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Raped by Apes, by Jezebel Rose

I do not know if schoolchildren 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 Annie, I am a small lightly built blond girl, and I had my eighteenth birthday only a month before my job experience.

The two weeks seemed 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 so that I might be 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 all right at regular intervals.

The day had gone well, it was 5:00 pm, and 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 their way inside to get to the food. Once counted-in, I had to collect the water bowls from the outside enclosure, put them in to 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, was 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 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 begin that the permanent keeper that I had been working with did not bother to use it. He had shown 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 was not 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 did not have 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 go 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.

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