Chapter 3

Evelyn looked out of the window of her hut in the mist covered Rwandan mountains. At last she was finally feeling ready to face the strength sapping climb to where her gorilla troupe lived.

She had suffered badly at the hands of Doctor Mwanza. 'Doctor' was too kind a word, butcher would have been more appropriate. After he had re-modelled her uterus and opened the interior of her vagina with his scalpel, he had been able to insert his forearm at least twelve inches into her. At the time of the operation Evelyn had been unable to feel a thing; but several hours later when she came round she had been in agony as the local anaesthetic had worn off. Supplies of morphine, purchased on the black market from corrupt Rwandan Army medics, had nearly turned her into an addict. The blood poisoning that nearly killed her was only cured by more black market antibiotics from the same source. Evelyn's life had hung in the balance for several days; consciousness was a fire burning in her abdomen that could only be snuffed out with yet more morphine. Eventually it was Charity, Mwanza's wife who had become concerned and paid the Army medics with Evelyn's own video camera to have her moved to the Army's own hospital. This had probably saved Evelyn's life; and, coincidentally, cost her husband's life.

What he had done to Evelyn was revealed when she was examined by an Army surgeon. Being unconscious, Evelyn could not explain that she had asked for the operation, and nobody could believe that anyone would submit to such brutal treatment; so it was decided that Mwanza had been torturing Evelyn. They turned up in force at the clinic and when he tried to explain that she had asked him to do it, his explanation was met with derisive laughter. Mwanza showed no calm composure now, he begged and pleaded for his life, but as a Hutu, he did stood little chance of mercy. Young men of the victorious Tutsi militia, most of them still in their early teens dragged Mwanza out to the back of the hospital for a bit of target practice, laughing like children playing a game, their AK47 assault rifles were not the toys they should have been playing with. Mwanza's bullet riddled corpse became little more than another statistic in the ongoing conflict.

Evelyn only learned of the doctor's fate much later, as she slowly returned to something approaching health. She was surprised one day to see the doctor's widow sitting next to her bed, with a small pile of clean and pressed clothes that Evelyn recognised as her own. Charity explained (again in that strange, passionless way) that the soldiers had come to the clinic and killed her husband. They probably would have added her to the casualty list, but she had denied she was Mwanza's wife and instead insisted was Evelyn's maid. The lies had most likely saved her life, but now Evelyn was in a quandary: she could tell the Army medics the truth, which would be passed on to the Major in charge of the area, and so in all likelihood sentencing Charity to death, or, go along with the story and become involved with the deceit. Evelyn wondered, as she lay in the hospital bed, what to do........

Contracting malaria had made any decision unnecessary. Her already weakened immune system nearly gave in altogether as the fevers alternately burned her and then chilled her. Charity spent many sleepless hours doing what she could to try to ensure that her "mistress" survived. Evelyn pulled through this crisis as well as everything else she had suffered. The Army now decided that they wanted their bed back (Evelyn having run out of Walkman and cassette tapes, watch, sunglasses, gold neck chain, and just about all the clothes she had carried with her in the small rucksack she had when she visited the clinic).

Charity had helped her leave the hospital. Evelyn had no idea where to go but was stunned to find that the Land Rover she had left parked next to the Police Station still there, unmolested, still with half a tank of diesel. She could only assume that the looters had given the Station a wide berth and she had been lucky that the police themselves had not stolen it. Climbing in, she decided it would be best to recover in the mountains than risk staying in town any longer.

Charity looked at her passively as Evelyn climbed into the driving seat. Evelyn was unsure what to say. This was the woman who had watched as she was raped by her husband and yet had nursed her in hospital and was probably responsible for saving her life. Evelyn grimaced, in some ways they had saved each other. Evelyn felt some words were in order:

"What will you do now Charity?", she asked.

"I do not know mistress, if I stay I think I will be killed."

Evelyn felt the burden of responsibility falling on her shoulders again.

"I can't take you with me Charity.....", she began.

"Please mistress, I know you are weak, let me aid you recover in the mountains, then when you are better I shall return, it may be safer then."

Evelyn cursed softly, yet she knew it made sense. She still had ambivalent feelings towards Charity, could she trust her? Yet she knew she was dangerously weak and may need help. She decided not to dwell on the decision and told Charity to jump in. They sped away from Kigali and the nightmare of the past weeks.

Now, as she looked out of the window of her hut in the mountains, she could see Charity preparing some breakfast, and was reminded of how hungry she felt. Charity had proved to be quite useful in foraging for food; she had been surprised when Charity had rounded up chickens and a goat from God alone knew where. She supposed that, with the civil war going on sporadically, farms sometimes got in the way of the fighting, and animals ran away from the noise of the gunfire. It had taken three months for Evelyn to recover her strength, but in the past few weeks she'd been getting back into shape. Avoiding the valley, where occasional explosions still disturbed the quiet, she started going on walks in the peaceful mountains, gradually pushing herself further each day as she felt the muscles in her body regaining their firmness.

Over the past few nights the old dream had started to torment her; images of the big Silverback Gorilla, Barney. Evelyn had woken the previous night with her hand between her legs, and had started to masturbate furiously, forgetting that she now shared the hut with Charity. Evelyn now had no trouble in pushing her hand into her vagina, up to the wrist; her forearm pressing against her clitoris. In her imagination, Barney was fucking her with his huge black erection, and he was going to fill her with cum. Evelyn moaned softly as these images drove the orgasm through her like a runaway train. As she lay back exhausted from the effort she realised in the moonlit darkness that Charity was up on one elbow in her camp bed, looking towards her. It was too dark to read any expression on her face. Evelyn assumed that her moaning had woken her and spoke quietly to reassure her.

"I'm ok, Charity, it was just a dream, I'm all right, go back to sleep."

But Charity didn't reply, her body was moving to her own rhythm, her fingers worked between her big strong thighs, her other hand crushed her huge breast, pinching the very prominent nipple. Evelyn was shocked by the sight she saw, she felt she had never been near such intense animal feeling since Barney had wanted to mate with her. Evelyn went rigid with something approaching the twin emotions of fear and wonder as Charity worked her body more violently than Evelyn had ever done with her own. As Charity approached her climax, she began to cry out in her own language and Evelyn thought she saw milk spurt from her breasts. Evelyn fell into an uneasy sleep, images of Barney filled her mind again, but now Charity was there too. Charity was a gorilla and Evelyn was being suckled by her...

Now, this morning, as she looked through the window, Evelyn watched the sensual sway of Charity's hips as she walked toward the makeshift chicken coop in search of eggs. Charity's big backside seemed to have a motion of its own as she walked, and her large breasts bounced, unfettered by any bra. She watched as Charity searched through the straw for their breakfast eggs, her thin faded cotton dress stretched across her well rounded buttocks. Even from here she could tell that Charity was naked beneath the dress.

Charity was now walking back to the fire which she kept burning day and night. The gas bottle which had fuelled the stove inside the hut had run out, and now there was precious little money to buy a refill, even if it were possible to get it. Either looters or the Army were almost certain to have taken what had been available in town.

Evelyn watched as Charity knelt by the fire warming the frying pan. Charity's dress buttoned up the front, but as half the buttons were missing, it gaped open revealing her big breasts, with their large chocolate nipples. Evelyn noted with interest that the dress was stained around the nipples which brought back the image of Charity's spurting breasts from the night before. Evelyn wondered why she was producing milk when there was, and never had been, a baby in evidence.

Later, as the two women sat under the trees eating their breakfast of fried eggs and doughy maize bread in silence, Evelyn announced:

"I'm going to carry on my research, so I'll be going up into the mountains for several days."

Charity looked up, and Evelyn could see genuine fear in her eyes.

"Please Miss Evelyn, don't leave me here; if the soldiers come...", Charity didn't finish the sentence.

Evelyn was surprised at the strength of emotion in Charity's quivering voice. Seldom had she displayed much expression over anything. Apart from the pure unbridled lust of the previous night, it had always been difficult to know what was going on in Charity's head.

Evelyn began to think of reasons why this woman, who's black, big bodied sensuality had begun to physically disturb her, should be left behind.

"My journey is going to be difficult, and possibly dangerous; I'm going a long way, and it's all on foot, apart from moving the Land Rover to its hiding place. I can't wait around for you. Besides, you've got no clothes for the mountains, and it gets cold at night."

Evelyn expected this to be the end of the discussion.

"Miss Evelyn, if I stay and the soldiers come, they will torture and kill me; I am Hutu. If you leave me then you sentence me to death."

She was practically begging.

"You realise what my research entails don't you ?" Evelyn asked.

"Yes, you want to be fucked by a gorilla." Charity answered evenly.

Evelyn felt herself turning red with embarrassment and anger as the woman had put in to base language her glorious scientific endeavour.

"No, I'm carrying out research into gorilla family groups and the interaction between the alpha male and the other members of the troupe." Evelyn said.

"That work may involve me having to get close the alpha male and I must be prepared in case he wants to mount me." She continued.

It was hard for her to say the words calmly as the images of Barney and his erection came rushing to her mind unbound.

"You want to be fucked by a Gorilla, and I will stay with you." Charity announced this as her final statement and got up to gather the breakfast things and wash them.


Chapter 4

Evelyn closed the hood of the Land Rover; having first removed the wire running from the start solenoid to the starter motor. It wouldn't stop a determined thief, but it would make things difficult. First, any would be thief would have to find the vehicle, hidden as it was in a dense thicket of thorny Acacia.

The mountains rising in front of them looked daunting. Evelyn knew from experience that the journey ahead was even more arduous than it looked. She looked at Charity, wondering whether she should have insisted on the woman staying behind, but at the same time realising that Charity was so stubborn that she would have followed her anyway. Charity was dressed in the most impractical outfit for mountain terrain that Evelyn could imagine. The spare boots Evelyn had given her were too big by a size and a half, so Charity had put on three pairs of Evelyn's socks. The thin cotton dress was still the only clothing Charity wore. To fend off the cold, Evelyn had cut a hole in one of the blankets, and given it to her to wear, poncho style for when they reached the higher, and colder altitudes. Apart from this, Charity had her pitifully few possessions tied in another blanket which she hoisted over one shoulder. Evelyn picked up her rucksack and slipped her arms through the shoulder straps. Adjusting her shoulders to get the heavy pack comfortable she picked up her long bladed machete, and strode toward the first slope of what would be a succession of ridges before they reached their destination.

The sun was sinking behind the peaks to their west as Charity started a fire to heat water for food and drink. Evelyn sat on a large boulder looking at the sky, watching the towering clouds change colours as the sun descended behind the neighbouring mountain tops. The sky behind her was already a darkening blue, and in the distance a lightning forked from ominous thunder clouds. Evelyn shivered as the thin air chilled rapidly without the heat from the now almost vanished sun to warm it. She looked at Charity; she was too busy with her cooking pot, and too close to the fire to be feeling the cold as yet. Evelyn stood up, and walked over to the fireside to warm her bare legs. It was quite dark now with just the light from the fire to illuminate the two women; overhead, the stars shone in the cold night air; with no towns or cities anywhere near, there was no glare to compete with the heavens. Evelyn again looked at the distant thunder storm, and realised that it wasn't as far away as before.

"I hope this food won't take long, we're going to get rain tonight." she said to Charity.

Charity looked up, pushing her braided hair away from her sweating forehead

"It needs some time to cook the chicken." she said, poking the contents of the pot with a wooden cooking spoon.

Evelyn realised Charity must have killed one of the chickens before they left.

"Let's hope there's time enough" she answered...

The tent was barely big enough for the two women as they settled down for the night, just as the first flashes of lightning were lighting up the now cloud filled sky overhead. As Evelyn had expected, Charity was now shivering with cold, even with her poncho, and all the spare blankets wrapped around her generously proportioned body.

Evelyn had stripped down to underwear and zipped herself into her large warm sleeping bag. She felt Charity trying to snuggle up against her in her attempt to keep warm and even through the layers of material separating the two women she could feel Charity's heavy breasts against her back. Tired from the trek, she slept almost immediately.

"Miss Evelyn."

Evelyn woke, it was dark and raining, she had no idea what time it was, but pretended to be asleep anyway.

"Miss Evelyn." Charity repeated and shook her slightly.

"What?", said Evelyn, irritably.

"I'm so cold." Charity complained.

"Then you should have stayed at the hut." answered Evelyn.

"Please, Miss Evelyn, I'm so cold." Charity repeated.

"Oh for Christ's sake!"

Evelyn sat up.

"Okay, lay your blankets on the groundsheet for us to lie on, and I'll unzip the bag and cover us both."

Reluctantly, Charity unwound the blankets from her body, and with some difficulty because of the shortage of space, spread the blankets on the floor of the tent. Evelyn unzipped the sleeping bag and opened it out like a duvet which she now spread over both of them. Only by huddling close together could the two women be covered by the makeshift duvet. By now the rain was pouring down, and the fire which had been illuminating the tent was now out; only flashes of lightning dazzling them for split seconds in otherwise total darkness. The thunder sounded like an artillery barrage.

Charity snuggled hard up against Evelyn's back and put her arm around her, her big, meaty hand lay across Evelyn's breast. After a while Evelyn was conscious of a wet feeling against her bare back, and struggled to turn and face Charity. She groped for her torch and dazzled them both when she switched it on. Aiming the torch at the roof of the tent reflected the light off the white polyester, illuminating the interior. Looking at Charity she realised that the wetness on her back had been caused by milk, leaking from Charity's breasts, soaking the front of the thin cotton dress, and Evelyn's back.

"I'm sorry Miss Evelyn, I can't help it." she almost whispered.

"How is it that you have all this milk when you don't have a baby?" Evelyn asked.

"My baby died, but I earned good money as a wet nurse." Charity replied.

"But you aren't wet nursing a baby now."

Charity, for the first time Evelyn had ever seen, looked coyly at her.

"I milk my breasts myself, because if I don't the milk stops." she answered.

"How often do you have to do it to keep the milk?" Evelyn questioned. She was interested from a scientific aspect, but at the same time felt a small thrill of excitement at Charity's 'secret'.

"Every night, I do it by hand, or..." she paused, "I suck them myself."

"Do you have to do it now?" Evelyn asked.

"Yes, or I will make the blankets wet." Charity answered.

Evelyn's stomach was full of butterflies and she felt her crotch start to moisten.

"Then do it now, if you have to." she managed to say, but she felt her throat start to tighten.

Charity undid the few buttons holding the dress together and pulled it open. Reaching under her right breast with her hand, she raised the nipple to her mouth and began to suck it. Evelyn was amazed, astounded and yet aroused by the sight. Her own breasts spasmed in sympathy but she could never give birth now and would never suckle a baby. As Charity sucked at first one breast and then the other, she looked up at Evelyn. Evelyn was unable to take her eyes away from the sight. Charity's hand slipped down to the tangled mass of black curls that hid the lips of her vagina and she began to pleasure herself.

Evelyn's own hand slipped into the front of her panties beneath the makeshift duvet to relieve the mix of feelings as she watched Charity. Charity now lay back on the blankets, thrusting two fingers into her wet hole, her other hand reaching down to spread the dark lips of her vagina to give herself maximum contact with her pink clitoris. At the sight of this wanton abandonment, Evelyn too dropped all pretence. She propped the torch against the rucksack and peeled off her panties. She lay down next to the big black woman and began to work her vagina too.

When she had finished, Charity propped herself up on one elbow and watched Evelyn in action. Evelyn shivered as Charity caressed her small breasts and cooed gently as Evelyn rubbed herself. Leaning over Evelyn she let one of her giant nipples brush Evelyn's lips. Evelyn's mouth opened automatically and sucked the big, soft nipple inside. Almost immediately she felt the gush of warm, sweet milk fill her mouth. She guzzled hungrily as Charity continued to coo and brush her forehead, saying "my baby, my baby", over and over. As she suckled, Charity replaced Evelyn's hand with her own, pushing her big fist deep into Evelyn's vagina. Evelyn opened her legs wide and lifted her hips from the ground to allow Charity to penetrate her with her fist and forearm. She felt as though she was being smothered by this woman. Charity sat back on her haunches and went to work on the vagina that her husband had created. Evelyn lay back, arms wide and legs doubled underneath her to lift her hips from the ground. Charity's arm ploughed mercilessly in and out of her. Evelyn's head lolled from side to side, she felt like she was on another planet as the new sensations coursed through her body. Charity was so deep inside her that she felt almost as if they had become one. When she came, it was like no orgasm she had experienced before.

Evelyn collapsed on the rough blankets, her face still damp from Charity's milk. The experience had been mind-blowing. She wondered if an arm could give so much pleasure, how would Barney feel? Sated, the two women huddled together again and slept until morning.