Aspiration for Work Placement at zoo Part 1

It was a really bad day at Zoo for me. How ??? just read it

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I am not sure if other countries have the same system for school students as we do here in the UK. Towards the end of the previous school term, we choose a 'work placement'—a place to gain work experience—that we feel might be of interest to us as a potential job after we leave school. Then, instead of attending school, we go to that workplace for two weeks so that we can gain experience in our chosen field before we even finish school. I have always been interested in animals, and the opportunity to work at the local zoo really caught my eye. My name is Shabnam; I am a petite, slender girl with dark hair. I am the daughter of a British father and a Pakistani mother. I had celebrated my fifteenth birthday just one month prior to this work experience placement.

The two weeks flew by in the blink of an eye, and now I found myself in the final afternoon of my very last day; I had thoroughly enjoyed my time there. The premise of this scheme is that you are supposed to work alongside a regular employee and should never be left alone without supervision.

However, when I arrived today, the staff was short-handed due to a viral outbreak. I had been working with the baboons for the past three days, and during the morning briefing, I suggested—with full confidence—that I could handle the day's work entirely on my own. I was trying to impress them in the hope of securing a permanent job there once I finished school. Since they were truly in a bind, the supervisor agreed—but on the condition that one of the regular staff members would periodically call to check whether I was doing alright.

The day went well; it was 5:00 PM, and we were in the final hour. Pete-the regular staff member who had been checking on me every hour-had just left, saying, "See you in the briefing room at six, kid."

Since it was my last day, I was planning to head to a nearby pub for drinks with a group of coworkers; our meetup was scheduled for 6:00 PM-the exact moment the zoo closed. To wrap up my shift, all I had left to do was place the food I had prepared earlier into the empty indoor enclosures. At 5:30 PM, a bell would ring to signal visitors that the zoo was about to close. This also served as the cue to open the gate connecting the outdoor enclosure to the indoor one. The animals were accustomed to this signal, and the moment they heard the bell, they would instinctively head inside toward their food. Once they were all safely inside and I had completed the headcount, I simply had to retrieve the water bowls from the outdoor enclosure, set them aside to soak overnight, and then I was free to leave.

The women's changing room was always incredibly crowded, making it a struggle to access the three available showers; sometimes, it would be as late as 6:30 PM before you finally got your turn. Tonight, however, I wanted to get out on time, so I had devised a plan to bypass the rush.

I had finished preparing and setting out the food in the inner enclosure, and I had fifteen minutes to spare before I had to let the baboons in. My final task—collecting the food bowls—wasn't the kind of job that would leave me dirty or smelling foul, so I quickly dashed toward the shower. I took a quick shower, dried myself off, put on a clean bra, and was just rummaging through my bag for my panties when I heard the feeding bell ring.

"To hell with it," I thought. "I’ll come back and get my panties later."

Grabbing a clean pair of overalls that were lying nearby, I pulled them on and ran toward the baboon enclosure.

I passed straight through the food-prep room and reached the control panel for the enclosure gate; the baboons were crowding around the entrance, jostling with one another to get inside, and they were all becoming extremely agitated. I pressed the button to open the gate and began counting them. They were rushing in so fast that it was impossible to get an accurate count. Even once they were inside, they continued to scramble around frantically like lunatics, so I gave up on trying counting them altogether. I assumed they had all made it inside, and I closed the gate to the baboon enclosure.

Now, I opened the door leading from the feeding room out into the outer enclosure. I stepped outside, closed the door behind me, and wedged it shut with a log. This door featured a highly intricate locking mechanism-designed specifically to prevent the baboons from opening it from the outer enclosure. The trouble was, the system was so overly complicated-and so difficult to operate-that the permanent keeper I worked with never even bothered to use it. He had taught me how to wedge a wooden log between the outer wall and the door-exactly as he had instructed. Storied by Maitri.

"If the baboons are inside the enclosure, you can't stay out here; so I don't understand why they bother with that stupid lock."

I ran from one end of the enclosure to the other, gathering the drinking bowls. The overcoat I had grabbed wasn't mine; it was about ten sizes too big for me. As I ran, it flapped like a tent in the light breeze, and that gust of wind reminded me that I wasn't wearing any panties or a skirt underneath the coat. I picked up the last bowl, turned to head back to the feeding room, and froze at the sight that met my eyes.

Right in the middle of the enclosure stood two young male baboons, charging toward me at full speed. I dropped the bowls and ran—not toward any specific destination, but simply away from the baboons. The very next moment, I was rolling on the ground, for one of the baboons had leaped onto my back and knocked me down with a powerful shove. He was coming at me again; I curled myself up into a tight ball. ‘Thud!’ I went rolling once more.

"Quick! Get into the 'submissive position'! Hurry, before he hits you again!" a keeper shouted at me from beside the fence outside the enclosure.

"The submissive position?" I thought to myself. Yes, we had been told about it on our very first day, but I never imagined I would actually have to put it to the test. If an attack occurs, under no circumstances should you run. Always drop to your knees, press your head and shoulders against the ground, tuck your elbows inward, and clasp your hands behind your head. This is the gesture that all apes use to signal that they are submitting to a larger or more powerful individual, and that they pose no threat to them. This usually calms the aggressor, and the attack ceases.

Thud. I fell again, but this time I rolled right into another baboon; he lunged at me and tore my coat. I scrambled to my knees, bowed my head as low as I could, and clasped my hands tightly over the back of my head. A baboon approached me and delivered a hard punch to my ribs. It knocked the wind out of me, but I remained on my knees, keeping my hips raised. The baboons suddenly grew calm, and now they seemed merely curious—they were prodding me, sniffing me, and poking at me. I could hear the voice of the keeper standing outside the enclosure, shouting for someone to fetch a tranquilizer gun, and telling the others to go to the entrance of the enclosure to distract the baboons.

To fetch the gun from the main office, they would have to run a considerable distance to where it was kept. Then, they would have to run all the way around the entire enclosure to return to the entrance gate-the very gate I had jammed shut with a log. However, they wouldn't realize this until they actually reached it. Only then would they discover that they couldn't get inside. All of this would take at least another four or five minutes. Meanwhile, thanks to my torn overalls, the baboons—and the crowd that was now gathering—had a clear view of the lower half of my body. The baboons were squabbling amongst themselves over which of the two was the "real man."

Ordinarily, that large, dominant male baboon wouldn't let either of the others even come close to a female. But since he was now locked inside the inner enclosure, this presented a golden opportunity for the other two. By groping and sniffing me, they must surely have realized that I was a female. I glanced back down at my body; I could see that both of their pricks were protruding from their fur and appeared pinkish in color. One of them grabbed my leg and yanked me to the side; I didn't fall, but before I could pull my other leg over to fill the gap, the second baboon clambered onto my back.

I had thought I had merely seen a small, pink prick sticking out, but within just a few seconds—as he began to thrust vigorously—it grew larger right inside my body. I was, in truth, a virgin, and this proved to be an incredibly shocking and harrowing experience for me. He was pounding into me so furiously- as if it were his very first time, and as if he had suddenly found all the joy of his entire life concentrated in that single moment. I was in excruciating pain, yet despite that agony, waves of sensuality continued to surge through my body without ceasing. Written for you by Maitri.

I had absolutely no idea what was about to happen next, but a flood of emotions was welling up inside me; my screams—born of pain-were now transforming into sighs and whimpers of pleasure. In the blink of an eye, I felt his hot cum release deep inside my body. Even after he withdrew from me, his semen continued to drip out, and he scampered around excitedly like an overzealous child. I knew nothing about "orgasms" at the time, so I didn't even realize that I hadn't actually reached that climax myself. My pussy, however, had certainly become quite wet.

I was still panting and moaning when a second baboon climbed atop me; this time, his cock slid inside much more easily than the first one's had. Although it was just as massive, the pain was less intense this time, and I immediately began to feel pleasure. Before long, I started thrusting my hips back against him—matching the intensity of his thrusts inside me—with equal vigor.

When I felt his hot cum filling me up, I experienced an orgasm for the very first time. How can I possibly put it into words? Never in my life-neither before nor since- have had I experienced anything that could even remotely compare to it. All I remember is that the moment my own juices surged out of my pussy, I began writhing on the ground, thrashing uncontrollably-overwhelmed by a chaotic blend of pain and pleasure.

That proved to be a grave mistake; just as quickly as they had calmed down earlier, they now became aggressive once again. One of them grabbed the sleeve of my coat and began dragging me across the ground. My overalls tore in two, and now all that remained on my body was a single sleeve from the severed garment. I immediately resumed the posture of submission- that is, by arching my hips upward—and just then, one of them climbed on top of me; I don't know who it was (though, in any case, it didn't matter). Evidently, I had grown accustomed to it by now, for before long, I too began moving my hips in rhythm with their movements.

"Try your absolute best to stay as calm as possible. I’ll try to calm him down." I could hear the keeper’s voice from the edge of the fence. I looked to the other side; he was standing atop a ladder leaning against the fence, a rifle in his hands. I froze, praying that he would shoot the baboon-not me.

‘Bang.’ The dart struck the baboon, and he screamed. But that didn't stop him. He kept thrusting as if nothing had happened, and this time, it went on for a very long while. Then I heard another ‘bang’. This time, a second baboon screamed and bolted across the enclosure—right back toward *my* baboon. He was still fucking hard—fucking as if the dart were having absolutely no effect on him.

Now I could recognize the signs, and I knew that a surge of sensation and spasms was about to rise within me once again. I wasn't disappointed; the male ape reached his second climax, and I arched my back upward as he deposited his fluids deep inside my virgin pussy. His movements ceased, and I felt a massive weight collapse upon me; I slumped face-down onto the floor, while he was still deep inside me. His cock was slowly shrinking and sliding out. Then I felt two keepers—who had climbed over the enclosure fence using ladders- lifting him off me. Maitri's creativity.

I was carried back inside and laid out on a stretcher. They draped a blanket over me and took me to the medical room. Inside the medical room, three head keepers examined me. They were all men, though only one of them was actually responsible for administering first aid. They spread my legs wide and examined me thoroughly, groping here and there; finally, they cleaned me up. After that, they gave me a severe dressing-down and told me just how lucky I had been.

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