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"Please. Please don't do this." That's what I begged my professor. The man I trusted for two years. The man who'd promised me the opportunity of a lifetime—studying bonobos in the Congo. He drugged me. Stripped me. Restrained me on a cold metal bench with my legs spread wide. Then he brought in Jingo. The male bonobo's fingers found me first. Then his c0ck—thick, hot, pushing in side me while my professor took notes. "Fascinating," Alveritz murmured. "The body responds despite the mind's objections." Becca screamed. Teri sob88ed. I closed my eyes and prayed for death. >>>>>>>>> Chapter 1 The needle slid into my arm before I could even process what was happening. My eyes flew open, but my body wouldn't obey. The ceiling of the research station swam above me, that familiar water-stained panel I'd stared at during orientation week. I tried to move my fingers, my toes, anything—but my limbs were dead weight, heavy as stone. "Wha—" The sound came out garbled, my tongue thick and useless. Professor Alveritz's face appeared above me, those cold gray eyes I'd trusted for two years. The same eyes that had convinced me this expedition to study bonobos in the Congo would be the opportunity of a lifetime. "Shh, Nan," he said softly, his voice carrying that paternal warmth that had made all of us trust him. "You're safe. Everything is going according to plan." *According to plan.* The words echoed in my drugged mind as I felt his hands on my shirt. I wanted to scream, to fight, to claw his eyes out—but my body was a prison, and I was trapped inside it. "Becca and Teri are already secured," he continued, as if discussing the weather. "You're the last one. I saved you for the special position." His fingers worked the buttons of my shirt with clinical efficiency. The cool air hit my skin, and I felt the fabric slide away, leaving me exposed in my thin cotton bra. My small breasts rose and fell with my panicked breathing, and I watched his eyes linger there. "Perfect," he murmured. "Just as I imagined." I'd worn this bra specifically because it was practical for fieldwork. Now I cursed myself for not wearing something less revealing, as if that would have made any difference. He unbuttoned my shorts next, sliding them down my legs with practiced ease. The rough fabric scraped against my thighs, and I felt tears leaking from the corners of my eyes. "Don't cry, Nan," he said, almost gently. "This is all part of the study. You signed the agreement." *The agreement.* That innocuous document about participating in research activities. I'd skimmed it, trusting him completely. We all had. He left me there, half-naked on the cold examination table, and I heard him moving around the room. The sound of metal clinking. Restraints being adjusted. "Becca first," he muttered to himself. "Then Teri. Then we'll position Nan properly." I strained to hear what was happening, but the tranquilizer made everything fuzzy. I could make out Becca's athletic form being dragged across the room, her large breasts spilling out as he unbuttoned her tight shirt. The pop of buttons. The slide of fabric. "Please," I tried to say, but it came out as a moan. He didn't even look at me. The next few minutes were a blur of images I couldn't fully process. Becca's dark nipples exposed as her bra came away. Teri's pointy breasts revealed, her puffy lips visible through her dark bush. The three of us laid out like specimens on padded benches. Then it was my turn. He lifted me with surprising strength, carrying me to the third bench. But instead of placing me on my stomach like the others, he laid me on my back. "No," I managed, the word barely a whisper. "Please, no." He didn't respond. Just secured my arms to the bench legs, the padded restraints closing around my wrists with a click that sounded like a death sentence. Then he positioned my legs, tilting them back and open, locking them into restraints that held my knees near my chest. I was completely exposed. Completely vulnerable. He covered my body with a towel, but it did nothing to hide my position. My legs remained spread, my pussy open to whatever he had planned. "There," he said, stepping back to admire his work. "Perfect." The drug was wearing off, but slowly. I could move my fingers now, wiggle my toes. But the restraints held me fast. A few minutes later, I forced my eyes open fully. The room swam into focus—a converted laboratory with padded benches arranged in a semicircle. Becca and Teri were secured on their stomachs, their asses positioned over the edges of their benches. I was on my back, legs spread. "What—" I tried again, my voice stronger now. "Where am I? Why can't I move?" Professor Alveritz appeared beside me, his face kind, almost fatherly. "Don't worry, you're safe. Are you comfortable?" "Comfortable?" The word came out as a shriek. "Let me out of here!" "All in good time. I will explain. Let's wait for Becca and Teri." I heard the other women stirring, their own tranquilizers wearing off. Becca's voice rose in panic, then Teri's. The room filled with their desperate pleas, their demands to be released. Professor Alveritz waited until we'd all settled down, until our voices were hoarse from screaming. "Ok, let me explain," he said, his voice calm and measured. "You all signed the agreement to come on this trip to study the bonobo. And you all agreed that you would follow any and all requests as part of the study." "I NEVER agreed to that!" Becca shouted, her large breasts jiggling with her indignation. "Well, as a matter of fact you did," Alveritz replied smoothly. "As part of this study, we will look at the bonobo sexual habits. The bonobo are known to be very active sex partners. Among their own species, they are known to have multiple partners on a daily basis. In fact, up to 3 or 4 before needing a break. None of the female bonobos are jealous; they also are willing to have multiple partners. They use sex for procreation, to settle disputes and just for fun. What I want to learn is whether they care about the species. Human females are similar but different from bonobos. I want to learn if they really care." "You're crazy!" Teri spat. "Please let us go!" "Of course I will, after you fulfill your part in this study. Afterwards, we have other things to study." "Someone will come for us," Becca said, her voice shaking. "They will arrest you—" "No one is due back for a couple of months," the professor interrupted. "This location is remote and has locked gates. I don't think anyone will be here soon." Silence fell over the room. I could hear my own heartbeat, feel the cold air on my exposed skin. The towel covering me did nothing to warm me, nothing to protect me. Teri moved her head as far as she could. "I don't see him in the room, but I can't turn my head. Is he still here?" "No, I don't see him," I said, my voice hollow. About fifteen minutes passed. The silence was suffocating, broken only by our ragged breathing and the occasional sob from Becca. Then we heard footsteps. Professor Alveritz came back into the room, and he wasn't alone. A bonobo walked beside him, its dark fur gleaming in the fluorescent light. It moved with that distinctive knuckle-walking gait, its intelligent eyes scanning the room. "Hey, you remember Jingo, don't you?" the professor asked. My blood ran cold. Jingo. The male bonobo we'd been studying for the past week. The one who'd shown particular interest in the female researchers. "No... NO! What is he doing here?" Becca's voice was frantic now, rising in pitch. Professor Alveritz smiled, and for the first time, I saw the madness behind his eyes. "Jingo is going to help us with our study," he said. "He's going to show us just how similar human females really are to bonobos." The bonobo's eyes met mine, and I saw something there that made my stomach drop. Hunger. 💗💗 Click to Read on👉👉

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