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Zoo Work-Experience
by Lord John Thomas (lord_john_thomas@hotmail.com)

***

This story tells of how ignoring one or two basic 
safety rules, could have led to a young girl into 
getting injured or even killed whilst attending a work-
experience program at a local zoo. But as it was, she 
wasn't injured, but ended-up getting raped by Apes! 
(MMf, nc, rp, 1st, beast)

***

All of my stories include descriptions of sex scenes 
that could cause offence to some people. Please do not 
read this story if you are offended by perverse sexual 
material, or if you are under the legal age of consent 
for your own country. These stories are pure fiction 
and are not based on anyone living or deceased

I don't know if school children in America have the 
same system as we do here in the UK. Towards the end of 
the last term at school, we select a work placement 
that we think might interest us as a job when we leave 
school. We then attend that employment for a two week 
period instead of school, to enable our job choice 
before we have actually left school. I have always been 
interested in animals, and a placement at the local zoo 
really grabbed my attention. My name is Virginia, I am 
a small slightly built blond girl, and I had my 
sixteenth birthday only a month before my job 
experience.

The two weeks seamed to pass by in a flash, and I was 
now on the last afternoon of my last day, I had 
thoroughly enjoyed myself the whole time. The idea of 
the scheme is that you should work alongside a regular 
worker, and not be left unsupervised. 

However today when I arrived; there was a shortage of 
staff due to a virus that was going around. I had been 
working with the baboons for the past three days, and 
at the morning briefing, I suggested that I felt 
confident enough to cope with the day's duties on my 
own. I was trying to impress in order that I might get 
offered a permanent position when I left school. As 
they were in real difficulties, the supervisor agreed, 
on condition that one of the fulltime staff called to 
check that I was alright at regular intervals.

The day had gone well, it was 5:00 pm, we were into the 
last hour, Pete (the regular worker who was checking me 
each hour) had just left, saying,

"Meet you in the briefing room at six." 

As this was my last day I was going down the local pub 
to have a drink with a gang of the workers, and we were 
meeting at 6:00 pm when the zoo closed. All that was 
left for me to do to finish the day, was to put the 
food that I had already prepared, into the empty indoor 
enclosure. At 5:30 a bell would sound to tell the 
visitors to the zoo that we were due to close. This was 
also the signal to open the door from the outside 
enclosure, to the inside. The animals got used to this 
signal, and as soon as they heard the bell they would 
automatically make there way inside to get to the food. 
Once counted-in, I had to collect the water bowls from 
the outside enclosure, put them into soak overnight, 
and I was out'a here.

There was always a rush to get to the three showers in 
the women's changing rooms, and it could sometimes be 
6:30 before you got your turn. I wanted to be away on 
time tonight, so I had worked out a plan to beat the 
rush. I had put the food ready in the inside enclosure, 
and I had fifteen minutes until I had to let the 
baboons in. My last job of collecting the bowls would 
not get me messed up or smelly, so off I dashed to the 
showers. I hurriedly had a shower, got dried, put on my 
clean bra, I was searching in my bag for my knickers 
when I heard the feeding bell. 

I thought, "Blow it I'll get my knickers when I come 
back."

Grabbing the nearest clean overall coat, I put it on 
and ran back to the baboon house.

I dashed straight through the food preparation room, 
and reached up to the enclosure door control panel; the 
baboons were crowded around the door fighting each 
other to get in and they were all getting very 
agitated. I pressed the button to open the gate and 
started counting them in. They were coming-in in such a 
rush that counting was impossible. Even when they were 
inside they were chasing around wildly, so I just give 
up counting. I assumed they must all be in, and closed 
the ape's enclosure door.

I now opened my door from the feeding room to the 
outside enclosure. I went outside, closing the door and 
wedged it with a log. Now this door had a very 
complicated locking system to prevent the baboons from 
opening it from the outside enclosure. The problem was 
that it was too complicated, and so difficult to open 
that the permanent keeper that I had been working with, 
didn't bother to use it. He had showed me how to wedge 
a wooden log between the outside wall and the door, as 
he said.

"You aren't going to be out here if the baboons are in 
the enclosure, so why they bother with that stupid lock 
beats me."

I ran across the enclosure gathering the drinking 
bowls, the overall coat that I had grabbed wasn't mine 
and was about ten sizes too big. It bellowed in the 
slight breeze like a tent as I ran, and the draught 
reminded me that I hadn't got any knickers or skirt on 
under the coat. I picked up the last bowl, turned 
around to return to the feeding room, and what I saw 
froze me to the spot. 

Halfway across the enclosure were two adolescent males, 
coming towards me at full speed. I dropped the bowls 
and ran, not to anywhere, just away from the apes. Next 
second I was rolling across the ground, where one of 
the baboons had bounded onto my back and knocked me 
flying. He was coming at me again, I curled into a 
ball. THUD. I was sent bowling over again.

"GET INTO THE SUBMISSIVE POSITION. QUICKLY BEFORE HE 
HITS YOU AGAIN."

One of the keepers was shouting at me from the fence at 
the outside of the enclosure. 

"The submissive position?" I thought. Yes we were told 
about this on our first day, but I never thought I 
would ever put it into practice. If being attacked, 
don't run under any circumstances. Always go down on 
your knees, head and shoulders to the floor, with 
elbows tucked in and hands on the back of the head. 
This is the position that all apes use to signal that 
they are yielding to a superior, and are no threat to 
him. It normally calms down the aggressor, and ends any 
attack.

THUD. Again I was bowling over, but this time I rolled 
into the other baboon, who lashed out, ripping my coat 
open. I rolled up onto my knees, got my head right down 
and clasped my hands around the back of my head as 
tight as possible. One baboon came across and punched 
me in the side of my ribs. It winded me, but I managed 
to stay in the kneeling position, with my bottom up. 
The baboons were suddenly calmed down, and now just 
seamed inquisitive, poking, sniffing and prodding me. I 
could hear the keeper on the outside of the enclosure 
shouting for someone to get the tranquiliser gun, and 
for others to go around to the enclosure entrance to 
divert the baboon's attention.

It would be a long way to run to get the gun from the 
main office, where it was kept. They would then have to 
run all the way back around the enclosure to the 
entrance. This was the entrance that I had wedged shut 
with the log. But they weren't going to know this, 
until they got there. Only then would they realise that 
they couldn't get in. All of this would take at least 
another four or five minutes. Meanwhile, my ripped 
overall coat gave the baboons, and the now gathering 
crowd, clear visibility of my lower end. The baboons 
were squabbling over who was the main man out of the 
two of them. 

Normally the big dominant male wouldn't let either of 
them get anywhere near any female. But as he was now 
locked in the inside enclosure, this was their chance. 
They must have realised that I was female, by there 
prodding and sniffing. I looked back under my own body; 
I could see both of them had pink pricks sticking out 
of their sheaths. One grabbed my leg and pulled me 
sideways, I didn't fall, but before I could bring my 
other leg across to close the gap, the other baboon was 
on my back.

I had thought that I had seen a little pink prick 
sticking out, but within seconds it was growing inside 
me, as he pounded away. I was a true virgin, and this 
was a rude awakening. He was ramming me like it was his 
first fuck, and all his birthdays had come at once. I 
was in extreme pain, but that didn't stop me getting 
aroused. I hadn't got a clue what to expect, but 
feelings were welling up inside me, and my cries of 
pain were turning into cries or gasps of pleasure. In 
no time at all, I felt his hot cum squirting inside me. 
When he slipped out, he was still squirting all over, 
as he run around like an excited child. I didn't know 
what an orgasm was, so I didn't know I hadn't had one. 

I was still gasping and moaning when baboon number two 
got mounted, it went in easier than the first one. 
Although just as big, this time there was less pain, 
and the pleasure started immediately. I was soon 
pushing back onto him as fast as he was thrusting into 
me. When I felt his hot load pumping up, I was treated 
to my first orgasm. How do you describe it? There isn't 
anything that I have experienced, either before or 
since that you can compare it to. All I know is that as 
he slipped out of my cunt, I rolled over and over 
writhing about uncontrollably.

This was a big mistake, as quickly as they had 
previously calmed down, they now got aggressive again. 
One of them grabbed hold of me by the sleeve of my 
coat, dragging me across the ground. My overall ripped 
into two pieces, and left me with only one arm in a 
sleeve of half an overall. I quickly got back into the 
submissive position, with my bum up in the air, and was 
instantly mounted, by which one I don't know (not that 
it matters). I was obviously getting used to this by 
now, as I was soon pumping in unison with him. 

"TRY YOUR BEST TO KEEP AS STILL AS POSSIBLE. I'M GOING 
TO TRY TO TRANQUILISE HIM."

I could hear the keeper's voice shouting from the 
perimeter fence. I looked across; he was stood at the 
top of a ladder leaned against the fence with a rifle 
in his hands. I froze, praying that he would hit the 
baboon and not me.

WHACK. The dart thudded into the baboon, he let out a 
yelp. But it didn't stop him fucking. He kept pumping 
away as though nothing had happened, and it was lasting 
a lot longer this time. Then I heard another WHACK. 
This time it was the other baboon that yelped, as he 
scampered away across the enclosure. Back to my baboon. 
He was still going strong, fucking away as if the dart 
was having no effect. 

I could now tell the signs, and knew I was building for 
another rush of emotion and spasms. I wasn't 
disappointed; the ape shot his second load and I arched 
my back high as he pumped the fluid up deep into my 
virgin cunt. His motion stopped, and I felt a dead 
weight bearing down on me, I collapsed to the floor 
face down, with him still inside. His prick was 
gradually shrinking and slipping out. Then I felt him 
being lifted off me by two keepers who had scaled the 
fence, using ladders.

I was carried back inside, and laid on a stretcher. 
They draped a blanket over me, and carried me to the 
medical room. In the medical room, I was examined by 
three of the head keepers. They were all male, only one 
of which was responsible for first aid. They had my 
legs wide open as they poked and prodded, and 
eventually they cleaned me up. I was then read the riot 
act, and told how lucky I had been.

"They could have ripped you to shreds, you're lucky you 
weren't killed. You know you should NEVER go into the 
enclosure until every one of the baboons has been 
counted-in. And what do you think you were doing 
wedging the door; there was no way we could get in to 
rescue you. And lastly you were told the zoo rules 
about underwear, when not wearing jeans. I can't 
imagine what you were playing at, no wonder they got 
aroused, you know they've got an acute sense of smell." 

They were right, it had been explained to me, that you 
count the baboons back inside to make sure the 
enclosure is empty. 

The wedging of the door open, was as I've already said, 
not my idea, but they didn't want to hear that. 

And we were told that it is preferred that even female 
staff wear jeans. But if we decided to wear a skirt, or 
if overall coats are worn without wearing jeans then 
the zoo provide special knickers made in a tough 
material, with elastic round the legs. Definitely not 
sexy, very rough on the skin, and they made you sweat. 

In the hot weather most of the girls just wore the 
overall coat over their bra and knickers, otherwise it 
was too hot. None of them ever wore the special 
knickers that were provided. The reason for these 
special knickers had tactfully been explained when I 
first started at the zoo. They'd told us, that when 
working with chimps and some of the less aggressive 
monkeys, wearing these cast iron knickers prevented 
accidental injuries.

In short the keepers said that what had happened to me, 
was entirely my own fault. They even suggested I could 
even be prosecuted for not following the safety 
procedures. They said they may even have to bill my 
parents, for the value of the two baboons, if they 
don't recover from the anaesthetic. They said, with 
this on my record I had no chance of a job, here or any 
where else. 

I kept saying how sorry I was, and asked if there was 
anything I could do to put things right. Well I suppose 
your young, and you've learned your lesson. Up until 
this mistake you've shown a lot off promise, and it 
would be a pity to spoil such a promising career. If we 
were to keep it quiet and not report your mistakes, we 
would all be in trouble if anyone finds out. 

"What are you prepared to do to make it worth our 
while?"

It was obvious that they were all aroused by what they 
had just witnessed, and giving me an examination hadn't 
helped. 

"What do you mean?"

"Well what about a little feel?"

Asked one man.

"I thought that was what you'd just done to me."

"You're not very cooperative are you? We might as well 
make the report out now," he snapped.

"No don't do that, I'll lay back and let you play with 
me," I said apologetically. They'd been poking around 
already, so I didn't think it was worth making a fuss 
about.

There were hands all over me, and I was soon getting 
aroused by the man playing with my clit. I started 
lifting, arching my back laid there with my eyes 
closed. I felt great, and I couldn't disguise the fact. 
Then someone lifted my legs high and wide, and I felt 
something entering my cunt, and it wasn't a finger. One 
of the men had lowered his trousers, and he was up on 
the examination couch with me. Once he'd got his knob 
end in, he pushed his hard prick up in one thrust. 

This was my first experience of fucking in this 
position, and being laid on a comfortable couch, this 
was starting to become enjoyable. He was a man of about 
forty-five, and physically quite fit, he was in no 
hurry, and his strokes were slow and long. I lifted 
with each of his strokes, and each time we met I felt 
his balls slapping my arse, I realised I was moaning 
out loud, and one of the other keepers was fondling my 
tits. 

The other keeper climbed onto the head of the couch, 
and knelt over my face, pushing his prick towards my 
mouth. 

"Come on luv, give this a suck," he said as he pushed 
it hard against my lips. I reluctantly opened my mouth, 
and sucked like I was told. Once again, this like the 
fucking was quite pleasurable once I'd got used to it. 
I could taste some liquid seeping from his dick, it 
tasted almost sweet. 

I thought, it doesn't taste like piss, and he can't be 
cuming yet. I had never heard of pre-cum, but that's 
what it was. Every few strokes he would thrust hard 
pushing it into my throat, and making me gasp for 
breath. My other lover was still lunging away at my 
cunt, and I was responding to every movement. I got 
used to timing my breaths to just before, the prick 
blocked my windpipe, and this enabled him to push 
deeper.

"My god she's swallowing my dick right down her throat. 
I've never seen anyone take this much before. I'm 
cuming already, oh god! AH AHH. Oh Jesus, that was 
fucking unbelievable. She's a fucking natural," and at 
that he pulled out. Now while he'd been giving his 
speech, his prick had been going deeper, and when he 
shot his load, it wasn't a case of me swallowing it, it 
was shot straight down my throat into my belly. The 
trouble was while he was shooting he kept it in my 
throat, and I almost passed out through lack of breath. 

As he pulled out I coughed like a person just taking 
their first breath after being saved from drowning. 
Being taken this close to blacking out is a strange 
sensation, and although the rest of my body was limp, 
my hips had continued thrusting away as if on auto 
pilot. I could suddenly feel my cunt flooding with 
fluid, and contracting in a spasmodic and 
uncontrollable way. My lover was simultaneously 
injecting his liquid up deep inside.

He pulled out and stood there watching me writhing 
about. The keeper who had up to now only been feeling 
my tits, climbed onto the couch, lay down beside me, 
and rolled me over on top of him. My legs dropped 
either side of his body, and he slid me down onto his 
dick. He started by holding me around the waist and 
lifting me up and down. 

He was using my cunt like a wanking glove. Gradually, I 
regained my consciousness, and I took over the lifting 
up and down to get the longest stroke I could, without 
letting it slip out. Someone was fingering my arse; 
using the slimy cum from around my cunt to aid the 
finger that he was poking deep into me. Now he was 
using two fingers, god that hurt, but in no time he'd 
stopped and pulled them out. 

Now what? No he wouldn't. AHG! He was. He was forcing 
his prick up my arse, whilst I already had another 
prick up my cunt! I thought my flesh was being ripped 
apart. But it appears that the female body must be 
designed to take this kind of abuse. Within five 
minutes I was experiencing as much pleasure as I was 
pain. 

The prick was still pushing deep up into my bowels, and 
the pain was still making me wince. But there was this 
overwhelming volcano building deep in the pit of my 
stomach, and I couldn't control my body movements. I 
was giving out cries, whelps, groans and all manner of 
animal like noises, so much so that the spare keeper 
held a towel over my mouth to deaden the noise. The 
climax was coming, and all three of us could sense it, 
they were both pumping in unison, and there strokes 
were getting faster. 

Then the spunk started pumping, I could feel it warm up 
my arse. The spunk in my cunt was met with a rush of 
fluid from deep within, that forced its way passed the 
prick and sprayed over his balls. Then I had a sudden 
contraction, which squeezed another shot out of his 
prick. My arse now had a contraction, squeezing the 
other mans prick, as if my cunt was showing it how to 
react. These contractions, arse and cunt continued well 
after the man had pulled out of my arse, and I had been 
pushed off and aside by my other stud. I lay there 
convulsing uncontrollably, with all three men looking 
on and making crude remarks.


I was cleaned up and told to meet them at 7:00 pm the 
next day at the Cross Keys (this was a pub in one of 
the local villages). I promised I would, but I never 
intended to keep that promise, and I never did. They 
gave me an overall coat to wear, and they walked me 
back to the women's changing room, where they left me, 
saying, "See you tomorrow, don't be late." 

I thought to myself, "Fuck you! You're not seeing me or 
my arse again!"

The changing room was empty, as it was now getting on 
for 7:00 pm. I found my bag of clothes, and my knickers 
had been there all the time. But being little skimpy 
ones I had missed them, they'd been tucked into the 
sleeve of my blouse. I was soon dressed, and made my 
way out of the zoo. As I passed the briefing room, the 
light was still on, and I could see three of the lads 
inside. I thought, that's kind of them, they've waited 
for me.

As I opened the door they all got up and rushed across 
towards me, asking if I was alright now. I didn't know 
whether they'd all seen my performance with the 
baboons, or just heard about it, but they all seemed 
genuinely concerned. Nobody made any rude remarks, or 
tried to blame me, not like the keepers. They asked if 
I felt up to going out for a drink, or did I want 
taking straight home. I needed a drink, so what the 
hell.

"Come on lads get me drunk, it's been one hell of a 
day."

The evening in the pub went well, we were soon laughing 
and joking and the day's event was almost blanked out 
of my mind. I was being plied with booze, as fast as 
they could get me to drink it. After about an hour I 
was loosening up and the lads were taking it in turns 
to pull me into the corner of the booth and snog (kiss) 
me. This was quite ok with me, we were in public and I 
knew that kissing was all they could get away with in 
here.

"YOU LOT CAN DRINK UP AND GET OUT. AND TAKE THAT TART 
WITH YOU. YOUR'E UPSETTING MY REGULARS. THIS AINT A 
KNOCKING SHOP (Brothel)."

This was the pub landlord, and he was angry. The lads 
drank up, helped me to my feet, I was by now not very 
steady, and we all got in the car.

"Where can we take her?" Said Pete.

"Just take me straight home now, thanks ever so much. 
I've had a great night; you don't know just how much I 
needed that drink tonight."

"You ain't going home yet darling; surely you want to 
show us how grateful you are?"

I could tell by the way they were looking at me that 
they wanted more than just a kiss and a cuddle, so I 
said. "I'll let you all have a snog, and a feel of my 
tits on the way home, if you want."

"Let's take her to Giles's barn," said one of the lads. 
They all agreed with that idea, and despite my 
protests, we were soon pulling up at the entrance to a 
deserted barn in the corner of a field. 

I was led in, there were no lights, and I was soon 
handling their pricks and being encouraged to take them 
in my mouth. I was being stripped; someone was removing 
my blouse, whilst another was taking down my skirt. I 
was going to get fucked, and I thought I might as well 
get it over with as quick as possible. They laid me 
down on my back, and as the first one was about to get 
stuck up, I said.

"If you want to lay on your back, I'll get on top and 
fuck you, that way Garry can fuck my arse at the same 
time. And Jim can use my mouth."

They were stunned for about two seconds, and then they 
got organised. We were soon all in position, and I was 
once more fucking away. The drink had loosened my 
inhibitions, and my libido was in overdrive. Although 
they were all two years older than me, they weren't 
very experienced, and I led them all the way. Not to 
say that they didn't give me a good time, but they all 
cum their load in what seemed like seconds, before I 
had chance to get into my stride. 

So I was soon into second helpings, and they all moved 
around to different positions. Second time took longer, 
and I got a minor orgasm, but when they all moved 
around again for their third fuck, the spunk took 
longer to rise, and I was able to build my orgasm back 
to a peak. It didn't compare with the one earlier in 
the night, but the lads thought they were god's gift to 
woman hood.

They took me home, and I never saw any of them again. I 
never returned to take up a job at the zoo, and ever-
since that day I've never been near a zoo, and I 
shudder if I see any kind of ape, even on the telly.

END

Thanks for reading, and please feel free to email me at 
Lord_John_Thomas@hotmail.com 

It is only the feedback from readers that make the 
effort of writing worthwhile, and I will answer all 
mail received (eventually). I would particularly like 
to hear comments from Girls living in England. To 
ensure I accept your mail, make sure your mail has 
'Story Feedback' as a subject, all other mail to this 
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I will take this opportunity to apologise for miss-
spelling, typos, and words used in the wrong context. 
My stories are written for people who like sexual 
fantasies, and I do not claim to have any literary 
skills. But if you do want to email me with any 
criticisms, this is also welcome, providing it is 
explained in a constructive manner. General terms like 
'Wouldn't have been so bad were you not half illiterate 
to judge by some of the spelling' or 'there are a 
number of spelling and grammatical errors' are not 
constructive. If you can see the mistakes, email me 
direct, pointing them out. That way, perhaps I can 
improve my writing to the level that my next story 
might appeal to you.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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