against his thick, hairy flanks that he had stuck hard against the mesh of the cage. It had been so beautiful and comforting to sleep like that. She had loved being curled up in his lap, like a little kitten sleeping against a huge tiger.

But a beautiful man-like tiger. The ape had gotten very aroused in the morning and she had felt his cock protruding between her shoulder blades. Even before her father woke up, she had turned over and found the red, rubbery tip of his thick cock stick.

She had wound her lips around that wet, slimy hard pole and squeezed them together as hard as she could. She had tasted his wet, wild semen between her lips and worked his dick up to stiff, red peak between her lips.

She had rolled her mouth around and around over the thick red candy log and suckled it to a delicious dripping hard.

She had felt the stiff cock squirm in her mouth as she rolled it around and around, tossing her head wildly about to suck more of it down inside her pink, pursed lips.

And the feel of that wild animal's dick inside her mouth made her feel wild and animal-like, too.

She went off in a blaze of fireworks even before the ape shot his thick load. She had fingered herself to an exquisite climax just sucking that beast's red flag pole. The thick delicious squirming worm of a dork he had that jutted up and looped back toward his own flanks.

And then, the most marvelous sensation of all. That gorgeous hairy beast had stuck his thickly-knotted muscular paws out the mesh and stroked her very own cunt lips as she continued to bounce his cock far back into her tight, constricting little throat.

The feel of those fumbling, hairy muscular big fingertips with their smooth fingerpads, so unexpected those smooth pads, especially considering how rough the rest of him was.

Rough and hairy and mean and brutal and wild and free. All the things that she loved and wanted in a man. So how come it had to be that this man was an ape? The things she wanted most in a man, an ape had to offer. What an ironic life it was, anyway.

And that dear big black beast had fingered her pussy lips, curiously sticking his thick black fingers up inside her wet little sweet cunt slit.

Rammed them around and around, as though he were scooping honey out of a hollow log. Such an unpredictable sensation!

Sweet and crazed. She never knew what he was going to do next. She didn't know if he would stay this gentle or suddenly turn on her and go wild. He certainly knew how to make her feel good.

She skewered her mouth around and around on the thickness of his sweet, big gorilla tool. She agitated him to the left, then to the right with her willing, wet, servile mouth.

How adorable he sounded, the whole time they were engaged in such sweet interplay. He moaned and blinked his big, thick eyes. He knotted his brow and opened his eyes wide by turns.

"Ooooh," she had called out as the hairy projection wiggled in and out of her cunt creating a vast flow of clear cunt honey, like a mountain stream running down her leg. "Oooooh, diddle that cunt, you big beast."

She had meant every word of it. She had pulled her mouth off his cock a moment and taken in the spectacle. The thickness of it was awesome. Her mouth ached from having been stretched so wide to let it enter.

The thing terrified her as she stared at it now. Its thick round symmetrical shaft, tapering off at the tip and widening abruptly at the base. Almost in the shape of a cone. A delicious wet, red, throbbing cone.

Good enough to eat. Good enough to suck until her jaw ached with pain and overwork. She could see the beast's tight, dark balls like two walnuts… impossibly hard and tucked up a bit into his groin.

She wanted to reach in there and fondle them. Massage them for a sweet interlude. But that would be too risky. As long as the animal was sticking his cock through the mesh, she would be okay. But he might get scared if she were to reach in and touch his genitals.

She would have to be content to take it from the outside of the cage. She held his hard, pink shaft around the base, her hand barely grasping it fully. She stared into the wet, slimy deep dick slit at the top. The whole rod was covered with a steamy, thick layer of juices. Both his and hers.

And she stuck his dick top back in her mouth. She flicked her tongue around the sensitive head, making the beast give out with a series of high-pitched groans. Tight, urgent little groans that told her he was near coming.

She was, too. As the animal's paw pierced her cunt veil all the way up to its wrist, she knew the delicious sensation of hairy and hard muscular probing finger projections exploring her inside. In a flash, she felt a spurt of hot, thick come spew out the end of the gorilla cock tip. It coated her mouth with its tasty goo and ran back down, down her throat.

She gobbled up what her throat hadn't been drowned with and licked and lapped and sucked at the remainder. She was as greedy as she could be to eat up the succulent come cream.

And still that beast's cock had throbbed hard inside her mouth.

She started to wonder if these big brutes ever got soft once the meat stick began to probe the air.

But whether they did or not, she didn't care. The sweet surprise of that ape's jism shooting down her throat, without so much as a word of fuss or protest or insincere vows of love and devotion really got her off.

The simple language of sex. So perfectly engineered by nature to fit these huge, sex-loving creatures. She wondered how often he got his dick up and off in the wilds. He had had several erections every day since that first day when she had let him use her hair to get himself off.

"I don't know if we can get him back or not," Blair's father said, interrupting her daydreams of the last delicious days they had spent here. "We may have to re-set the trap and wait again. I think it's about all we can do."

That thought depressed her, though she hated to think that it did. Somehow, she knew she would miss that mighty beast.

"Juko…" Blair blurted out.

"… is gone," her father finished.

Blair closed her eyes and a pained expression came over her face. She didn't want to think about the loss right now. She just wasn't prepared for it. It had all happened so suddenly.

"We'll just have to go about our business, Blair," her father said sternly. It was an odd tone of voice, coming from him. He seldom spoke sternly to her.

She headed back for her tent, trying not to let her head drag. But try as she might, she couldn't shake the impending blues that surrounded her.

Blair fumbled aimlessly around in her trunk for something to wear. Anything. What the hell did it matter. They were in the wilds of Africa. Nobody would see her out here. Not one single man that mattered to her. And certainly not Juko. Never again…

The tears welled up in her eyes and blinded the sights in front of her. She fell down on her bed and heaved out heavy sobs of grief and loss.

Why was she feeling this bad over an animal? Shit!!!!! She told herself to stop being so fucking silly. She had never even cried this hard over a man. Any man. And here she was crying her eyes out over an ape, for Chrissakes.

She pulled herself together and grabbed a green soft cotton safari shirt. She stepped toward the open door and pulled her foot locker out. Stooping over, she roamed around the pile of pants to find something… anything. Maybe some shorts.

Abruptly, she stood up. Something had hit her on the rear end. Was her father playing games with her to get her out of her depression? She looked around and saw nothing. Maybe she had imagined it.

Or maybe she hadn't! She saw a little shadow moving around on the door frame. Somebody was playing peekaboo with her and she was gonna find out who.

She stepped out the door and ran face to face into a gigantic gorilla. The creature blinked hard at her. His eyes drove nails into her flesh. He gawked and blinked and stood firm, his hairy toes planted hard into the soil.

"Oh, God," Blair said, pulling her hand up over her mouth. She dropped the clothing she was holding and stood there dumbfounded.

The ape reached his hand out and touched the embroidery of her flimsy nightie. He gripped the edge of her neckline and pulled it. Blair heard the material rip and she drew in a sharp breath.

So, Juko had come back. And this time there was no indestructible mesh between them. Where was her father? Where the hell was he now?

Blair thought a moment, trying to collect her senses. She couldn't panic. She absolutely couldn't panic. But beyond her attempt to stay calm she was aware of another encroaching sensation. A sensation to blot out all the others. All the fears and longings and crazed chills of terror. All the panic and uncertainty and horror. It was a deep and abiding sense of adventure. Of thrills and adventure. Of sexual delights. Of twisted, all-encompassing sexual heat and passion. Of non-stop passion greater than anything she had ever even glimpsed before in her life.

"Father!" Blair said aloud, in her singular attempt at regaining her sanity. She must be responsible and call for help. She must!

But even as she opened her lips and formed the words, her tone softened. The loudness turned to a near whisper and she knew it would not be heard.

The great ape cocked his head a little to the side and stared at the patch of blue nylon he had ripped out of the girl's dress. Blair looked down and saw one of her deep mauve nipples thrusting up under the alabaster mound of her right tit.

She stared at the beast and closed her eyes. What the hell was going on here? Why couldn't she call for help? Yes, she was terrified. Trembling and terrified and half-crazed from the stark horror of staring into this dark, forbidding beast's face.

But she was also strangely calm. Strangely light-headed. She saw the mighty gorilla's hand teach out at her again and grip a lock of her hair. She wanted him to pull it out, to jolt her back to her senses. If he would hurt her, she would be shocked into yelling for help. She knew she would.

The beast gripped her hair hard, locking his paw around it and bringing it toward his face. He leaned over and drew in a deep, loud breath through his nostrils. He closed his eyes serenely and let the fine spun gold locks drop out of his grasp.

Blair felt herself grow weak. She rocked back and forth on her feet, wobbling, trying to catch herself.

Her hand went out and touched the bony bare palate of the ape's chest.

So strong, she thought, as her head turned cartwheels and she fell back into the door frame… so strong that chest. Like armor. How beautiful to be protected by that armor…