The ape girl

CHAPTER SEVEN

Blair Fortner awoke from a groggy sleep. What had hit her on the back of the head with such force? A two-ton truck?

She'd never felt such a hard, unceasing heaviness. Something had struck her at the base of her spine.

She pressed her palms down onto the ground and lifted her shoulders. Her long blonde hair drooped out in front of her. What was under her hands? A thick, gnarled mat of jungle bush and twigs. Who put this in her tent?

Her head throbbed with the pain of an unknown beating. What had she done to deserve this one? What crime had she committed to be allowed to feel such onrushing pain. The sights in front of her eyes blurred up and focused.

Then, they blurred up again and the grogginess returned. She sank back down to the mat and rolled over.

The sun shone through the leaves and made her wrinkle up her forehead. Who had taken the roof off her tent? And why? Maybe the same person that clubbed her.

She rolled over onto her side and sniffed. Her nostrils were clogged up. What with? Having been hit unconscious could do that? Then, she smelled a strange smell.

What was it? Putrefaction? Moss and water? An animal smell. Animals, of course. There were a lot of them in the jungle.

But where was she? If only her vision and her clear head hadn't disappeared she could probably figure it out.

Pretty quick, too. But those things failed to materialize. Instead her head zigzagged in pain and visions. Images of strange hairy beasts…

"Oh, God!!!" she cried out, sitting up too fast. She felt like another blow had been struck on the back of her head. She fell back down onto soft, bristly matting. Where the hell had they taken her? Those apes. All those apes. There had been too many of them to count. Where had they all come from? And why hadn't her father protested?

Her father? Where the hell was he? Oh, yes, napping. It must have been afternoon. But the sun would indicate that it was early morning. Dawn.

Then, a little cloud drifted off in her head and things began to clear up suddenly.

I was carried off, Blair thought to herself.

Carried off by that big ape… the one that escaped. Juko, named for what the native men called him. He had come for her. She was bending over her foot locker and that huge beast had reached out and patted her back side.

Then she had stood up and felt his hand on her. He had ripped her nightie. She looked down to see if her memories jibed with what the physical reality was.

Yes, indeed. A big chunk of her nightgown was definitely missing. And her tit was jutting up, pointing toward the sky.

She had been kidnapped by a gorilla! So where the hell had he brought her? Slowly, slowly, she sat up and gazed around. She was in some sort of nest. A gorilla's nest. A place to hide. Some sort of nest up in the tree tops. A home. A gorilla home.

And here she was, lying here in some gorilla's bed. Maybe Juko's. She heard the sound of an angry bird flying overhead. She followed his cry and watched as he landed on a nearby branch.

She peered over the edge of the nest and found that she was very high up indeed. But she knew gorilla habits well enough to know that this was only a temporary home. They had a nice warm cave down below somewhere. A little den where they all congregated.

This was just their temporary resting place. So where were they all just now?

Why had they abandoned her up in the top of a tree like this. There were vine ropes hanging everywhere. From above and from below. It would have been easy to just untie one of them and swing right out of that place. Just like Tarzan. Or Jane, actually. More like Jane.

She stood up to test her footing. Again her head swam and she sat down. She edged herself a bit closer to the danger point of the edge of the nest. She grabbed a hold of one of the twisted brown rope vines.

She would swing right out of there and take it on the lam. Fly back home. Then a thought struck. She had no idea where she was. She had no idea where home was. And she knew what could happen to a human alone in a strange, forbidding jungle.

She didn't even have her hunting knife with her!

She was wrapped in a torn nightgown. With nothing on her feet to protect her against the ravages of thistles, poison snakes, deadly swamp burrs that stuck to the soles of the feet and burrowed into the bloodstream so thick they clogged the arteries to the heart, leaving the recipient to die a slow, agonizing death.

No, that sort of thing wasn't for her. She would stay put a few minutes until she could think clearly.

She couldn't go anywhere. She was a prisoner here. She might as well have been in a cage. In fact, she was in a cage. Just as her father and she had put Juko into that cage trap, now she was sitting in a trap.

And to leave that trap meant certain death. Either a slow, painful one or a sudden, unexpected one. She heard a chattering sound and looked over to a neighboring tree to see a bunch of monkeys sitting on a branch, lined up like crows on a telephone line.

They were chattering and pointing at her. Giggling and making fun of her!!!

"All right, all right," she said back to them, "so I look pretty ridiculous. So what? So do you, ya know that?"

The chattering heated up a bit.

"Damned hecklers," she said, "everybody wants to get into the act today."

That's what it felt like to her. Everybody wanting to get into the act to tease and torment her. Everybody wanting a piece of her time, her body, her consideration.

Why the hell things had to turn out so strange, she couldn't fathom. She closed her eyes a moment and wondered what Cathy was doing right now.

Probably shopping for a wedding dress for her marriage to Harold Rhymer.

"Ha!" she heard herself say out loud. Cathy would rather marry Rin-Tin-Tin than Harold Rhymer, she thought.

Civilization! How well she remembered it. And how little she thought of it, even now. Even stuck up here in the tree tops with nothing to do but stare at a batch of ham actor monkeys, she still liked the wilds better.

Too bad she didn't have a nice coat of bushy hair all over her body. She could stay here…

She stopped her thought train with another overriding thought. What the hell was she daydreaming of? Living here with the apes? Of being an ape herself? That was crazy thinking. Insanity.

She could be locked up for thinking such thoughts. Locked up and studied by psychiatrists as well as animal behaviorists for the rest of her natural days. She was a human, not a monkey. And speaking of monkeys, where were those ape types anyway? Had they moved out because they knew she was coming?

Had they packed their bags and moved just after dumping her here for punishment? Would they leave her here to starve slowly as punishment for the sins she had visited on her precious Juko?

A fitting end for a zoologist. Being offed by the very beasts she had set out to study. To study and codify and list and pigeonhole and categorize. As if animals or humans could be turned into statistics and recorded facts.

Both were individuals. She couldn't imagine another beast acting like Juko. Could any other gorilla be so tender, so loving, so warm and cuddly? So fierce and loyal? So intelligent? So super strong and macho.

Yes, that word fit him better than any human she had ever known. He was macho. A super stud. An ape to put all human males to shame. What the hell had she been missing all her life that she had found in his arms?

And why was she lying here now dreaming about it when she should be planning her escape? Survival was possible in the jungle. If only she could keep a clear head about it.

There were shoes to be fashioned out of the broad palm leaves. She would work them together by splitting the vines into tiny rope strings. There would be food to be gathered. But first of all, she had to figure a way to get out of this nest!

A harsh, jabbering noise filled her ears and the tree top began to shake. It swayed back and forth and Blair had to grip a hold of the twigs to keep from falling out of the tree.

She looked out and saw the black, hairy top of a gorilla head popping up over the shiny green leaves of the tree. A gorilla face emerged next and she opened her mouth in terror.

What the hell were they going to do to her? She didn't have a prayer up here. She would be tortured or beaten or worse by these beasts and no human ear would even hear her suffering.

What a way to end it all!

She held her breath in expectation. The thing popped one enormous hairy foot into the nest and hoisted himself up effortlessly.

Blair watched as the big man in the gorilla suit, or so it seemed, advanced toward her. She wasn't sure if it was Juko or not. And the only way she would know absolutely is if he made any sexual advances at her. He had a very distinctive technique.

Maybe it was that sweet way he had of almost crushing her to death. Yes, she had begun to like it a little rough. Maybe sex had never been rough enough for her.

As if in answer to her desires, the huge male stood over her and glared down at her, blinking hard and beating his chest.

She recognized his stance and his actions. They were those of a male gorilla claiming his territory. And, in this case, she knew that territory meant her.

"All right," she said, lying back and watching the show with one eye on the ape and the other on the edge of the nest. She wasn't sure who was going to set foot in here next. Maybe Big Boy here had company.

The big ape began walking around on all fours, his thick, square head set in profile against the wild profusion of green behind him. He stalked her for several minutes before coming to a two-legged stance again.

Then, standing upright as any human creature could, he beat his thick, bony chest repeatedly and made loud, hooting noises in the back of his throat.

Blair still couldn't tell if it was Juko or not. And then, she gripped the nest in terror. Another intruder was entering her bedroom.

The tree shook and Blair kept a sharp look out around the perimeter of the tree top. She had no idea how that beast would come at her, or from where, and she wanted to be ready.

Another head appeared over the top of the nest. A less squarish head. A softer and slightly rounder head. The chest appeared and from its slightly curvier appearance, Blair knew a female had entered the nest.

The female brayed a disquieting welcome. She lifted her mouth to the sun and let out a string of loud almost chirpy sounds. Then, she, too, sank down on all fours and began to parade around in front of Blair.

Again the tree shook. Again Blair held the nest for dear life. And another gorilla rose into sight. A huge, dark male with a heavy torso. Bigger than the first beast who had entered. The size of a linebacker for the Detroit Lions. In full uniform.

The three hairy creatures circled her. They stalked her. She felt penned in and threatened. Again, the tree shook. She gripped the nest and felt her fingernails split into pieces at the sight that greeted her eyes.

Four of the biggest, hairiest, meanest, most fierce looking creatures she had ever seen or imagined she would see came bolting into view.

"Oh, dear," Blair heard herself say, "what the hell are you all doing here?"

The biggest and meanest-looking of them all reared up and beat his chest. The noise echoed throughout the jungle. He accompanied the beating with a long, low bone-chilling bellow.

The ape was assuming control of the others now. He turned to them and gave them the same verbal message. They backed off and sat in squatting positions, all of them facing her.

She felt as if this were a laboratory, and she were an experiment. These big apes were attending a lecture on human behavior. And she was the guinea pig. The laboratory monkey, so to speak.

"And what do you want with me?" she said, pulling herself to a prone position and resting on her elbow. Her instincts told her not to panic, but she wasn't exactly sure what she should do as an alternative.

The beast towered over her. He brought his hairy smooth paws down to the torn edge of nightie and ripped it off her in one yank. The material went billowing up and drifted down, down onto one of the far leaves of the tree top nest.

"Impolite of you," she said, feeling a little stupid speaking out loud where nobody could answer her. But she had to do something to keep from losing her mind.

She glanced down and saw her white, willowy, completely hairless body. It provided such a stark contrast to the hairy form glowering down at her now.

"May I take it you want to play with me," Blair said, staring back at him, "because that's what it means when a man does that to a lady."

The big, thick-headed beast blinked his dark-hooded eyes at her and bared a double row of white, pointed teeth. He raised one hand and brought it down on Blair's upturned tit.

The animal ground his hand down hard on her nipple, flattening it against her breast.

"Ouch!" she said, moving back.

A stupid move, at that. One of the big apes leaped out and grabbed her from behind.

She felt his powerful paws encircle her slender wrists. She felt a thick mat of animal hair brush all along the back of her body. And the heat of the animal steamed her ass cheeks. The heat and something else. Oh, God, she thought to herself. This beast is hard. Definitely hard.

It had happened so fast. She had barely had time to register that something was sticking into her backside. It jutted up against her ass crevice. The thick, probing pink dick stick of the male gorilla. The one she had explored so many times in the past few days.

And now it was coming at her from a most unexpected place. In the rear, where she couldn't even see it. But she could feel it. She could most definitely feel it.

"Oh, shit," she said as she began kicking her legs. But that, too, was useless. The beast curled his huge, hairy prehensile toes around her slender ankles and held her fast.

He held her as though she were a victim splayed out on a medieval torture rack. Held her firmly in place with his huge, gripping paws. All four of them! Held her against his hot, hairy front. And against the thick protrusion of his wide, hard ape tool.

He stuck it around every which way, trying to find an opening.

"Please," Blair said, feeling a bit like a butterfly about to be pinned to a collector's book.

But it was useless to talk to these beasts. They were hot, horny and greedy for the touch and feel of her white ass. The hairless, inviting hole she had thrust up in Juko's face for the last few days. The one he had bragged to them about after his escape.

And now, here they were.

The adults of his little band.

Sitting high up in the safety of the jungle treetops, ready and waiting to have their will with her.

The biggest and mightiest of them all gnashed his teeth in hot anticipation. He spread his thick, hairy legs apart and stuck his schlong out. The thing bobbed through his black shining coat and pointed skyward.

"Oh, my," Blair said as she saw the thing. It was clear why this ape was in charge. He had a thicker, meatier piece of cock meat than Juko had. Only slightly longer. But ape cock never grew to tremendous lengths. The width was the thing to look out for.

And Blair's cunt began aching at the thought of having this wide load have to squeeze into her tight tunnel.

And as if that wasn't bad enough, Mr. Back Door Man was knocking to get into her ass hole. He thudded his own thick wad down into her ass crevice. She felt him greasing the way with his wet, hard fuck stick.

"No, no," she cried as he gripped her even harder, preparing to slide his ape cock right up her poop chute. The beast in front wasted even less time getting down to business. He reached out and grabbed a hold of her tit tips. Then, using them as handles, he climbed on top of her and stuck his thick pole between her mounds. He slid his dick down, down the path between them, then the path along her flat stomach. He slid his cock head all the way down, wiping it against her body.

She looked out and saw the rigid pink fist-like projection disappear down the front of her. And the ape glared back at her. Glared back and grinned as he fumbled for her cunt lips with his grossly-thick ape dick. Shoving it flat against her wet cunt gave her a chill all right. The beasts seemed to be working in close harmony, too.

The moment the one in front of her shoved his wide-mouth jar into her slender cunt crack was the exact same moment the beast behind her buried his thick, hard prick into her tight, round bung hole.

"Oh, no, please," the screaming girl begged up to the pitiless white sky.

There was nobody to hear her human entreaties up here. Still, she felt like she had to do something about it. She was being horribly mistreated here. She had never been unkind to animals. Why now were they treating her with such disregard.

But logic didn't seem to have much of a place in this ape world. These beasts seemed to provide their own brand of reason given the particular situation.

And what did reason matter when she was getting plugged from the front and from the back simultaneously by two of the biggest, meanest apes in the jungle.

What did anything mean any more?

She closed her eyes and tried to relax into the position she was being fucked into. The ape cock in front, fortunately, was bigger than the one in back. But the one in back was no less punishing. A thick, hot little blade it was, ramming its circumference into the sphincter of her tight little pink ass.

Now the beast behind her was groaning and slobbering onto her neck and shoulders. He was having difficulty making a complete insertion. She had no idea just how tight her butt buns really were. But they must have been tight to give this ramming machine such resistance.

He thudded his hard tool into the tiny circle and felt it snap shut on him. He would need all the power he could muster to thrust himself up to his thick, hard hilt.

The ape gripped the girl around the wrists and ankles tighter still, in order to provide some necessary leverage. He wiggled his ass muscles rapidly in and out, out and in, to more deeply push up into the muscular hole that pushed against his smooth, wet prick on every side.

The ape in front of her lowered his stiff dick a bit and felt the warm, beckoning feeling inside the hairless thing's cunt slit. It caressed him tenderly on all sides of his mammoth hard on.

Then, he began a series of short strokes, guaranteed to lather up the creature under his loins to a wet, wild froth.

It had never failed to excite the hairy females he had fucked so often in his fifteen years. He wiggled his butt around and dug his paws into her shoulder.

And then, in a move no human was quite capable of, he threw his whole ass up into the air and gripped a low, overhanging branch with his hind feet.

In this elevated position, he could sail down into the bitch's cunt and draw his hard member in and out at a superhuman speed. He could work his cock like a vibrator and jack hammer at the same time.

Blair tossed her blonde hair around and felt a lightening along her stomach. But the big ape didn't pull his dick out of her slit. Instead, she saw him swing up and lock his prehensile toes around a branch and let his weight hang from that. He secured himself in that position and continued to saw his cock weapon in and out of her pink wet hole. The speed was building and building.

The ape behind her was reaming her ass with tremendous energy. Stronger than any human, and with twice or three times the endurance. The butt fucker circled his ass around as best he could, considering it was pinned down to the nest. But now that the big ape's weight was off of the body of the girl, he had more latitude.

He worked his schlong up into the tightly-packed hole and rolled his hips from side to side, knocking it deliciously against the confines of the tight, slippery channel. His cock tip flowed with semen, greasing up his path even more. He dug his hips up and ground his pecker further into the girl's poop chute.

Blair felt a thudding against her brain. She feared she might pass out in this position. She feared loss of conscious and tried like hell to keep a hold of some image in front of her.

But the only thing her eyes could lock onto was the simian black face of the ape. The ape who was now grinning hotly and ramming his thick ape rod into her writhing, wet pussy slit. Up and down, down and up. The thing was fucking her like greased lightning.

She had never known such non-stop pain. And such mounting pleasure. The waves of blistering friction combined with the crazed wind of passion. There had never been a fuck like this since the recorded annals of time and biology. She knew damned well there hadn't.

And she herself had never felt such a punishing glow. Such an endless series of brutalizing stings and bites with so much high-wire excitement to match it. The longings of lust came at her in tortured gasps.

She heard herself gasping for breath, for air. She felt her hips roll up and down in an attempt to match the speeding motions of the ape's fucking movements. It was a paltry attempt. She could never possibly keep up with him, but she sure was game to try.

The back door ape plugged away at her insistently. She had never known such speed or such endurance. These two were superhuman fuckers, not subhuman fuckers, as biology would have man believe.

Was this the answer to human female lust? The unmatched lust of the unfulfilled females she had known all her life? The one she had been herself… until now?

She closed her eyes and squeezed her hips and butt muscles together. She felt the thick, pumping nozzle grind into her backside. She touched the fullness of the huge, wide ape cock that bolted in and out of her cunt slit like a fighting bull.

She saw a flash of light in front of her eyes. White light. She threw her head back so hard, she knocked it against the bony skull of the ape drilling her bung hole.

"Owwww!!!!" she moaned between clenched teeth as she felt herself toss up in a teeth-chattering burst of orgasms.

Teeth-chattering and mind-shattering. And her cunt and ass hole began tandem vibrations that sent her hips and butt mounds shooting up and back and from side to side. Drinking in all the ape cock in the jungle. Sucking up the sweet reserves of monkey dick that even now continued their penetration without a hint of a slowdown.

Blair shouted out to the sky. She let go a long series of wild, shrill screams and mindless protests. But under them, a constant note rang out. A note that sounded for the apes to claim their territory. Claim it and tame it. Plow it and plant it. Plow it to ribbons. Plow every furrow, row, and gutter. Fill the holes with seeds and nourishing juices. Plug the rows with deft weapons of brutalizing force and fertilizing life.

The apes continued to fuck the sodden, helpless girl. They fucked the lost temptress and claimed their territory. The territory that now rightfully belonged to them.