Unknown - The ape girl

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…

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.