Chapter 5

Evelyn woke the next morning feeling cold. Coming to, she groggily realised that Charity was nowhere to be seen. The smells of sweat, stale milk, and unwashed sex reminded her that heir torrid night together had been no dream. The clattering sound of a metal pan told her that Charity was up and already preparing breakfast. Unzipping the tent, Evelyn was immediately assaulted by the pungent smell of wet wood and paraffin from Charity's makeshift fire.

Evelyn scrambled out of the small tent and stretched her aching muscles. The hard ground, combined with leftover adrenaline, had made sleep difficult. Charity did not look up from her work so Evelyn wandered around their makeshift camp site and to her delight found a quite substantial pool of crystal clear water, most likely left by the night's storm. Going back to the tent, she gathered her wash bag and then returned to the pool. Quickly, with her back to Charity, Evelyn stripped naked and scooped the freezing water over her slender body, raising goose bumps and erecting sore nipples. She washed quickly, trying to warm herself with rapid movements.

After drying, she looked around for cover as she felt the demands of bladder and bowels. There was nothing but coarse grass for privacy. Still naked, she moved away from the pool, and, carefully placing her towel clear, squatted down and began to urinate, hoping that the stream would not soak her bare feet. Her bowels moved, and runny excrement gushed out of her. Squatting there, Evelyn wondered whether her insides would ever return to normal. It seemed that ever since she'd been operated on, and her subsequent illness, her system had not functioned as it had previously.

Looking up, she realised Charity had finished with the fire and was watching her activities intently, but as expressionlessly, as ever. Blushing furiously, she wondered why she felt always felt so vulnerable in front of this woman.

In an effort to break the tension she called, "Bring me some paper; it's in my rucksack!"

Charity rose and went to the tent, returning with some torn up newspaper. She handed it to Evelyn without a word, but instead of turning to leave, just stood there and continued to watch.

Evelyn wished Charity would turn away, but, as she wiped herself, she was determined to behave as if she wasn't there. She squinted up at Charity again.

"Why are you watching me?" Evelyn tried to keep her voice level, "Why do you always watch me?"

"Madam, I have never seen a white woman naked before", Charity replied simply.

Evelyn thought back to how intently Charity had watched her raped by her husband - "doesn't she think I'm a real person?", she thought

"Well," demanded Evelyn, "Am I so different to you?"

Charity laughed for the first time that Evelyn had ever heard. It was a magical, musical sound. Despite the lovely sight of Charity laughing, Evelyn felt excluded, as if from some private joke.

"Oh, Miss Evelyn!" cried Charity, "Visibly trying to contain herself, "I am still not sure if you are a man or a woman!"

Evelyn smiled too, her body was indeed very different to Charity's. She had none of the big curvy features that Charity had; despite the illness her body was still slim and toned. But what Charity had said also had a double meaning. What was it that had attracted them to each other last night? Evelyn had never had any feelings for women before - had Charity's overt femaleness pushed her into a male role? Or was it her own ambiguous sexuality in Charity's eyes?

Later, as they sat by the fire drinking black coffee, Evelyn wondered what to do with Charity. Now that they were getting close to the area where Evelyn expected to find the Mountain Gorilla troupe, it had become an immediate problem. One thing was obvious, Charity could not be with her when she made contact with the troupe again. Evelyn had spent a lot of time getting the confidence of these extremely shy but very dangerous creatures, and she knew that any mistake may be fatal. The more she thought about the problem the more certain she was of her decision.

"Charity, this morning I will go on alone; if the troupe is still far away, I'll come back and we'll move camp," she explained.

"I should not leave you, you may need me" Charity answered.

"Look, you're quite safe here, I'll leave you the gun, just in case," she offered, referring to the Browning nine millimetre pistol she kept.

"Have you ever fired a gun before?" she asked.

"No Miss Evelyn, I have seen many guns, but the men always had them. There are too many guns." Charity shivered at the horrors she had witnessed, but kept buried at the back of her mind.

"Well, I'll leave it for you anyway." Evelyn said.

"Please Miss Evelyn, I don't want to be left alone." Fear showed in Charity's eyes.

"I'm sorry Charity, but there's no way I'm going to take you with me today, absolutely not, and I don't want to hear any more about it." she said, and to show that her decision was final she got up from the fire, and walked over to the tent. Silent tears glistened in the corners of Charity's eyes.


Chapter 6

The afternoon sun felt warm on Evelyn's shoulders as she crested the peak that she was so familiar with. Looking down from the bare ridge into the densely wooded valley she wished she hadn't been forced to trade her binoculars for antibiotics. This was the home of her troupe; and a sudden butterfly feeling flipped her insides as she thought of seeing them again. Was it the troupe she really wanted to see or was it Barney and the anticipation of what he may do when he saw her again?

She set off down the steep upper slope and within an hour, Evelyn was moving into the edge of the forest; stopping and listening for the familiar sounds of the gorilla family secure in their territory.

Her heart pounding, Evelyn spotted gorilla droppings that looked fairly fresh, and knew she was close. Stopping again, she heard the unmistakable grunts of a large male, possibly Barney.

Evelyn placed her rucksack on the ground and began carefully undressing. This time she would not confuse the gorillas by appearing with clothes on; let them see her skin and smell her. Very slowly and carefully, she moved, naked, in the direction of the sounds.

Crouching slightly and looking down to avoid threatening them, she moved forward. From the corner of her eye she saw a family group sitting in a flattened circle of grass. She moved closer; making sure that she did not look into the eyes of any of the adults. She was barely able to resist shouting her elation as she realised that the Silverback receiving all the attention of two grooming females was none other than Barney. She moved closer, and sat at the edge of the group. There did not seem to be any concern shown by the group at her presence; one or two of the troupe looked up but then returned quickly to their grooming. Pleased with her acceptance, Evelyn gently slid her right hand down to her crotch, and started to tease her clit. Her idea was to make herself wet enough that Barney would smell that she was 'on heat'.

Evelyn's fingers reached into her vagina, and she realised that she was already wet with anticipation. With her new vagina it was easy to reach in with her hand and scoop out some of her juices. She smeared her face, lips and breasts to make sure that Barney would know she was the source of the exquisite smell. As she finished wiping the remainder of the juice on her thighs she heard Barney grunting, and, looking from under her fringe, watched as he pushed the two females away. Carefully, she turned around until her back was to him and then got on all fours so that her buttocks faced him. This was the classic gorilla 'submission' position, even male gorillas adopted this position when they were about to lose a fight to a more dominant male. The signal of the naked, exposed buttocks changes the animal's behaviour from anger to lust and even a male gorilla would prefer to be buggered than risk death.

As Evelyn crouched on all fours, naked in the grass, surrounded by the gorilla troupe, she wondered whether she was really doing this for science or her own personal gratification. Maybe they were one and the same thing. She parted her legs slightly further, Barney must meet no resistance...

Discretely, she turned her head and saw that Barney was now standing upright, his huge penis was fully erect and dripping clear fluid from the head. Evelyn faced forward again and stared rigidly at a tree in front of her. She swallowed hard as she sensed Barney moving closer...

Seconds later she felt Barney's hot breath on her back as he closed the final inches between them. In spite of herself, she nearly shrieked when she felt his leathery hands on her buttocks. The big Silverback lifted her with ease, and she found her posterior raised high, with just her hands supporting her in a kind of wheel barrow position as Barney's broad flat nose snuffled at her sex. Her rational mind new that Barney was aroused by her scent, but it was different enough from a female gorilla to cause him to hesitate. As she felt Barney's rough tongue tentatively probe her vagina, she could no longer resist moaning with the obscene pleasure of the act. Being held almost upside down by the giant beast, Evelyn could see Barney's groin through her parted legs; his giant phallus was fully erect and twitched with anticipation.

Barney dropped her hips to waist height and she realised he was satisfied with her scent and was about to mount her. Evelyn flinched as the hot glans of Barney's erection pushed into the softness of her thoroughly soaking vagina; but this went unnoticed by the giant beast as his organ thrust deep into her body. Evelyn nearly passed out as he pushed into her deeper than she thought possible; she grunted involuntarily as breath was forced from her lungs by the power of his action. The sheer girth of his penis stretched her to the very limit, and this brought her clitoris into hard contact with the shaft. Barney was obviously very satisfied with the tightness of her human vagina and, gripping her hips tightly, began to thrust, back and forth. Barney's massive weight was behind these thrusts, and he shook Evelyn like a doll. She was so much lighter than a female gorilla, he was almost using her as a some sort of masturbatory toy as he pumped in and out of her. Bestial grunts escaped from both of them, from Barney with the sheer feeling of Evelyn's tight cunt around his cock and from Evelyn from the sheer brutal force of his movement.

Evelyn knew from her observations that Barney did not mate for long. She knew he would be ready to cum soon and already the tempo of intense pounding was increasing, and his grunting becoming faster. Evelyn was dimly aware that some of the lesser, Beta males had gathered, around and were watching Barney. She was not concerned as this was not uncommon. She knew that from previous observations that if Barney ever lost interest half way through mating, one of the others would mount the aroused female and finish the job.

Barney came. The sheer force of the gush from the end of his cock was like someone turning on a hose pipe inside her. The sensation of triumph brought on her own orgasm. The feeling of pleasure and pain was so intense that she nearly passed out. Almost as suddenly as it began it finished, Barney withdrew and ambled away on all fours as if nothing had happened. Evelyn felt as if some physical part of her had been wrenched away. Barney's cum gushed from her hot depths, soaking her thighs as she knelt, shaking, on all fours.

Evelyn was aware that, even after the operation to allow Barney's bestial lust to be satisfied; the sheer strength of his assault was probably the limit of what her frail body could withstand. She wondered if any of her bones had been broken and yet she could not feel any part of her body except her aching, empty cunt. She was covered with sweat which now began to chill her in the cool late afternoon air. She shivered an d wondered if she could even stand up. Barney's behaviour was what she had expected, the gorillas were never intimate after mating, yet she wished he had shown at least some small sign of care for her following the violent session. She realised that to him she was nothing special after all. A tear dripped from her eye and rolled down her cheek, but she wiped it away, determined to stay rational.

Just as she tested her legs to see if she could walk, she felt a bump against her buttocks; one of the Beta males that had watched their mating had ambled over and was sniffing her behind. Evelyn froze. Normally a Beta would not mount a female who had just been mated with unless the male lost interest prematurely. Evelyn waited for the Beta to realise that Barney had cum inside her; the evidence was now dripping down her legs. However, the signals that she was giving out seemed to be confusing them, several other Betas were now gathering round her and drawing closer, sniffing her cautiously. Evelyn realised there was little she could do. Normally after mating a female would also amble away, but Evelyn was not sure she could move without collapsing. Her exposed buttocks and smell seemed to be exciting the Beta males. Nervously wiping a strand of hair from her face she saw that they had all become erect. Evelyn was not sure whether she could take another gorilla inside her and there were at least five males now gathering.

Soon events were beyond her control as the first Beta seized her buttocks and thrust himself inside her. The others became excited by this and tried to pull Evelyn away from him. Evelyn felt herself grabbed by furry arms and rough, leathery hands. She was surrounded by the shrieking and excited males. Their erect cocks banged against her and they all tried to rub themselves against her in a mockery of love making. Evelyn was pulled and shoved until she thought she would be crushed. One of the Betas was so excited that he came, showering Evelyn's hair and face with his cum. Evelyn was terrified. She had never seen behaviour like this and despite the imminent danger of being killed, tried to think what she had done to cause this.

Another of the Betas bit her arm. The sharp pain made her shriek out, but her cry was lost beneath the grunting and snorting of the frenzied pack. It was then that Evelyn knew that she was dead. Once the gorillas smelled blood and realised she was injured they would simply tear her to pieces and eat her. The terror left her and the calm acceptance of her fate descended.

At exactly that moment, however, a single shot rang out. The frenzy stopped and the betas dropped her and dashed from the clearing. Evelyn knew that the pack were scared of guns - hunters taking trophies of gorillas, usually their heads, had been stalking in these mountains for years. She slumped to the ground, too bruised and injured to move and then passed out.

Evelyn awoke to a wall of pain. It was nearly dark and she was lying on the ground under a blanket. Breathing in, it occurred to her that she probably had several fractured ribs. She moved her head slowly and examined her body that was still naked under the blanket. She was bruised all over but the bite on her arm had been expertly stitched with what looked like nylon fishing line. A smell of smoke assailed her nostrils, and she turned her head painfully to see Charity tending a small fire.

"How did you...?" began Evelyn.

"I follow you, I saw what happen," Charity answered, "the gorillas wanted to kill you."

Evelyn was stunned. "You FOLLOWED me...?" She didn't finish the sentence as she saw a big smile spread across Charity's face.

"Yes, I follow you, you didn't really think Charity would leave you, did you?"

Evelyn realised that once again, Charity had saved her life. She looked at this enigmatic woman again with curiosity and wondered what made Charity so faithful to her. Evelyn coughed slightly and winced at the agony she felt with her fractured ribs.

Charity looked at her in concern, "Please, be careful, you have many damages."

Evelyn looked up at Charity's eyes and suddenly understood. It was simple. Charity was in love with her. Nothing more and nothing less. Understanding that suddenly crystallised Evelyn's own strange feeling about Charity. It was also love. True love. Like no love she had ever felt for a man, or even, she thought grimly, a gorilla...