Chapter 1

Evelyn Tanner tied another microphone to a tree then stepped back to admire her work. Working for more than five minutes at a time caused her to sweat profusely in the tropical heat and she pushed a lock of lank black hair from her face.

The bent fronds and stripped leaves indicated this was a familiar route for the gorillas. Evelyn hoped with the microphones in place she would be able to get more detail on what kind of distances they were covering in a day.

She was just about to head back to the camp when she heard the approach of the gorillas. The sounds they made were unmistakable. She had been at this particular site near the Rwandan border for 4 months and in that time had been accepted by the tribe as one of them. The group consisted of one Alpha male, two Beta males, four females with one baby each. Following the methods used by Dian Fossey in her study of 'Gorillas in the Mist', Evelyn had attempted to ingratiate herself into the group by copying the actions of the gorillas and even eating the food they ate (the live bugs were the worst).

Now, she felt she had their complete trust. When she entered their group, or they came across her, like now, they accepted her immediately. She wasn't sure of her status in the group, but neither the males nor females seemed to see her as a rival. The most rewarding experience so far was when the Alpha male, Barney, she called him, had allowed her to groom him.

She stood casually in the trail as the gorillas emerged from the trees. The Alpha male gave his signal to the others that this would be a stop for food. 'Does he think that is why I am here?', wondered Evelyn. She hunched down and, carefully avoiding eye-contact, pretended to be looking for bugs.

She was rewarded by the alpha male coming closer. 'Maybe he thinks I've found a good spot', thought Evelyn rapidly. She felt the gorillas arm come to rest lightly on her back. This was behaviour she had not witnessed in all her time with the gorillas and wondered what it signified. Barney was very strong and powerful, probably he could break her back with one blow. Her heart started to beat rapidly as it always did when she discovered new behaviours.

Barney pulled her towards him, away from her 'food'. She toppled against him and found herself pinned under his huge arm. With his other hand he started to paw at her jacket. Evelyn was unsure what he was trying to indicate or trying to do. She went through her repertoire of gorilla actions but none seemed to satisfy Barney. She had some shiny buttons on her jacket where Barney was pawing, so she ripped them off & handed them to him - this didn't seem to satisfy him and after tasting them with his tongue he simply swallowed them. Now her bush jacket was hanging open; Barney's hand went inside the flaps and he seemed to Evelyn to be trying to remove it. She attempted to remove it herself and Barney eased up the pressure sufficiently to allow her to do it. She handed him the jacket, again, eyes averted, but he simply sniffed it and threw it away. 'What the hell does he want?', thought Evelyn, wracking her brains Barney continued pawing at her shirt so she undid the buttons on that too until her bare midriff was exposed. This seemed to satisfy Barney. He grunted and sniffed at her bare, sweating skin, even tasting it with his rough tongue. Evelyn was very excited - this was fascinating and she couldn't wait to see what he would do next, she tried to remember everything for her journal, she wished she could whisper to her memo but it had been in one of her jacket pockets. Barney moved his head higher and sniffed and touched her breasts gently. Evelyn suddenly realised he probably was trying to work out what sex she was. She grunted gently to him, like the females did to acknowledge him and unhooked her bra strap to let her breasts swing free. Evelyn's breasts weren't particularly large, but they were rounder and fuller than the females in the tribe. Barney was certainly interested, he rubbed them gently with the back of his knuckle, lifting them and letting them fall. Evelyn held her breath as he did it. He seemed unsatisfied though, and started pawing again, this time between her legs.

Evelyn's hypothesis was that despite the evidence of her breasts, Barney was still unsure about her sex and needed more confirmation. She decided that probably the easiest way out of this was to show Barney her genitalia. Despite his arm still pinning her she was able to kick off her boots with her feet and ease down the jungle pants she was wearing. She performed the action slowly so as not to frighten Barney into thinking she was peeling her skin. The gorilla looked on with curiosity. When she had manage to get her pants off, it was a simple matter of slipping her panties down to let the gorilla see her. She opened her legs to allow Barney to see that she had no penis. Of course, her genitalia was nothing like that of a true female gorilla's. Hers was much smaller and the lips less pronounced. She wondered if this was why Barney still seemed confused.

Barney now used his sense of smell to try and figure out what she was - he bent his head down and at the same time cupped one powerful hand under her bottom and lifted her hips towards his face with no more effort than if she was a doll. Barney sniffed at her vagina - Evelyn bit her lip at the sensation as his nose brushed her sensitive parts. Next he put out his tongue to taste her. Captive as she was, Evelyn could not pull away from the probing of the rough tongue. Eventually, seemingly satisfied, Barney put her down again. Evelyn breathed again for what seemed the first time in minutes. She did not relax for long, however, in putting her down she had brushed against something long and hard; Barney's penis was erect.

Barney began grunting and with mounting horror, Evelyn realised that Barney was making the sounds he usually made before mounting one of the females. Barney must have smelled that she was fertile and now intended to make her part of this tribe. Evelyn started thinking fast. The gorilla's penis was enormous, the size of her forearm and fist - if he mounted her he would surely rupture her insides, let alone crush her with his weight. She had only one alternative - to somehow relieve him outside of her body.

Evelyn had never committed fellatio - a previous boyfriend had once tried to force himself upon her but she had had no desire to suck something that seemed dirty to her. This time she would be fellating for her life. She went down on all fours in front of the gorilla and stretched out her hand to his enormous penis. Gently, very gently, she held it in her hand and started to stroke it. Barney was suspicious at first, but her hands were gentle and soft and when he realised she would not hurt his vital member he appeared to relax a little. Encouraged she drew closer and, staying in what she hoped was a submissive position, positioned her mouth close to the head of his giant penis. She knew if she tried to put her mouth on it he might think she was going to bite, so she waited for his first curious thrust. After some minutes of continuous gentle stroking and waiting with her mouth open, she was rewarded by the first probe of his cock on her lips. She licked them to make them moist then gently moved her tongue to make the head of his penis wet. The taste was, as she expected, foul, but she grimly stayed at her task, growing bolder as Barney seemed to relax at the treatment.

While fellating Barney thus, making her movements bolder and bolder until she was licking up and down his shaft, she felt for his testicles and cupped them gently in her palm - he was definitely full and she could feel them beginning to tense. Evelyn realised, to her disgust, that to complete the illusion and satisfy Barney she could not allow his semen to spill all over the ground - she would have to swallow it. An average male gorilla could hold almost half a pint of semen and she knew Barney was no exception. She stretched her mouth as wide as it would go across the head of Barney's penis and gave the shaft a vigorous rub and the balls a squeeze. She was rewarded with a powerful gush of semen against the back of her throat. Fighting her gag reflex she bravely swallowed mouthful after mouthful of the thick, hot, salty cum. Only a few stray streams emerged from her mouth to run down her sweating body.

After what seemed like ages, Barney relaxed and pulled away from her, satisfied. Evelyn almost collapsed with relief from the tension of the last few minutes. Her stomach felt heavy from the thick cum she had swallowed. She felt drowsy and lay back, naked in the hairy arms of the sated gorilla. Her last thoughts, before sleep overcame her, were how on earth she would write this up in her journal..........


Chapter 2

It had been two months since she last seen Barney. On that occasion she had risked death when he had sensed her femaleness and attempted to mate with her. By quick thinking, Evelyn had averted his arousal by relieving him with hand and mouth. Returning to her camp later that day she had realised that she had progressed far beyond what any other animal behaviourologist had achieved. As she sat, writing her journal, she realised that she still needed to know more and only by allowing Barney to mate with her would she be satisfied in being truly 'accepted' as a gorilla. Of course, this dream was impossible, Barney's huge penis would probably kill her or he would become so frustrated in attempting to mate he would become angry enough to kill her anyway. The slaps that he sometimes gave his female mates would have been enough to break her bones.

That night she dreamt of Barney. Dreamt of him coming at her again, but this time entering her. She awoke sweating inside her tent, her sleeping bag soaking. For the first time since a young woman she used her fingers to bring relief. The terror of the day gave way to an overwhelming sexual urge - she had survived, she was alive. Evelyn slept in a vest and panties and now she rolled the panties down her thighs, exposing the black curls of her pubic hair in the moonlight that spilled into the tent. Trembling with pleasure she gently touched her already hard clitoris then began to rub. Using the heel of her hand against her pelvis, she used the palm to brush against her clit in a circular motion. Her fingers pulled at her lips as they passed and her already moist vagina began to leak. Her other hand slid under her vest and cupped her breast while her fingers tugged at her nipples. There was no reason to fantasize now, the sheer physical pleasure was enough. The orgasm was tremendous. She had not come for probably two years and the release washed over her. She fell asleep almost immediately.

The next day she woke groggy and dazed. Normally she was up at first light, but this morning she lay on, exhausted. She remembered the previous day's adventure and as she went over the events one-by-one, felt the sexual tension rise again. She let her imagination flow and again pleasured herself as she imagined Barney taking her as a mate. As she lay, gently rubbing herself again, she wondered if she really could take Barney's penis inside her. He really was bigger than her fist and forearm. She peeled off the soaking panties then knelt up in the tent, with her thighs parted. Reaching first in front, then behind herself, she tried to penetrate herself with her clenched fist. It was difficult, not only because of the size and shape of her fist, but because she was not supple enough to reach much beyond the opening of her vagina. There was nothing else in her tent that was suitable, so she lay on her back and tried again. This time she uncurled her fingers and slipped them in to her vagina. By pushing and thrusting with her hips she was able to slip in four fingers, almost to the knuckles. But it was no good, her vagina was just not big enough.

Her failure had turned her off the idea of more self pleasurement, there was only one way she would ever get Barney inside her, and that was too have her vagina enlarged. The idea was a joke, but it stayed on her mind that day. Knowing anatomy as she did, she knew it was physically possible. Theoretically there was plenty of room inside her pelvis, certainly sufficient to pass something the size of a baby's head, although Evelyn herself had never had children. All that really needed expanding was the entrance to her vagina...

A week later she was in Kigali, stocking up on supplies to take back up the mountain - not that there was much in war-torn Rwanda. She asked at the hospital if it was possible for them to perform the operation but without her giving them a good medical reason they refused as they had more pressing demands. Evelyn was tempted to use her precious grant to leave the country and get it done elsewhere until she saw a crude notice advertising a clinic that was offering abortion services...

She went that afternoon and found that the 'clinic' was nothing more than a shack belonging to a Rwandan doctor. His wife, a large, poorly dressed woman answered the door and let her in. Evelyn was led to the front room - an ancient operating table stood incongruously amongst the couple's personal effects. After being introduced to the Doctor Mwanza the wife showed no signs of leaving so she decided to tell them in no uncertain terms what she wanted.

"I need it wide enough to take a fist and deep enough to take a forearm" she said bluntly.

Mwanza did not blink.

"You are the gorilla woman?" he asked.

Evelyn saw no use in denying it.

"Yes", she said.

"After I have done this, no man will ever be able to pleasure you again" he stated.

"I know", said Evelyn, as calmly as she could, "I don't need a man......"

The doctor asked no more questions.

"How much do you charge?" she asked

"Five hundred dollars" he replied.

Evelyn knew she was being charged high for being white. Five hundred dollars would finish off the rest of her research grant.

"I can get much better terms elsewhere", she lied.

"No", he replied simply, "You can't."

Evelyn was flustered, she tried another tack, "Can we discuss terms?"

The doctor smiled. He motioned for his wife to leave the room. Evelyn watched the woman disappear behind a bead curtain.

"I will not drop my prices, but..." At this point he looked her over as though she were a piece of meat, "...you are not unattractive and I will only charge you one hundred dollars if you let me fuck you".

Evelyn blushed furiously, she had not been prepared for such a request. Frantically she tried to think and stay in control of the situation.

"Your wife...", she began, looking towards the curtain.

"...will not be a problem" he finished.

Evelyn looked at the doctor. He was not an unattractive man, tall, in his 50s, with a touch of grey to his black curls, but he had stated the deal so simply and with such lack of passion that she shuddered at what it would be like to have this man inside her. She knew that she had very few options unless she wanted to give up her research. She tried to pull herself together.

"In that case, I agree", she said as calmly as she could.

"Good", he replied, "Now, please take off your clothes."

"Now!?" Evelyn said, stunned.

"Yes, now please", he replied and stood, patiently, looking.

"I haven't washed or anything, I'm not ready...", she began, desperately thinking of a hundred reasons why she could not consent now.

"You are ready", he merely replied, "Now strip."

There was nothing else to say, so, with dumb acceptance, in front of this stranger, Evelyn obeyed. She was certainly wearing nothing glamorous; hiking boots, rolled down socks, bush jacket and shorts with just a simple vest and panties underneath. She kicked off the boots, and, resting against the operating table, took off her socks. The doctor did not even avert his eyes, but simply stared as she pulled off her clothes in front of him. Next she took off her jacket and lay it as neatly as she could with her trembling hands over a chair. She could not meet his eyes. She took off her vest and her breasts swung free. Finally when she had removed her panties, Evelyn folded her arms and summoned her courage to stare back at him.

As she looked at his eyes devouring her naked body, Evelyn suddenly had a vision that she was not the first woman to be treated in such a way by this man. She suddenly had a vision of all the young girls who'd ever come to this man for help and been abused. Evelyn, who'd never had much sisterly feeling, suddenly felt the sad companionship of all the women who'd ever been raped by this man, the company of the abused.

The doctor kicked off his worn out shoes, there were no socks; and dropped his baggy trousers to the floor and stepped out of them. Stroking his penis to an erection he pointed at the chair where Evelyn had placed her clothes and asked her, almost politely, to stand against it.

As she reached the chair, Evelyn picked up her clothes and looked round for somewhere to put them. A note of annoyance now crept into the doctor's voice as he asked her to just put them on the floor. Suddenly the fate of her clothes seemed important to Evelyn. She was stark naked, about to be raped and yet she wanted to make sure her clothes did not get dirty. Pointedly, she arranged them carefully on the operating table.

She returned to the chair and gripped the backrest with both hands. It was an old colonial style chair, heavily built. The doctor grunted his approval and kicked her feet apart with his own foot. He nudged her feet further and further apart until she was quite uncomfortable but her vagina was fully exposed.

Evelyn braced herself but he seemed to hesitate. However, when Evelyn looked over her shoulder at the doctor, he was merely stroking his lengthening penis. His busy hand was rough and calloused, and none too clean. Evelyn again wondered if she really wanted to go through with this, but knewthat, at this point, he was going to rape her regardless of any other considerations.

A rattling sound drew Evelyn's eyes to the curtain and she was surprised to see the shadowy figure of the doctor's wife through the beads. She wondered what kind of woman could watch her husband rape another. Her thoughts abruptly vanished as the doctor pushed her forwards over the back of the chair until she was almost bent double then thrust into her without any attempt to ease the entry. Evelyn was dry, and the doctor's vicious thrust almost made her cry out loud at the sheer physical pain. Evelyn bit her lip and allowed a small tear to trickle from her eye. By first opening her legs as wide as he had she had zero ability to resist the thrust of his cock. He was obviously an expert at raping women like this. After the initial few thrusts the doctor now got into his stride and began to make little grunting noises with each stab into her. He was aroused enough that his cock reached deep and hit the neck of her uterus, causing more than just an uncomfortable feeling; this was genuine pain. As the pain continued she first tried to block it out by staring at a point on the floor in front of her eyes, but her head, now filling with blood was moving too much with each thrust. She looked over to the curtain and realised that the doctor's wife was still standing there as her husband's cock slammed into her again and again.

Evelyn attempted to focus her mind away from the stabbing in the depths of her vagina. She desperately tried to think of what she was doing this for: Barney. She knew from her observations that even gorillas mated more compassionately than this sweat soaked brute. Imagining that the pounding she was receiving was from Barney's huge penis gave Evelyn the wetness she desperately needed; her hips responded to the savage actions of the doctor in an attempt to ease the pain.

Fantasizing about Barney gave Evelyn the ability to lift herself out of the situation, it was even sufficient to make her aroused.

"Yessss" she moaned, quietly to herself.

Evelyn could now feel that her own orgasm may be possible, but as she changed her rhythm to try and achieve it, the doctor pulled his length from her. Almost immediately she could feel something hot and wet over her buttocks, and she realised he had pulled out and shot his semen all over her buttocks. The reality of her rape struck her like a slap in the face, and with tears pricking her eyes again she turned her head to the doctor's wife, still standing just behind the curtain. Although she said nothing, her eyes challenged the woman to justify how she could live with such a monster. The woman returned her stare with the same blank and passive look, but after a while turned away and left. Meanwhile the doctor was putting his old trousers back on. His look also betrayed nothing, so Evelyn simply walked to the table and not even stooping to wipe off the mess now dripping down her thighs, picked up her clothes and dressed silently. Before she left, she made the appointment for the operation the following day.

The next day and she found herself at the 'clinic' again. There was of course no air conditioning and the heat that afternoon was terrible. Evelyn's clothes were already soaked with sweat.

Once again she went through the ritual of stripping before the doctor asked her to lie on the table. Evelyn lay her on the table with trepidation. The doctor had told her that the operation would all be done with local anesthetics. Evelyn was glad - she did not want to be unconscious while he was operating.

It began with a shave. The Mwanza's wife creamed her pubic hair with shaving foam then proceeded to use a cut-throat razor to remove it. Evelyn had never felt so completely helpless. The woman was obviously competent and had no doubt done this many times but Evelyn winced and could not help flinching away from the razor.

'Please - stay still', said the woman, crossly.

Evelyn tried desperately to keep her hips from moving, but felt too nervous. It was impossible for the woman to do her job. Eventually the black woman hitched up her skirt and climbed onto the table. She straddled Evelyn so that she sat on her hips and prevented them from moving while she went to work with the razor. The woman was big and Evelyn was unable to move, the legs of the woman pinned her arms down.

Eventually the tickling sensation subsided - the woman had finished and climbed off Evelyn, adjusting her skirt and still muttering to herself.

When the doctor returned Evelyn was glad to see that he had boiled his instruments and at least wore a mask, although no gloves. He gave her the local anesthetic and while waiting for the effects to begin began tugging at her labia. He was not in the least gentle and Evelyn winced as he penetrated her with two fingers and felt inside her vagina. As if that wasn't enough, his thumb also penetrated her anus, at least to the first joint, and he began to prod and stretch her down below. Evelyn bit her lip but refused to cry. The doctor's wife looked on impassively as he manipulated her below.

Finally she lost feeling and the doctor began to operate. Evelyn could not feel the scalpel, just the dull tug at her loins. There was plenty of blood and the wife was busy with water and towels cleaning her as he worked. Evelyn did not pass out, she merely lay back and studied the flies crawling across the ceiling. At one point the doctor asked her to pay attention. She lifted herself up on her elbows and watched as his fist slowly disappeared into her bloody vagina. He went deeper and deeper until he was up to mid-forearm.

"Is that sufficient?", he asked

Evelyn considered Barney briefly and gasped "No, deeper".

"In that case I am very sorry," he replied, "I will need to remove your womb to make it any deeper."

"Then do it," said Evelyn, then passed out.