Rajah

black satin Goddess enjoying lusty human pursuits. Besides the couple was another; only the girl was on her fours like an animal. She was blonde and fair, and looked more than a little like Sharon, although more Scandinavian in features. Standing at the side of the bed was a Negro man, his muscles etched across his body, and his black curly pubic hair nearly impossible to see against his burnished prune colored body. His cock made a wonderful contrast of color as it penetrated the golden fleece of the girl's upturned pubic area, slid between her spread buttock cheeks and nestled home in her pink-rimmed vagina. And as if that wasn't enough to glaze the eyes of the distraught young wife who looked at them, there was a third man who was kneeling in front of the white woman. His tremendous cock, in horizontal rigidity was at the lips and mouth of the girl, its bulbous red glans, so glaringly in focus, rested on the outstretched tongue of the girl. Her lips were pulled back as if supplicating for its full length to be slid into her hungry mouth…

And then, before even the wretchedness of what she was viewing settled in her shattered mind, Sharon heard something rustle behind her! For one terrified moment she stiffened; it was as if her whole body was of chipped ice, an immobile statue. Then there was a louder scraping sound, a heavy, regulated breathing. She whirled around, and screamed.

There, dimly visible in the light, loomed a monster! A thick animal, a stout beast terribly hairy. It wasn't as tall as she was, and it was hunched over, its muscular arms dragged on the dirt, its knuckles making noises.

An ape!

Sharon stumbled backwards, every fiber in her body in turmoil as the ugly creature studied her with small, very dark eyes. Its rubbery lips parted and it sniffed the air, making the same snuffing sound as she had heard before, and then it stood erect. It grunted and panted and tried to close the gap between them, its desire more pronounced than ever. But it couldn't… around its right leg was a tight metal band, and to the band was a thick chain which led into the invisible recesses of the building. For one instant Sharon dared to breathe, for she saw the chain and clamp, and knew that the ape couldn't touch her. She backed against the table, her whole being still in shock, unable to comprehend what to do.

The ape yanked at the chain, its great leathery paws digging at the ground in a vain attempt to free itself, and it seemed to whine with frustration. With the first impact of horror past, Sharon Court also became aware that the ape was not angry or belligerent, but was acting as if it wanted to be friendly. Was looking for affection the way a dog might. She hesitated…

And then she let her vision wander down the thick, shaggy stomach and to the huge dangling, hair-covered shaft of the ape's penis. A male… a fantastically huge male with a penis that seemed to be totally out of proportion to its size, Sharon blushed, though her eyes kept staring at his groin, and then as if in response, the ape's cock began to swell and perk upwards until it no longer hung downward like a third small arm but instead reared upwards in a decided curve.

The ape was excited. It was ready for intercourse… with her! Sharon let out another stifled scream, more of outraged revulsion than terror, and turned and fled from the round little building. She stumbled down the garden path, tears once more stinging her eyes at the thought of what was in the animal mind of the ape. She flung her head back and forth and staggered in blind hysteria…

And almost threw Lena Alvaro down on the ground in her haste to get away. Lena steadied the sobbing wife, putting her arms around her in a show of feminine concern, and even patted her back. Lena knew exactly what kind of experience Sharon had had seconds earlier, though she acted otherwise.

'A… an ape! There's an ape in that… that house back there!' Sharon was uncontrollable and choking on her words.

'For heaven's sake, calm down, Sharon,' Lena said in soothing tones as she lied to still the younger woman's fears. 'Of course there is. That's only Rajah, though, and he's not really an ape. Only a very harmless, very tame chimp.'

'But… but he's so big!' In her mind came the vision of the monster penis, but Sharon couldn't tell her friends that she was thinking of his male member when she said he was so big.

'Chimps normally are around five feet tall, Sharon, and weigh about 130 or so pounds. They're very intelligent, you know, and highly sociable.'

'What… what's it doing here?'

'I'll tell you on the way back to the house, Mark is in the study, I believe. He sent me out to look for you.' They started along the path, Lena giving the still distraught young wife support. 'Mark's father, Christopher Marlowe, brought Rajah home from tropical Africa as a baby chimp. Been part of the family for all these years; Mark played with Rajah as a child. Normally Mark lets the chimpanzee have complete freedom of the garden, and that's why there are such high walls around it. But he thought it best with you coming that he chain the beast up.'

'Oh… Oh, I see,' sobbed Sharon.

'Anybody would have been frightened at first. You should have been told. Come on, Sharon. We'll go see Mark and have a nice comforting glass of Sherry to calm your nerves. Won't that be nice?'

CHAPTER FIVE

Mark Marlowe was standing before the fireplace when the two women entered the library, and he studied the young blonde wife carefully as Lena led her across to the wide leather couch near the roaring blaze. Ah good, good! he thought, barely able to conceal his elation. She's seen Rajah, and judging from the whiteness of her face she perused my little collection of Copenhagen art, too! Things are progressing quite nicely… and it will only be a matter of moments now before I can possess that fine, voluptuous young body… those soft, warm red lips…

Expertly concealing his inner gloating, for he had had long practice at such veilings, the wealthy Lord of Marlowe Manor put on a grave, concerned expression as he approached the two women. 'Why, Sharon my dear, what's the matter? You're as pale as a ghost. Did something frighten you?'

'I… I accidentally found your… pet,' murmured Sharon as Lena sat her down on the couch. 'He… frightened me for just a moment…'

'Ah yes, Rajah,' said Mark smoothly. 'But how stupid of me to have neglected to tell you about him; I should have expected that you would be exploring the garden. Can you forgive me such an oversight, my dear?'

'Why… yes, of course, Mark,' Sharon favored him with a meager smile, while Lena patted her hand reassuringly.

'Let me get you a glass of Sherry,' said Mark solicitously. 'It will make you feel much better.'

'Yes, I think I'd like some Sherry.'

Mark smiled, his eyes touching Lena's briefly. Then he went to the handsome bar and poured a large glass full of ruby liquid from a decanter which sat atop the counter — a decanter which Wafto had gleefully placed there only minutes earlier. He carried the glass back to the couch, sitting down on the other side of Sharon from Lena, and handed the blonde wife the Sherry.

Sharon accepted the glass gratefully and raised it to her lips. She was still upset — she could not help but think about those awful, terrible booklets she had seen in the ape's stone hut, and wonder why they were there, whose they were; she wanted to ask Mark about them, but she couldn't seem to bring herself to voice the words. She had experienced the same difficulty even with Lena, her best friend, in the garden moments ago.

The beauteous American girl drank deeply of the warm, syrupy liquid, feeling it coursing the length of her throat and settling with a pleasant glow in her stomach. She did not see, as she drained the glass, the shining eyes of Mark Marlowe and Lena Alvaro, the lascivious eagerness in their momentarily unguarded faces…

Sharon placed the empty glass on one of the nearby tables, then leaned back, closing her eyes. I wish I'd never consented to come here, she thought. First that awful dream last night, and then waking up to find I'd lost control of myself in my sleep and orgasmed, and then seeing the ugly chimpanzee with its monstrous penis and those evil, filthy pornographic booklets… This isn't turning out to be a quiet, relaxing vacation at all; it's turning into a… a kind of nightmare, in which everything seems pleasant and nice on the surface, but underneath all is evil and perverted… I'm going to ask Neal to take me back to London, to take me home, as soon as he returns from Athens…

Sharon let her thoughts trail off as a strange sort of dreamy torpor seemed to envelope her whole being. She