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Subject: PARKER23: Lady Jane 1/3
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Date: 14 Jan 1995 04:41:26 GMT
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LADY JANE GREYSTONE'S REMARKABLE EXPERIMENT
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1/3
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By Parker
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The horseshoe clack and rattle of the fading carriage had
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only just died away down the cracked cobble of Bond Street when
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the carriage's recently disgorged passenger reached the large oak
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door and rapped three times with the brass handle of his cane.
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The door opened a few moments later, allowing a weak candle glow
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of light to seep out and dissipate in the cool night fog.
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A voice: "Sir!"
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The man grimaced. "I left my keys at Windsor, I was in such
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a hurry." The door opened wider and the man walked into the
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entrance hall. It was a small room, with a passageway leading
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straight ahead and a stairway off to the side. "I trust
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everything is in readiness," he said, standing impatiently while
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the other man, a servant, removed his hat and jacket.
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"Yes sir."
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"And my friends? They've enjoyed dinner?"
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An outburst of laughter sounded from above. The servant
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allowed himself a quiet smile. "I believe so, sir."
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The man nodded. "Good. I was concerned that my lateness
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might have upset matters."
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The servant stared blankly.
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"Yes, well... you remember the arrangements?"
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"Sir." The servant managed to look offended without changing
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his expression.
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The man nodded, a tiny smile reaching his lips. "Quite."
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Another burst of laughter came from above.
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"I suppose I should join them."
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He turned away from the servant and climbed the stairs.
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**
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"...and then I said to him: 'sir, my family has enjoyed
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noble status for centuries. If you wish to claim monkeys in your
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lineage, that is your affair. I'll thank you, sir, not to claim
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such for mine.'" The speaker, Lord Richard Fleming, paused
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briefly to drain his wine glass while basking in the inevitable
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laughter. When the merriment died down, he resumed speaking. "I
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thought he'd have a stroke, he looked so angry." Lord Fleming
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dropped his voice and put on an exaggerated cockney accent. "'But
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sir' he said, 'if you had taken the time to read my book...' but
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I just looked at him and said 'My good man - and I use that term
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under advisement - *I* do not read books written by monkeys." The
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table erupted into a fresh round of laughter.
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Sir Gerald Reid entered the dining room - his dining room -
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grinning at the joke. "I say, Dickon, you might have waited with
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the stories. It's bad enough I missed the meal..."
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The fat Lord waved the newcomer silent, still wrapped in the
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throes of his anecdote. "Then he said: 'my lord, I do not claim
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any such thing. Monkeys do not write books.' Well, I looked him
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up and down and answered: '*I* know one who does.'"
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Gerald Reid grinned with appreciation as another round of
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laughter swept the table. Dickon had been dining out on that
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story for months now, but it never failed to incite amusement.
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Particularly from old Warrington. The tall, wiry clergyman was
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rocking back and forth in his seat, roaring with high-pitched
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laughter as tears ran down his angular face. Arch-Bishop
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Warrington was one of Mr. Darwin's bitterest critics in England,
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having declared the scientist's work "blasphemous" and calling
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for a ban on his book 'The Origin of Species' ever since it had
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been published two years ago.
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Likewise, Sir William Buckman, the head of the geology
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department at Oxford, was enjoying the tale of Darwin's
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discomfort. He too was an outspoken critic of the naturalist's
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work. The heavily bearded academic let out a loud belch of
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laughter as he finished his glass and reached for the whisky
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bottle. "Well said, Dickon, well said. That man needs to be put
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in his place; he should have stuck with barnacles and coral reefs
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and the like." He paused for a moment as he poured himself a
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generous glass. "He's made himself a laughingstock with his
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ridiculous monkey theory."
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"Actually," Reid said, taking a seat at the table and
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reaching for a glass, "it's a bit of a rum thing, finding you
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gentleman putting your mind to this topic, as my story tonight
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deals with that very subject." He reached into his jacket and
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pulled out a battered, leatherbound notebook. "And about Lady
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Jane Greystone."
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Buckman let out a braying laugh, dribbling whisky into his
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beard. "Her? A humorous story, then?"
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"I thought she'd disappeared some time ago," Fleming
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ventured, scratching his neatly trimmed grey beard. "In Africa,
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or some such place."
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"Indeed she did," Reid answered. "She was heading an
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expedition. With Brooke."
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"Rupert Brooke?" Buckman seemed surprised. "But I heard he
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was in India now. After suffering a protracted fever."
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"Oh, he was rather ill," Reid answered. "but he's quite
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recuperated now. I saw him before he left." He patted the
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notebook. "He gave me this, and told me what happened."
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"In Africa?"
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Reid nodded. "And I've since... shall I say, confirmed his
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information by my own sources. I can assure you, then, that the
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story I'm about to tell you is completely true. Every word."
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The table fell silent for a moment.
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"Well then," Warrington said, "perhaps you'd best get on
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with it then."
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"Yes," Buckman agreed, finishing his whisky. "My interest is
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piqued."
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"As is mine," agreed Fleming. "Do tell us."
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"Well," Reid said looking pleased, "I shall."
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*****
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Annoyed, Lady Jane Greystone tossed her head and tried to
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push her thick, auburn hair back over her shoulder, where it
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wouldn't interfere with her writing. She normally tied back her
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long hair or wore it in a tight bun, but she'd already let it
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loose in preparation for bed. Now it fell in unhampered,
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distracting waves as she leaned over the sputtering oil lamp that
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kept the darkness from her small tent and tried to write.
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It was hopeless. She'd been staring at her notebook for a
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good fifteen minutes now, but nothing came. Not enough sleep; too
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much excitement. The dizzying discoveries of last few weeks were
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finally catching up with her. If she was right, and she was quite
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certain that she was, she had discovered a new species of ape. Or
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something. The creatures she had encountered were far more
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advanced than any member of the great ape family previously
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known. Although generally ape-like in appearance, the new species
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exhibited traces of intelligence previously thought to be the
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exclusive domain of humanity. Some of them were even constructing
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and using tools!
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Unable to work or sleep, she turned back the pages and
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skimmed through some earlier entries:
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"...the proto-humans [as she had termed them] exhibit
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the physical characteristics of both man and ape. They
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are exceedingly hairy, and have the same long, well
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muscled arms of the great ape family, but the facial
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features and cranial development suggest a more
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developed mental capacity.... and other physical
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characteristics suggest a cross between the two
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species; the genitals, while not as large as that of a
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homo sapian [she blushed, reading this], are much
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larger than that of the great ape..."
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Inspired, she picked up her pen, flipped to the last passage
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and began to write:
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"I feel that I have found one of Mr. Darwin's
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'numberless transitional links' regarding which he
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predicted criticism. The evidence clearly shows that
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the proto-humans are a 'closely allied and
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representative species' of mankind."
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*****
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"Oh, nonsense." Buckman shook his head and took another deep
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pull on his drink. "What absolute twaddle. Shows why women
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shouldn't get involved with science."
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"That may be," Fleming told him, "but we still want to hear
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the story." He looked at Reid and grinned. "Nonsense as it may
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be."
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Warrington nodded in agreement. "Do continue."
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Reid looked down at the notebook and resumed reading...
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*****
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"As an experiment, we've been living among them for
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almost two weeks now. We've begun to gain a rudimentary
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understanding of their language, and they're beginning
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to accept our presence. I believe that we're well on
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our way to establishing their essential kinship with
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humanity."
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Overwhelmed by her own words, she put down the pen,
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shivering as she considered the events of the last few weeks.
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Quite a discovery for anyone, but for Jane Greystone, it meant
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vindication. Vindication for choosing a life of science when that
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field was almost exclusively the domain of men. Vindication for
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suffering the ridicule and taunts from those bastards at the
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university. Vindication for the long, hard hours of study while
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her childhood friends attended parties and plays and, eventually,
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married.
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Marriage.
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Sighing, she gazed blankly at the canvass side of her small,
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poorly lit tent. Rupert. He was the only one who'd believed in
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her, who'd stood by her. She almost imagined she could hear his
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quiet breathing from where he slept, in the tent next to hers.
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But of course that was impossible.
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Rupert. And those days on board...
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No. She wouldn't think of that now. She had a job to do
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here. Even if Rupert didn't understand that at present. Shaking
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her head, she picked up the pen and stared down at her notebook.
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There'd be plenty of time for that later. Once she'd completed
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her experiments here in Africa. Once she'd proven that this new
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species of great ape was, indeed, Mr. Darwin's infamous missing
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"transitional link". Once she'd shown the world that she was as
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good a scientist as any man. Then she would be able to...
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CRACK!
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The chattering stillness of the African night was shattered
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by a gunshot. Then another... and another... Shocked from her
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dreams of a triumphant return to London, the englishwoman dropped
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her notebook and peered outside. The campfire was still burning,
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still fighting off the shadows, but shed no light on the source
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of the gunfire. Another shot rang out from the darkness
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surrounding the camp. The shot was followed by shouting voices
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and screams of panic and anger.
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Panting with fear, Jane grabbed her father's old Springfield
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from where it had been lying just inside the entrance to her
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tent. She pushed aside the flap and moved outside - pausing for a
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moment as she realized that her tall, lithe body was clad in
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nothing more than an oversized shirt and panties - and began to
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run towards Rupert's tent. Another series of shots rang out from
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the darkness surrounding the camp. Before she had covered half
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the distance between the two tents, a man, nothing more than a
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dark shape in the flickerlight, slammed into her, knocking her to
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the ground. By the time she cleared her hair away from her face,
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the man was gone. She didn't know whether it was one of her own
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men or an attacker.
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Whoever they were.
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She had just clambered to her knees when another man,
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silhouetted by the fire, moved into her field of view. He was
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shouting orders in a native dialect. A white man! Carrying a
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revolver. Jane swallowed; the only whites in her party were
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herself and Rupert, and that wasn't Rupert.
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Fighting to steady her breathing, she raised the heavy rifle
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to her shoulder and took aim. The man walked slowly closer, not
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seeing her until her was only half a dozen yards away. She
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couldn't miss. Staring down the barrel of the rifle, Jane saw the
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man's eyes go wide in fear as she held her breath and pulled the
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trigger...
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***
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Jacques Manon staggered backward and fell on his ass. He
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looked down, expecting to see his guts spilling out onto his lap,
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but there was nothing.
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No wound.
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He looked up. The gun must have misfired. The woman was
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pulling at the lever, trying to dislodge the malfunctioning round
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and get a new one in the chamber.
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"Merde."
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The frenchman pushed himself up off the ground and lunged at
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her. There was a loud click as the new cartridge slipped into the
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chamber. The woman swung the rifle around, but it was too late.
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Jacques was already too close. He grabbed the barrel with one
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hand and jerked it away while striking the woman across the face
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with his other hand. She let out a cry and fell backwards onto
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the ground.
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Panting, Manon got to his feet and tossed the heavy rifle
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away into the bush. He walked over and picked up his revolver
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from where it had fallen and went back to the woman. She glared
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up at him from the ground, but didn't move.
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Jacques smirked and then looked around the camp. It was
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pretty much over. His men, all experienced hunters through many
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years spent poaching, had made short work of the porters and
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servants that had made up the white woman's camp. That only
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left...
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"Rupert!"
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The englishwoman scrambled to her feet and began to run
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towards the centre of the camp, where two of Manon's men dragged
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a struggling white man into the firelight. Cursing, Manon grabbed
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at her, getting a fistful of cloth and jerking her back onto her
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bare ass. There was a tearing sound and the poacher caught of
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glimpse of white breast as the woman tried to twist free.
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The white man renewed his efforts to break free when he saw
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the woman, but one of his captors brought a pistol butt down on
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the back of his head and he collapsed to the ground.
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"Rupert!" The woman started to cry.
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Manon looked at the men.
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"<Is it done?>" he asked, mangling the native dialect.
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The black man laughed. "<Yes,>" he answered. "<The dogs have
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either fled or died. They will be running all the way back to the
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coast.>"
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Manon nodded. "<Search the camp,>" he ordered. "<Take
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everything of value; we must be gone by first light.>"
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He turned his attention back to the englishwoman, who
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crouched at his feet, glaring up at him through a curtain of
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hair. He let out a low, appreciative whistle. Three days of
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watching from the jungle had not conveyed to him just how
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beautiful she was. She was tall for a woman, with long legs and a
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lithe, athletic figure. Her hair, a rich auburn, flowed thick and
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rich down to the small of her back. That much he had seen from
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the distance. But up close, even in the flickering light of the
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half-dead fire, she was breathtaking. The woman had fair, english
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skin and a small, upturned nose over a set of full, rich lips.
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Her eyes, large and grey, stared up at him from under a thick
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curtain of hair as she panted - in anger? fear? - at his feet.
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The poacher had originally planned to ransom her, unharmed
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and untouched, but those plans fell by the wayside as he gazed
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down at her. He had been in the jungle for months; it had been a
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long time since he had seen a woman and even longer since he had
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seen a white woman.
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And he had never, never seen a woman like this.
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He had to have her.
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To take her.
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Now.
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Growling, the frenchman grabbed the woman by her thick hair,
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pulled her to her feet and shoved her, stumbling, into the weak
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firelight where she collapsed to the ground. He walked quickly
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after her, his hands unfastening his belt as he walked.
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"No... oh no..."
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The woman, her grey eyes wide, tried to scuttle away on her
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hand and knees, but Jacques was too quick. He threw himself on
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top of her, pinning her lithe body to the ground. Sobbing, she
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tried to squirm free, but couldn't. The frenchman's rough hands
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slipped under the waist of her panties and tore them away.
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"You bastard!" She began to hit him on the side of the head,
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but he just ignored her.
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His cock felt like it was going to explode.
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It had been too long.
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Forcing her legs apart with his body weight, he manoeuvred
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himself so that the engorged head of his cock was positioned
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right above her unwilling pussy. With a sharp bark of lust, he
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rammed himself forward, burying his cock inside of her with one
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violent shove. The woman's cries turned to screeches of agony as
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his massive cock filled her dry, tight pussy.
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"Noooo..." She bucked and twisted beneath him, struggling
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madly to pull her body away the impaling cock, but her movements
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only served to increase his excitement. A thin line of spittle
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trickled out of his open mouth and onto her face as he grabbed
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her ass and began to pump his cock brutally in and out of her.
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"Ahhh..."
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It didn't take long. Within moments, he stiffened and shot
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his load into her belly. The woman stopped struggling and started
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to cry as she felt his hot semen fill her pussy and dribble out
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onto her ass. She lay limp as he pumped twice more and then
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pulled out, leaving a thick glob of cum glistening in her curly
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pubic hair.
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"Nice," he grunted. "You make a good whore." Grinning, he
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leaned down and brought his lips against hers for a kiss. She
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gasped and tried to turn away, but he forced his tongue into her
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mouth. Their eyes were inches apart as he slowly explored the
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inside of her mouth and then pulled away as she gagged beneath
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him. He drew in a breath to say something, but was interrupted by
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a glob of spittle right in his eye.
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She'd spat at him.
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"Bitch! English bitch." He rolled off of her and got to his
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feet, wiping the spittle from his face. "I'm not good enough,
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eh?" He gestured at the black men that stood, watching, from the
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shadowed edge of the firelight. "Maybe black flesh is more to
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your liking."
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The woman's eyes widened and she began to scream anew...
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*****
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"I say!"
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"You mean..." Warrington looked confused. "He... raped her?"
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"Yes," Reid confirmed. "You take my meaning exactly."
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Silence...
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Buckman finished his drink and began to pour another.
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"Well?"
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"Do go on," Fleming urged, his face flushed.
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*****
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Lady Jane Greystone twisted and writhed in her bonds, her
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lithe, half-clad body glowing a deep red where the belt had
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struck it and glistening with pain sweat in the weak firelight.
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Her naked arms were tied at the wrist and spread apart in a Y
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shape above her head by two ropes which led upwards to tree
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branches. Clad only in the torn shirt that fell to just below her
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waist, the englishwoman cried out in mindless pain as Manon's
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belt struck her ass and lower back again and again. Her pussy and
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inner thighs, clearly visible every time her torn shirt fluttered
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open, glistened with rivers of half-dried cum.
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She'd already been fucked by half a dozen of the frenchman's
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men before Manon had grown bored with the sport. She had cried
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and struggled madly through the first few rapes, but, after
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realizing there was nothing she could do to stop it, she'd just
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laid there, limp and unresisting as the black men had fucked her
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body.
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Her mind drifted, somewhere far away.
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Somewhere pleasant.
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Manon's men hadn't seemed to mind, pumping away at her and
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grunting like animals, but Manon quickly flew into a rage.
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Cursing, he'd jerked the last man off of her just as he came.
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She'd flinched a bit as his hot cum splattered her stomach and
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face, but even that hadn't disturbed her sense of detachment. The
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frenchman had shouted something at her, something that sounded
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like "...not good enough... english whore should fuck like an
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english whore...", but again it seemed far away. Like it was
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happening to someone else. It wasn't until they tied her wrists
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and strung her up under the tree that brutal reality shattered
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her sense of detachment.
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The first blow of the belt dispelled all sense of peace.
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By the fifth blow, she'd become a tortured, screaming
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animal...
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END PART ONE
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LADY JANE GREYSTONE'S REMARKABLE EXPERIMENT
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2/3
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By Parker
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Manon paused for a moment, gasping for breath. The woman
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hung limp and sopping, but he could see that she had not fainted.
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Her grey eyes glistened helplessly at him from beneath auburn
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hair. Grinning, the frenchman walked forward, grabbed a fistful
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of that hair and jerked her face upwards.
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"Are you ready to fuck, whore?"
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**
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Jane worked her tongue, trying vainly to produce enough
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moisture to spit in the bastard's face. Her mouth and throat were
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too dry; all screamed out. So she contented herself by whispering
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three words: "Go... to... hell..."
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The poacher frowned and stepped back, the belt dangling
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loose in his hand. Jane drew a shuddering breath and closed her
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eyes, waiting for the impact. Her only consolation was that
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Rupert wasn't awake to see this... to see her tortured - degraded
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- like this. She opened her eyes and glanced over at where he
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lay, securely tied and still unconscious, beside the fire.
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Rupert!
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**
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Manon lowered the belt and looked over at the bound man. He
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had followed her gaze and seen the look in her eyes. A smirk
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crept over his face. He knew how to convince the whore...
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**
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Jane felt a moment of relief when the poacher dropped the
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belt, but that feeling was quickly replaced by one of panic as he
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walked over to the unconscious Rupert, sliding a wicked-looking
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hunting knife free of its sheath. She felt her stomach turn as he
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bent over, jerked the unconscious englishman's head up by his
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hair and placed the blade of the knife against the exposed
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throat. The honed metal glinted in the firelight.
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She couldn't help herself. "No..." Her voice was hoarse,
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rasping... "Please..."
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The poacher looked at her, his eyes a pair of dead, black
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|
holes. "Your choice," he shrugged. "Fuck like the whore you are,
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or he dies."
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The englishwoman felt her resistance seep away at those
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horrible words. She could bear the physical abuse - she had no
|
|
choice - but she couldn't allow anything to happen to Rupert.
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Dear Rupert!
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|
He had proposed to her on the voyage from England. She had
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told him "no", wanting to prove herself as a scientist before
|
|
becoming a wife, but she had always intended it to be a temporary
|
|
refusal. Rupert had been hurt at the time, but she knew it was
|
|
for the best; she would make it up to him later. But now... now
|
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it looked like Rupert might die, without ever knowing how she
|
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felt about him.
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She couldn't allow that.
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She wouldn't.
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"I'll do what you want."
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She went limp, hanging loosely by her wrists.
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She was broken.
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Grinning, the frenchman let go of Rupert and got to his
|
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feet. He handed his knife to one of his men and walked over to
|
|
the hanging woman. Standing directly in front of her, he slipped
|
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down his pants. To her dismay, she saw that his cock was hard
|
|
again, despite his having come inside her less than an hour ago.
|
|
Bracing herself, she waited to be raped.
|
|
The man just stood there, grinning at her. His teeth were
|
|
bad. "You don't understand," he told her. "You're the whore here;
|
|
you're going to fuck me, not the other way around." He looked
|
|
over to where his man stood over Rupert with the knife. "If I
|
|
haven't come in ten minutes - if you haven't made me come - your
|
|
man is dead." He punctuated his remark with a light slap at her
|
|
barely covered breasts. "Understand?"
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Her eyes filled with tears, Jane nodded.
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|
"Then get to it. Whore."
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|
Terrified by the threat, Jane began to move. Her arms were
|
|
still tied high above her head, so she swung her long, naked legs
|
|
around behind the man's ass and pulled him in towards her.
|
|
Grinning, the frenchman allowed himself to be pulled. Groaning
|
|
with pain and humiliation, she spread her thighs and thrust her
|
|
crotch at his stiff cock, trying desperately to capture it in her
|
|
open pussy. It kept sliding over her crotch. Her efforts became
|
|
increasingly desperate as the seconds ticked by and she was
|
|
unable to get him inside her.
|
|
Finally, she looked up at him, grey eyes wide and tear-
|
|
filled: "Please," she whispered. "Oh, please..."
|
|
"Whore."
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|
Smirking, he reached down and positioned his cockhead
|
|
against the entrance to her abused pussy. She almost groaned with
|
|
relief as she pulled with her legs and felt his cock slide deep
|
|
within her. It hurt a bit, but the friction was lessened by the
|
|
large deposits of cum left behind by the earlier rapes. She
|
|
closed her eyes for a moment, blocking out the view; the
|
|
important thing was to protect Rupert!
|
|
"Let's go, whore." The man slapped her thigh, naked where
|
|
her shirt had ridden up her back.
|
|
Swallowing her revulsion, Lady Jane Greystone started to
|
|
fuck the frenchman. Using her lithe, muscular legs, she humped
|
|
herself up and down on his rigid cock, careful not to let it pop
|
|
loose from her pussy. Her arms began to ache, but she kept
|
|
pumping. After a few minutes, the frenchman began to breath
|
|
heavier. He brought up his hands and began to play with her
|
|
small, firm breasts through the torn material of her shirt.
|
|
"Faster," he ordered.
|
|
Conscious of the passing seconds, Jane obeyed. She didn't
|
|
know how much time she had left, but it couldn't be long. Sweat
|
|
dripped from her beautiful, aristocratic face as she increased
|
|
the pace of her movement, sliding her now sopping pussy up and
|
|
down on the frenchman's pole.
|
|
"Uh... uh..."
|
|
His cock made loud squelching sounds as it pumped in and out
|
|
of her pussy. The poacher's men heard the sound and laughed. One
|
|
of them began to imitate the sound, and a fresh wave of laughter
|
|
overtook the group. The frenchman grinned. "Time's running out,"
|
|
he told her, nodding towards Rupert. "Tell me how much you like
|
|
it; how you liked to be fucked. I like a foul mouthed whore."
|
|
Jane winced at his words, but the man's angry glance in
|
|
Rupert's direction convinced her to do what she was told. "I...
|
|
uh... I like it... I like to be... uh... to be f-fucked... uh...
|
|
uh..." Her moans of mock passion were interspersed with quiet
|
|
grunts her drove his cock into her. "I... uh... I... love..."
|
|
The frenchman grimaced. "You'll have to do better than that,
|
|
you english whore." He gestured to someone standing behind the
|
|
bound englishwoman. "If your boyfriend's life isn't enough..."
|
|
CRACK!
|
|
"Ahhh!!!"
|
|
The sudden sting of the belt on her naked, sweaty ass sent
|
|
the bound woman twisting and squirming in paroxysms of pain.
|
|
"No... please, I like it... I like fucking... uh... fucking
|
|
you... please... Ahh..." The belt landed again and again, sending
|
|
waves of pain through the woman's desperate, abused body. "Oh
|
|
yes... oh yesss... fuck me... ahhh..." Desperately, she redoubled
|
|
her efforts to make the poacher come, bouncing and twisting on
|
|
his cock like a madwoman. As she did so, a feeling began to grow
|
|
in her pussy.
|
|
"That's a proper slut," he panted, his prisoner's efforts at
|
|
last having an affect. "A real whore."
|
|
"Yes... oh, yes... I'm a proper slut... a whore..."
|
|
CRACK!
|
|
Her voice rose to a scream: "Ahhh... oh please... oh god, oh
|
|
god... please... uhh... please come..." All modesty forgotten,
|
|
the englishwoman bucked and writhed on the man's cock,
|
|
frantically bouncing it in and out of her aching pussy while
|
|
screaming like a lust crazed whore. "Please fuck me... uh...
|
|
uh... oh, yes... I'm a..."
|
|
CRACK!
|
|
"...ahhh... a slut... uh... uhh... a whore..."
|
|
Against her will, she began to feel a spark of lust growing
|
|
in her pussy. She fought against it, shamed to her core, but was
|
|
helpless as the frenchman's cock fanned the spark into a fire.
|
|
CRACK!
|
|
"Ahhh... oh yes... oh yes... oh god, yes..." Her passion, at
|
|
first feigned, became increasingly real. Eyes closed, she
|
|
imagined herself in Rupert's arms... touching Rupert's chest...
|
|
his warm, blue eyes looking into her's... "Oh yes... uh... uh...
|
|
please... please... ahh..."
|
|
"Merde!"
|
|
It was too much for the frenchman. He gripped her thighs and
|
|
jerked her captive, writhing body into his own, ramming his cock
|
|
as far as possible up her sluttish, spasming pussy. With a loud
|
|
groan, he stiffened and came, shooting ropes of hot, white cum
|
|
into her belly. Now frantic with lust, Jane jerked her body back
|
|
and forth in his bruising grip, desperately fighting to create
|
|
enough friction to send her over the edge. But it was no use. As
|
|
soon as he finished coming, the frenchman let go of her hips and
|
|
stepped away.
|
|
Reality struck her, driving the breath from her lungs as she
|
|
opened her eyes to see the poacher spit into the fire while he
|
|
did up his pants. Dazed, Jane hung by her wrists, staring at the
|
|
circle of black faces that surrounded her. What had happened to
|
|
her? What was that... that feeling? She choked back a sob as a
|
|
glob of warm cum trickled out of her pussy and dribbled down her
|
|
thigh.
|
|
The frenchman grinned at her with decaying teeth. "Now, my
|
|
men," he told her. "And be a good whore."
|
|
In seconds, the bonds on her wrists were cut and she was
|
|
flat on her back beside the fire with her legs spread. One of the
|
|
black men fell on top of her and, without delay, jammed his cock
|
|
into her sopping pussy. Confused, she lay there for a moment,
|
|
passively letting him pump his cock into her, but then the
|
|
frenchman's voice came from the darkness a few yards away:
|
|
"That's not how a whore behaves."
|
|
She turned her head to see him crouched beside Rupert, the
|
|
knife glinting in his hand.
|
|
Tears streamed down her face as she turned her attention to
|
|
the man lying on top of her. Choking back her shame and
|
|
revulsion, she wrapped her long legs around behind his body and
|
|
began to fuck back at him, raising her hips off the ground to
|
|
meet his frantic thrusts. The man laughed and brought his lips
|
|
down to hers.
|
|
She closed her eyes and tried to imagine Rupert.
|
|
"Whore."
|
|
Bringing her arms up around behind the man's head, she
|
|
opened her mouth and tasted his tongue...
|
|
|
|
**
|
|
|
|
Darkness.
|
|
Pain.
|
|
Light...
|
|
More pain...
|
|
Rupert Brooke slowly worked his way towards a pain-drenched
|
|
half consciousness. The jumbled recollections of the last few
|
|
moments before the pistol butt smashed the awareness from him
|
|
tumbled chaotically through his brain: lying on his cot,
|
|
thinking, as always, of Jane; the jungle going ominously silent;
|
|
the shots, the screams, feeling of helpless terror as he emerged
|
|
from his tent to see his men being slaughtered like...
|
|
Then another shot, close by... and a scream.
|
|
A woman's scream.
|
|
Jane!
|
|
Turning, running, falling... and then, finally, the guttural
|
|
laugh... the two black men grabbing him... a struggle... Jane...
|
|
and a split panic second peripheral glimpse of the pistol butt
|
|
flashing towards his temple...
|
|
Darkness...
|
|
Pain...
|
|
Rupert Brooke opened his eyes.
|
|
At first, everything was a muddled haze of colour and light
|
|
as his eyes slowly adjusted to the doomed, flickering radiance of
|
|
the fire. A group of black men were standing, watching something
|
|
going on beside the fire. He didn't recognize them. The
|
|
attackers. What were... Stifling a groan, the bound man struggled
|
|
to focus his gaze on the object of their attention.
|
|
Jane!
|
|
But what...
|
|
She was lying on the ground, well within the firelit circle
|
|
of illumination. She was on her back and seemed to be naked
|
|
except for the ripped cloth of a shirt which was bunched up
|
|
around her upper body. A man was on top of her; a black man! He
|
|
was propping himself up on his elbows while moving his hips...
|
|
while he was... Brooke's mind couldn't comprehend, couldn't find
|
|
the words to express what was happening in front of his eyes.
|
|
Jane?
|
|
While he watched with aching eyes, the englishwoman wrapped
|
|
her sweat-glistening legs around the black man and began to hump
|
|
her crotch up against him, riding his cock like an experienced
|
|
whore. "Ohh..." She let out a quiet moan of lust as the man
|
|
increased the force of his movement. "Oh yesss... uh...
|
|
lovely..." She reached around with her naked arms and pulled the
|
|
man's face down to her own. "Mmmmm..." To the englishman's
|
|
stunned senses, the kiss seemed to last forever, and the they
|
|
finally broke apart, their tongues were clearly visible, entwined
|
|
in the dull glow of the fire.
|
|
Jane?
|
|
"Ohhh... ah... ah... ah..."
|
|
The bound englishman watched, nauseated with horror as the
|
|
two lovers orgasmed simultaneously. The black man just grunted
|
|
and froze. The englishwoman let out a series of sluttish whimpers
|
|
as she bucked and writhed on his cock and then stiffened with a
|
|
loud cry, her back arching up off the ground. "Yesss..."
|
|
Done, the man pulled his cock out and crawled away.
|
|
Jane was given no respite. Another black man grabbed her by
|
|
her thick, auburn hair, jerked her to her knees and pulled her
|
|
down on top of him. The woman looked stunned for a moment, but
|
|
then realized what was expected of her and melted into the man's
|
|
arms. Grimacing slightly, she reached down with experienced
|
|
fingers, positioned the man's rigid cock as she wanted it, and
|
|
then slid down, slowly enveloping it in her pussy. "Ohhh... god,
|
|
yes." She paused for a moment when it was finally fully inside of
|
|
her, savouring the feeling. Then, with a quiet whimper, she began
|
|
to move her hips, sliding her pussy up and down on the man's
|
|
cockshaft.
|
|
"Yesss... yes... fuck me...."
|
|
Brooke felt himself - his heart - go numb as he listened to
|
|
her sluttish whining. Could this be the woman he loved? The woman
|
|
he'd asked to marry him? The woman who, the one time they had
|
|
made love, had insisted that the room be pitch black?
|
|
"Oh yess... uh... uh... fuck me hard..."
|
|
Just as the Brooke was certain that another word would drive
|
|
him mad, a second black man walked up in front of the moaning
|
|
englishwoman and stuck his cock in her face. She smiled. And, by
|
|
the flickering light, Brooke could plainly seen the crusty, dried
|
|
cum on her lips and chin. So it was no surprise when she reached
|
|
up with a free hand and guided the man's cock into her open
|
|
mouth. Her whimpers became obscure moans around the black flesh
|
|
of her gag, but Brooke had no difficulty identifying them for
|
|
what they were: the sounds of a bitch in heat. A whore plying her
|
|
trade. There was no fear, no innocence... only lust.
|
|
Unable to help himself, the englishman let out a cry of
|
|
anger and despair and began to struggle in his bonds. He heard
|
|
laughter behind him, and a sudden burst of pain in the back of
|
|
his head sent him tumbling back into not-unwelcome darkness.
|
|
Jane...
|
|
|
|
**
|
|
|
|
She fought back the urge to vomit as yet another load of
|
|
hot, sticky cum filled her mouth, bubbled up into her nose and
|
|
over her lips and, finally, slid down her throat. She'd coughed
|
|
up a load earlier, spewing it upwards all over her face and
|
|
breasts. A flurry of blows with the belt as well as the ever-
|
|
present threat to Rupert had spurred her to greater effort. Now,
|
|
more of less numb with the seemingly endless fucking and sucking,
|
|
she swallowed it down like a professional whore, all the time
|
|
begging and whining for more.
|
|
She had lost count of the number of men she had satisfied
|
|
with her body. Her world was a blur of firelight and shadow,
|
|
sweaty black bodies and hot, white cum. And cocks... an endless
|
|
supply of warm, sticky cocks for her to fondle and lick and kiss
|
|
and nuzzle and rub and, always, slide in and out of her loose,
|
|
sopping pussy. The squelching sound of the cocks as she bounced
|
|
and squirmed and gyrated her pussy up and down no longer
|
|
disgusted her; she was merely grateful for the lubrication. The
|
|
dark passion she'd felt earlier with the frenchman still
|
|
fluttered and flickered occasionally, but was pretty much non-
|
|
existent.
|
|
"Ahh... oh, yesss..."
|
|
The moans and whimpers had likewise become almost automatic.
|
|
The men seemed to like them - to require them - so she did it.
|
|
Every time a new cock slid into her, she'd squeal and let out a
|
|
deep groan, like a bitch in heat. Every time a new cock was
|
|
shoved into her face, she'd reach for it eagerly, moaning and
|
|
whimpering in mock anticipation. And, whenever she felt the cock
|
|
in her pussy start to pump cum, she'd increase the tempo of her
|
|
squealing until she herself cried out in fake ecstasy.
|
|
It was what they wanted.
|
|
So she did it.
|
|
Again and...
|
|
A commotion erupted at the other side of the camp. She was
|
|
so far lost in her daze of cocks and sperm and mock lust that she
|
|
didn't notice at first that something was happening. The
|
|
screams... the pounding of feet as men ran back and forth in and
|
|
out of the dim firelight... the cries and shouts... it wasn't
|
|
until someone actually discharged a rifle only a few yards away
|
|
from where she lay fucking that the englishwoman realized that
|
|
something was happening.
|
|
The man who had been fucking her pulled out, his still hard
|
|
cock momentarily attached to her pussy by a long trail of cum and
|
|
sweat. He tried to scramble to his feet, but something grabbed
|
|
him by from behind and slammed his face down hard into the packed
|
|
earth. Jane let out a scream as the large, hairy shape leaned
|
|
down, twisting the man's head and neck until there was a loud
|
|
snapping sound the man ceased screaming. The hairy creature let
|
|
out a triumphant cry and melted back into the shadows.
|
|
Shocked to awareness, Jane looked around the camp. Chaos
|
|
reigned. She couldn't see the frenchman, but his men were fleeing
|
|
in panic, shouting and screaming at the top of their lungs as
|
|
the... creatures fell upon them from the jungle shadows. In her
|
|
confused state, it took her a few moments to realize what they
|
|
were.
|
|
Her apes.
|
|
The subjects of her experiment.
|
|
Her proto-humans.
|
|
But what... what were they doing? They'd never acted like
|
|
this before. They had seemed so peaceful... so docile. Jane
|
|
stared, wide-eyed as one of her docile, peaceful creatures
|
|
wrapped its long, muscular arms around a poacher's chest and sunk
|
|
his teeth into the man's neck. The creature's victim kicked and
|
|
struggled wildly as his severed jugular spat gouts of dark blood
|
|
in a long arc into the fire, where it sizzled and spat.
|
|
Overwhelmed, she turned over and retched, coughing up mouthfuls
|
|
of cum and bile onto the packed earth. When her stomach stopped
|
|
heaving, she staggered to her feet and began to stagger towards
|
|
her tent.
|
|
It was a mistake.
|
|
One of the hairy figures looked up at her from where it had
|
|
been mauling a dead poacher. Growling, it dropped the broken body
|
|
and shambled over towards the frightened woman. She let out a
|
|
scream and broke into a half-run, but the creature easily closed
|
|
the distance. She tried to run, but stumbled over a body and
|
|
fell. Letting out an cry of atavistic triumph, the dark haired
|
|
half-ape caught up and stood over her. Her eyes went wide as the
|
|
animal grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her up off the
|
|
ground. It was one of the creatures she had been studying as part
|
|
of her experiment. She had spent the afternoon with him, being
|
|
with him... playing with him... communicating with...
|
|
Communicating!
|
|
The half-ape's teeth were inches from her bare neck when she
|
|
had gathered her wits enough to let out a high, piercing cry, a
|
|
greeting sound. The animal stopped, closed its mouth and looked
|
|
at her. Encouraged - she wasn't going to die! - she did it again.
|
|
Then again. The creature looked puzzled, but, after an eternity,
|
|
gave an answering scream and let go of her shoulder. Almost
|
|
fainting with relief, the englishwoman pulled herself up until
|
|
she stood in a hunched over position. She began making quiet
|
|
grunts and squeals, doing her best to imitate the normal vocal
|
|
sounds of the half-apes, using all the knowledge she'd gained in
|
|
two weeks of living and trying to communicate with them. It
|
|
seemed to be working. The half-ape moved back a couple of feet
|
|
and seemed to calm down a bit. The madness left its eyes.
|
|
Still grunting, the englishwoman began to shuffle away,
|
|
moving awkwardly towards her tent. She'd covered only half the
|
|
distance when she felt the creature's heavy, long-fingered hand
|
|
on her shoulder, pushing her downward. She let out a loud squeal,
|
|
doing her best to sound like one of the half-apes, but that only
|
|
seemed to encourage it. Forced down by the pressure on her
|
|
shoulder, Jane dropped to her hands and knees, still grunting and
|
|
squealing desperately. It wasn't until the creature dropped its
|
|
weight onto her back and she felt something warm and fleshy
|
|
rubbing against her thigh that she realized what was happening.
|
|
Two hours - a lifetime - ago, she wouldn't have been capable of
|
|
interpreting the creature's actions, but her recent experiences
|
|
had given her that capacity.
|
|
The creature was trying to fuck her.
|
|
She let out a horrified, very human scream and tried to
|
|
scuttle away on her hands and knees. The half-ape just growled,
|
|
pinning her with its weight, and she felt hot breath on her neck
|
|
as its fangs scraped her shoulder. Jane immediately stopped
|
|
trying to escape and let out a series of squeals and grunts.
|
|
Mollified, the creature stopped growling, but stayed on top of
|
|
her. She felt its penis, larger than that of most apes, but still
|
|
smaller than a human's penis, sliding along the inside of her
|
|
thighs, leaving a warm trail of fluid. She bit her lip, trying
|
|
not to scream as the creature pumped its hips back and forth,
|
|
trying... trying...
|
|
It finally found the right angle, and the half-ape's cock
|
|
slid easily into her sopping pussy. The englishwoman let out a
|
|
quiet grunt at the insertion, but didn't try to escape. The
|
|
important thing was to survive. The shame and humiliation were
|
|
great, but it didn't really hurt; her pussy was already slack and
|
|
swampy with spent cum, and it was better than being mauled.
|
|
Anxious to keep the half-ape calm, she continued to emit guttural
|
|
grunts and squeals. Maybe it would come quickly and leave her
|
|
alone. She gazed longingly at her tent, only a few yards distant.
|
|
On top of her, the half-ape began to piston its cock
|
|
brutally back and forth inside of her. Jane dropped her head and
|
|
braced herself against the onslaught; how long could the creature
|
|
last? Still grunting like one of the half-apes, she closed her
|
|
eyes and tried desperately to ignore what was happening to her
|
|
body: the musky, animal smell of the creature... the feel of its
|
|
thick, matted fur through her torn shirt... the line of drool
|
|
which dripped from the creature's mouth and left a glistening
|
|
trail down her naked shoulder... its long, hard cock, sliding in
|
|
and out... in and out... in and out...
|
|
With a start, she realized that she was pushing her ass back
|
|
against the creature's cock... fucking it back. Not satisfied,
|
|
the dark lust which had been present in her body during the
|
|
earlier rapes began to burn in her pussy. The half-ape's thrusts,
|
|
crude as they were, were having an effect. Her traitor body,
|
|
making no distinction between a man's cock and the creature's
|
|
cock, was responding.
|
|
"Nooo..."
|
|
A wave of horror and shame swept through her as she realized
|
|
what was happening, but she couldn't help herself. Her body was
|
|
doing what it had to do in order to survive.
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"Ahhh... ugh... ugh..." Her atavistic grunts slowly turned
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to pants of lust as she pumped back harder and harder, forcing
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the creature's cock as far as possible into her hungry pussy. It
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just wasn't long enough! Breathing heavily, she spread her legs a
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little further and fucked back against the creature as hard as
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she could.
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END PART TWO
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LADY JANE GREYSTONE'S REMARKABLE EXPERIMENT
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3/3
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By Parker
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Rupert Brooke awoke to a nightmare.
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Bodies littered the camp.
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Half-apes, the very creatures he had been living among and
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studying with Jane, their black fur matted and sticky with gore,
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shambled about like darkest Africa made flesh and bone.
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And Jane, the woman he loved, was braced on her hands and
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knees, her head thrown back and eyes wild with lust as one of the
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creatures brutally fucked his cock in and out of her from behind.
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The female scientist was emitting high pitched squeals of lust as
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the creature pounded away at her, thrusting her hips back against
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it in desperate, sluttish heat. As he watched, her squeals began
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to come faster and faster... matching the thrusts of her bestial
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lover...
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CRACK!
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A gunshot split the night. The creatures froze in place for
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a moment and then melted away into the jungle shadows. As though
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they had never been.
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"Nooo..."
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The creature fucking Jane had pulled away, to the woman's
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evident distress. Brooke watched, helpless with disgust and
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horror, as the half-ape gathered the englishwoman under one hairy
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arm and carried her off into the pitch darkness. He tried to
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yell... to do something, anything, but a sudden wave of pain and
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nausea pulled him down into his own darkness.
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***
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Silence.
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Then: "My god, man," Buckman muttered drunkenly. "You don't
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expect us to believe that, do you? Preposterous!" The other two
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listeners looked equally doubtful.
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Reid smiled. "Oh no," he answered. "I certainly wouldn't
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expect you to believe it. Not without proof." He reached over to
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the wall and pulled twice on a bell rope. "Which," he told them,
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"is exactly what I've arranged."
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A set of double doors opened on the other side of the room.
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"Good lord!"
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With a quiet rumble, a large cage was wheeled into the
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dining room by a group of short, dark men. The men, African
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pygmies, were dressed in some sort of traditional finery,
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complete with brightly coloured loincloths, flashing jewellery
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and feathered headdresses. They each carried long sticks, almost
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spears, and were chanting quietly as they pushed the cage towards
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the stunned englishmen.
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It was, however, the contents of the cage which captured the
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men's attention after the first few moments. It contained a
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woman. A white woman. She was half-crouched against the back of
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the enclosure, her white-knuckled hands gripping the bars, but
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they could make out her features well enough.
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It was, of course, Lady Jane Greystone.
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But a much changed Lady Jane Greystone.
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Gone was the haughty manner and sharp intelligence that had
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so scandalized english academia over much of the last decade.
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Gone was the keen wit and sharp tongue that had dissected many a
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preconception. In its place was a scared, scarred, confused
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creature, huddling pathetically in its cage.
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And her appearance...
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Her face still retain much of its former aristocratic
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beauty, but it had been fitted with some exotic jewellery. A
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large, golden ring hung down from her nose. It was attached by
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two short, slender chains to what appeared to be a pair of silver
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studs fitted halfway up her tongue. As a result of this
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arrangement, she was unable to pull her tongue all the way back
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into her mouth. It hung out from between her lips, causing a thin
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line of drool to trickle permanently down her chin. Two, smaller
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rings through her lower lip completed the facial jewellery.
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And that was the least of the changes. Her long, auburn hair
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had been weaved into dozens of thick strands, and those strands
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were threaded through brightly coloured beads. They stuck out in
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all directions, giving her a wild, unearthly look. Her ears had
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been pierced numerous times, and a number of large golden hoops
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dangled down and were themselves attached to long strings of bead
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which trailed down her body.
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And she was naked.
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The pygmies pushed the cage into place a few yards away from
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the table and stopped chanting. A few of the pygmies left the
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room as Jane shifted uneasily in her cage. The men gawked in
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amazement as the small bells attached to the golden rings through
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her nipples tinkled merrily.
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"Gentlemen," Reid said expansively, standing and walking
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over to the cage, "I give you Her Ladyship, Jane Greystone,
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recently returned from a most successful expedition into Africa
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to locate proof of Mr. Darwin's theory of evolution." The
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creature in the cage - the woman - looked up at Reid as he spoke.
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Recognition dawned in her face, but the flash of hope was quickly
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wiped away as Reid turned and gestured for another cage to be
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pulled into the room.
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"Oouuww... oouuwww..."
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Unable to pull her tongue into her mouth, the woman's cries
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of protest were unintelligible howls. Again and again, she threw
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herself against the bars of her cage, thrusting her bronzed,
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naked arms out towards the men sitting at the table while her
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nipple bells tinkled.
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Imploring... begging for help.
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None was forthcoming.
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The men just sat there, stunned into silence as a second,
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larger cage was pulled into the room. It contained a creature
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which could only have been one of the half-apes they had recently
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heard described. It was a disturbing sight: certainly ape-like in
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general appearance, but without the low sloping forehead and
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prominent chin. And its eyes... the englishmen shifted
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uncomfortably as the creature's eyes slid over them. Looking at
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them. There was a strange glint of... of something.
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Intelligence?
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The half-ape turned its attention to the imprisoned
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englishwoman as the two cages were fitted together and locked in
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place with large clamps. With the ease of long practice, the
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pygmies unfastened the interior walls and pulled out a section of
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bars.
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The two cages were now one.
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"Oouuwww... ouuwww... weeethee..." Panicked, Lady Jane
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continued to howl unintelligibly as the half-ape shambled towards
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her. One of the pygmies shouted something at her, but she ignored
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him, still clinging to the bars of her cage. The man shouted
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again. "Oouuwww... oouuwww..."
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When he saw that his words were having no effect, the small
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man grabbed a long switch from one of the other pygmies and began
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whipping the woman through the bars.
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"I say..." Buckman was halfway to his feet before Reid
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grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back down. More than a little
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intoxicated, the bearded academic fell back without a struggle.
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"I'll continue my story," Reid said, pouring his friend
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another drink. The pygmy continued to whip the sobbing woman
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while Reid spoke: "After Brooke told me his tale, I was
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sceptical, but I began keeping my ear to the ground for any news,
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any evidence whatsoever, which would support his story. I had
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almost disregarded the entire tale as a feverish delusion when I
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learned of a new... 'exhibit' making the rounds of certain
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establishments in the south of France."
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The sobbing woman finally gave in. Letting go of the bars,
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she crouched down on all fours and crawled towards the half-ape
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as her breasts swayed and tinkled beneath her. While Reid spoke,
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the men watched, half in horror, half in lust, as she reached
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over and, still snuffling, began to stroke the creature's penis.
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The half-ape growled menacingly, but she emitted a quiet squeal
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and it calmed down. When its penis grew hard, she leaned forward
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and took it in her mouth, careful to avoid the slender chains
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which linked her nose ring to her tongue. The half-ape let out a
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quiet cooing sound as the woman sucked...
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"I investigated, and quickly discovered that the exhibit
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did, indeed, involve our Lady Jane. A certain Belgian, who shall
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remain nameless, had discovered her quite accidentally about a
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year ago. His hunting party came across a large pack of these
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animals in the Congo. His men slaughtered most of them, and
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captured the remainder as curiosities. To his surprise, he
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discovered a white women living among them as one of them."
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After about thirty seconds of avid sucking, the englishwoman
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pulled her mouth from the half-ape's now rigid cock, moaning as a
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trail of spittle dribbled down onto her chest. Mortified, she
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glanced over at the table, but saw no help there; no sympathy.
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The men were watching with lust; nothing more. Letting out a
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quiet whimper of despair, she turned around on all fours so that
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she was facing the table with her ass presented to the half-ape.
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Tears trickled down her face as she let out a series of high
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pitched squeals and wiggled her ass. The half-ape answered them
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with a low grunting sound and began pushing his groin against her
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proffered ass. Grunting like an animal, the englishwoman reached
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down between her legs, grasped the creature's cock and guided it
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into her pussy with experienced ease.
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"His expedition was not a success, and our Belgian fell upon
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hard times soon afterward. So, immediately upon reaching
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Marsaillies, he sold the apes to the circus. I am reliably
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informed that Jane had been most 'uncooperative' on the voyage
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from Africa, so she was included in the transaction. The circus
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people put her and the creatures into the care of a group of
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pygmies that had been travelling with the circus, and, with a few
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cosmetic changes, mostly to stop her from speaking, she quickly
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became 'The Wild Woman of the Dark Continent'. By day, she was
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exhibited in a freak show. By night..." He gestured at the cage.
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"She put on a different kind of show."
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One of the pygmies began beating a small drum in time with
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the half-ape's crude thrusts. The small Africans began to chant
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and move slowly around the cage, half-dancing, half-walking in
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time with the drum. The three englishmen look startled, but Reid
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reassured them: "Oh, it's part of the show." The half-ape let out
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a guttural cry and began to pump harder and faster. The tempo of
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the dancing and chanting followed his pace, and the pygmies began
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to move faster and faster.
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Inside the cage, Lady Jane Greystone's aristocratic face was
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flushed red and glistening with sweat as she fucked her ass back
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against the creature. A thin line of spittle drooled out of her
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open mouth down to the cage floor as she braced herself with one
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hand against the bars of the cage and used the other to stimulate
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herself, first by rubbing and scratching her naked breasts and
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then sliding it down between her legs. All the while, she kept
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screeching and squealing in the guttural tones of the half-ape,
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matching him thrust for thrust as her obvious passion grew. Eyes
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closed, she seemed to forget where she was - forget *who* she was
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-and lose herself in lust. Her passion continued to build along
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with that of her bestial lover. The pair moved increasingly
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faster and the music likewise rose in volume and tempo. Finally,
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the half-ape grabbed her hips, ground his crotch against her ass
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and let out a wild cry of pleasure. Lady Jane frantically humped
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her ass back against his hips as best she could for a few moments
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and then she too let out a loud scream of pleasure, grovelling
|
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sluttishly on the floor of the cage as she came. The pygmies, who
|
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had stopped dancing when the half-ape stopped moving, let out
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whoops and cries, laughing and celebrating as the englishwoman
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twitched and spasmed in orgasm, impaled on the half-ape's cock.
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"Ahh... ahh..."
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The men were silent for a few moments, mesmerized as Lady
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Jane panted and twitched in the cage, her orgasm running its
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course. The half-ape let go of her hips, and she fell, limp and
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soaking to the floor of her cage. Using their long sticks, the
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pygmies forced the creature into its own cage and inserted the
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bars. In moments, the half-ape was being wheeled away.
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Reid looked at his friends.
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"My god..." The men were stunned. "That was..."
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"Perfect!" Lord Fleming burst out, erupting into laughter.
|
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"Bloody perfect." Reid relaxed slightly as Buckman and Warrington
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joined the fat Lord in laughter. The pygmies soon joined in, and
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the whole room rang with mirth. "A perfect vocation for the
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little hellcat," Lord Fleming continued, still chuckling. "She
|
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wanted to prove that ape's could be human beings... now she's
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proved that human beings, or at least women, can be apes." A
|
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fresh wave of laughter swept the room.
|
|
As it died down, Buckman glanced appraisingly at the caged
|
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englishwoman. "I say, Reid," he ventured, slurring his words.
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"You don't suppose that we could... I mean..."
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"But of course," Reid told him, gesturing at the pygmies.
|
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"That's what she's here for. As of last month, that 'service'
|
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forms part of her show."
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"Ha..." Lord Fleming got to his feet, heaving his massive
|
|
bulk out of his padded chair. "In that case, gentlemen, I'll
|
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claim privilege of rank."
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"But of course, your Lordship," Reid laughed.
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The fat englishman got up and walked towards the cage where
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the pygmies, who knew what was coming next, opened the side of
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the enclosure. Inside, Lady Jane looked up with a mixture of
|
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terror and despair in her eyes, but didn't try to pull away. She
|
|
too knew well what was going to happen. Lord Fleming came to a
|
|
halt immediately in front of her. Choking back a sob, she reached
|
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up with a trembling hand and began to unfasten the fat Lord's
|
|
belt.
|
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"Well trained little monkey, isn't she?" the man bellowed.
|
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A tear ran down her face, but she didn't flinch. When the
|
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man's rigid cock finally popped free, she immediately swallowed
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it into her mouth between the slender chains and started running
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her pierced lips up and down. Lord Fleming grabbed the side of
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the cage, steadying himself as his breathing grew heavier. "I
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say," he grunted, "those rings in her lips are... effective."
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After a few moments, Jane pulled her mouth off his cock, turned
|
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around and presented her rear end to him, just as she had done
|
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for the half-ape. Letting out a groan of pleasure, the english
|
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Lord stepped forward and sank his fat cock into the waiting
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pussy. Jane gasped in pain - the man's cock was much larger than
|
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that of the half-ape - but otherwise didn't react. Grunting with
|
|
effort, he began to piston his hips.
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Outside the cage, the pygmies began to beat their drums and
|
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chant, just as they had when Lady Jane was being fucked by the
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half-ape. Fleming looked surprised for a moment, but then
|
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grinned. He threw back his head and let out a wild cry, imitating
|
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that of the creature. The englishmen laughed as the pygmies
|
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began to dance around the cage. "Well," Fleming bellowed,
|
|
slapping Jane on the ass, "let's hear it. You were loud enough
|
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for the animal." The englishwoman groaned, but did as ordered: in
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a few moments, she was grunting and squealing like a half-ape
|
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while the english Lord, also grunting and squealing, fucked her
|
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from behind. The three men watched from the table as Lord Fleming
|
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rammed his cock faster and faster into the woman's pussy until,
|
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finally, he stiffened and came.
|
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Without ceremony, he stepped back and stuffed his cock back
|
|
into his pants. "Capital," he chuckled, walking over to the table
|
|
and downing a full glass of whisky, "Absolutely first rate." He
|
|
looked at the other men. "Who's next?"
|
|
Without a word, William Buckman got to his feet and strode
|
|
over to the cage. "Good man," Fleming encouraged him. The
|
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academic stumbled drunkenly at the edge of the cage, but caught
|
|
himself on the bars. Fleming led the other two men in laughter
|
|
and applause as the caged woman reached wearily for Buckman's
|
|
pants. They called out encouragement as Buckman's penis received
|
|
the obligatory oral attention and then was plunged into the
|
|
woman's sopping pussy. "I say," Fleming laughed as the pygmies
|
|
began to dance and chant, "that does look like good fun." The
|
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english Lord stumbled drunkenly to his feet and began to dance
|
|
with the pygmies, tentatively at first, but then with increasing
|
|
abandon. Reid couldn't stop laughing at the sight of the fat,
|
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drunken Lord, cavorting wildly around the cage, crudely imitating
|
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the movements of the much smaller, grinning pygmies.
|
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In a few moments, Buckman was done.
|
|
Reid looked over at Arch-Bishop Warrington.
|
|
"Why..." The clergyman looked more than a little drunk, but
|
|
had a determined glint in his eye. "I do believe I will have...
|
|
have a go..."
|
|
"That's the spirit," Fleming called. The Lord had grabbed
|
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the sated Buckman from where he was standing, his softening cock
|
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still buried in Lady Jane's pussy, and had dragged him into the
|
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dance circle. "Have at her." The Arch-Bishop staggered into the
|
|
cage and the dancing began again. Reid watched, grinning
|
|
delightedly, as Jane crawled over the service the tall clergyman
|
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while the pygmies, joined by an enthusiastic Lord Fleming and a
|
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drunken, stumbling William Buckman danced wildly around the cage.
|
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The dance picked up momentum as the clergyman anxiously pumped
|
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his bony hips against the englishwoman's naked ass. Jane kept her
|
|
eyes downward during the rape, but was obediently squealing and
|
|
grunting as she had for the others. Caught up in the spirit of
|
|
things, the clergyman began to howl madly as he plunged his penis
|
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into the woman's pussy. The tempo increased... the drum beat and
|
|
chanting got louder and louder... and faster and faster... the
|
|
dancers spun around the cage, yelling and singing in a wild
|
|
frenzy... Warrington howled and howled... until, finally, the
|
|
clergyman let out a groan and pulled back. His cock sprung free,
|
|
sending gouts of sticky white cum all over Jane's lower back and
|
|
ass. The dancers, exhausted and sweaty, let out cries of their
|
|
own and then collapsed to the floor.
|
|
Silence...
|
|
Except for the quiet sobbing of the caged woman...
|
|
"Did I mention," Reid called out a few moments later,
|
|
breaking the silence, "that she was pregnant?"
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|
"Really?" Fleming and Warrington looked up from where they
|
|
lay, exhausted, on the floor. "Do you mean..."
|
|
"I do," Reid answered, grinning. "By the creature. It
|
|
happened before she began... 'associating' with the clientele."
|
|
"Hah!" The fat Lord let out a bellow of laughter and lowered
|
|
his head to the floor. "You did say the experiment was a
|
|
success."
|
|
Reid grinned. "I did, your Lordship. If these creatures can
|
|
procreate with human females..." He left the thought unspoken.
|
|
Warrington frowned...
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|
**
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|
"Well, gentlemen."
|
|
The cage had been closed and wheeled out of the room. The
|
|
four englishmen, three of them still pink with sweat and
|
|
exertion, were walking down the stairs into the entrance hall.
|
|
Lord Fleming had his beefy arm around Buckman's shoulder and was
|
|
helping the drunken academic navigate the steps. Arch-Bishop
|
|
Warrington walked behind them, followed closely by Reid. "I trust
|
|
the evening's entertainment made up for my tardiness."
|
|
"Indeed it did," Fleming answered. "More than made up, I
|
|
should say. You've been an admirable host."
|
|
At the bottom of the stairs, the servant helped the guests
|
|
into their overcoats and then held the door open for them.
|
|
Fleming and Buckman went out first, the fat Lord calling goodbye
|
|
for the both of them.
|
|
The aging clergyman turned as he reached the door and looked
|
|
back at his friend. "Gerald," he said, his face clenched with
|
|
worry and, perhaps, doubt. "I trust you will see to the
|
|
destruction of that woman's notebook and all evidence of her
|
|
studies. And of her current... condition."
|
|
Reid raised his eyebrows. "Destruction?" he asked. "Whatever
|
|
for?"
|
|
"I..." Warrington looked away. "If people were to learn of
|
|
what she found in Africa... or what has happened to her since...
|
|
well, it might support those who espouse Darwin's hateful monkey
|
|
theory. And Mr. Darwin cannot be correct. If it becomes common
|
|
knowledge that she became... pregnant with one of these
|
|
creatures..." The clergyman fell silent for a moment, shifting
|
|
uncomfortably, and then looked his friend in the eye. "People
|
|
might think the creature is human... that it has a soul... it
|
|
would undermine everything the Church stands for. It is an
|
|
animal, and animals do not have souls." He looked away anxiously.
|
|
"Human beings," he said simply, "are not animals."
|
|
Reid nodded solemnly. "I understand. You may rest assured
|
|
that the notebook will be consigned to the flames before morning;
|
|
Lady Jane and her 'lover' will soon be on the boat back to
|
|
Africa, where the circus is booked for an extended period. You
|
|
have my word."
|
|
The clergyman smiled briefly and then slipped outside into
|
|
the night.
|
|
Reid couldn't help but laugh as the Arch-Bishop disappeared
|
|
from view. The Church... souls... surely it was all a jest.
|
|
Still smiling, the englishman turned and walked swiftly up the
|
|
stairs. Maybe, he thought to himself, there was time for one more
|
|
go with that bitch Jane before she was shipped off for her next
|
|
performance.
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**
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|
Back in the entrance hall, the servant swung the door shut
|
|
behind the final guest and threw the heavy, metal bolt. Then,
|
|
with an ease borne of long experience, he removed the glass cover
|
|
from the candle and snuffed out the light.
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THE END
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