Chapter 8

The frenzied shrieks of the lust incited animals continued on for what seemed like an eternity, driving Lisa's nerve-racked body further into the depths of despair. She knew now without a doubt that the man holding her prisoner was madly insane, and she had to think... she must think of a way to escape. But how? Dr. Quinn had her exactly where he wanted her. She knew that. She could tell from the lewd look on his face that he enjoyed seeing her locked up like the rest of the trapped animals, and no telling what vile plans he had in mind for her.

She stopped her pitiful sobbing and a cold fear ran through her body, as she thought of the power he now had over her, and what cruel acts Dr. Quinn was capable of performing. She knew that she must think of some way to get a message out to Thea or Nell without him discovering what she was doing. Surely, she thought, neither of them had any knowledge of his lewd experiments.

Lisa looked around the cage for some object or material that she could use to convey a message to someone upstairs, but the entire area was bare except for the mattress that covered the floor. The cage itself was sturdily constructed and reinforced so that it would almost be impossible to break out of, and the only opening besides the heavily barred door was a small trap door on the side that was just large enough to squeeze a small child through. She thought of screaming at the top of her lungs in the chance that someone might hear her, but she knew that would be hopeless because the walls of the laboratory were covered with acoustical soundproofing panels, designed to absorb the loudest of sounds.

Oh God, if these crazed animals don't stop howling, I'll go out of my mind.

The loudest noise came from the chimp's cage, and although she had purposely been avoiding the sickening sight of the two animals ravaging each other's body, the menacing sound of a shrill grunting noise forced her attention in that direction. Her mouth gaped open and her eyes widened in revulsion at the sight of the two hairy creatures pounding into each other as though they were trying to destroy one another. She was horrified as she watched the male chimp ramming the full length of his throbbing cock inside the moist interior of his mate, while at the same time she savagely slammed her buttocks back at him just as viciously. Both chimps' mouths were agape and pulled tightly over their teeth in a half pain filled, half mocking expression. Saliva ran down the sides of their face, and their breath came in short fast gasps.

Oh no... somebody stop them she thought, before the poor dumb creatures kill themselves. But her silent pleas went unanswered as the male chimp dug his fingers deeper into the poor female's hairy belly and screwed on wildly into her ever expanding passage. Lisa could hear the slap of his swollen balls and see his long thick cock pistoning in and out with rhythmic beats, battering at the vagina as though it was his last moment on earth. She tried to close her eyes and shut off the sight of the brutal animal fucking taking place so close in front of her, but she remained involuntarily hypnotized by the cruel bestial assault. Suddenly, the female let out a loud groan and fell to the floor of the cage as her legs finally buckled beneath her, but the male continued beating into her, falling with her collapsed body without missing a stroke. His hairy body was now a ball of sheer uncontrolled lust that was unleashing itself completely against the pleading moans of his mate. The chimp's power and energy seemed unlimited as he continued on and on, lunging and pounding at the hairy heap beneath him until no sound or protest could be heard from the female. Her head was twisted grotesquely to the side of her body now, and her sightless eyes stared blankly at the direction of Lisa's cage, as her limp and unfeeling body absorbed her sex-crazed mate, still slamming into her with wild abandon,

The lewd death stare coming from the battered female chimp horrified Lisa to the very depth's of her being, breaking the hypnotic trance that had engulfed her moments before. She could hear her own voice now screaming and shouting at the dumb male animal to stop, but he continued his ceaseless screwing, either not knowing or caring that his mate was dead. There was nothing Lisa could do now and she turned away from the terrifying, yet pitiful sight, burying her face in the mattress as if in an attempt to close off the brutal reality of the grotesque scene before her.

An hour had passed, maybe two, she was not certain now of anything except that she was huddled and cringing on the floor of the cage with her hands pressed so tightly over her ears that her whole head ached and vibrated with tormenting ringing sounds, though she thought she could hear a distant voice calling her name. She rolled over on her back and opened her eyes. She froze as they came into immediate contact with Dr. Quinn, leering down at her on the other side of the bars, holding a tray of food in front of him.

"Well, Lisa, I'm glad to see you've finally controlled yourself. I've brought you some breakfast. Nell prepared it especially for you," he added, opening the small trap door and pushing the tray through the narrow opening.

Lisa cringed and backed away as he inched the tray in her direction, extending his hands and arms as far into the cage as the open passage would allow. He lifted the chrome lid from the tray, esposing an enormous meal that was large enough to feed two people. The smell of the bacon and eggs and the thought of eating while crouched in this cage surrounded by filthy animals, sickened her to the point of nausea and she turned away from the platter in disgust. Wild thoughts ran through her mind as the despair and hopelessness of her entrapment came back into focus. If Nell had prepared the tray of food for him, then she must know that she was a prisoner down here. Oh God! She must know.

Dr. Quinn impatiently stepped back and let the trap door slain shut. He was not certain yet what he was going to do with the uncooperative little bitch now cowering in the corner of the cage, but he knew she would be very useful for certain phases of his experiments.

"Suit yourself, but I assure you that in a few hours, you'll regret not eating now. As I said before you'll need your strength. I've decided to include you in part of my hormone experiments."

Lisa backed even further away from him until her shoulders were pressed painfully against the cold bars of the cage. She could hardly believe her ears as she listened to his words, and the tone of his voice implied that he was actually paying her a compliment!

"You look shocked, my dear. You shouldn't be. Actually you're the most eligible female specimen here at Brookdale."

His eyes clinically undressed and slowly appraised her body as if she were being surveyed and analyzed under a microscope, while he continued talking, now more to himself than to her.

"Yes, the perfect specimen. Young... strong, with a high endurance rate. Lush... ripe, a generous span between the hip bones... yes, I think of great capacity..." His voice trailed off into silence as his cruel eyes bulged and widened the longer they drank in her youthful beauty, then fused into a hypnotic stare as his lewd mind pictured perverted fantasies of her ravishment. It was easy for him to visualize the beautiful girl lying on her back in total submission to a rampaging mate, with her lithe supple body tightly pulling him into her with an equally savage burst of hot and uncontrolled passion. He smiled to himself for he knew that the powerful stimulus of his newly developed hormone would be capable of turning his pornographic thoughts into reality. His mouth began to salivate as he thought of her groaning piteously beneath her conqueror while he plunged and twisted into her vagina with the inhuman strength of a superman. What pleasure he would derive from watching this uncontrollable little wench being used and debauched until she was of no more use than the lifeless female chimp, now balled up in a limp hairy heap in the cage beside her. Perhaps then, the torment he had felt all his life from all the beautiful, yet unobtainable bitches just like her, would cease, and later, when the hormone was completely tested for controlled consumption, he would be able to start a new life. Right now, he wanted to get near her and explore her body to the fullest so that he would know her true capacity before starting any of the tests. His hands involuntarily trembled with subdued excitement in anticipation of kneading and probing at her soft resilient flesh and watching it gave way under the pressure of his strong firm fingers. But first, he would have to coax her into taking the strong sedative that he had stirred into the orange juice, after that his task would be easy and quite enjoyable.

"Come now Lisa... Nell will be disappointed if I have to take the tray back untouched."

Lisa relaxed a little when he spoke, thinking that at least the menacing, moronic look had left his face. But she didn't relax completely for she knew now that he was so sly and quick that she was unable to predict his reactions.

"N-N-Nell," she stammered, "she knows I'm locked up downs here?"

"Of course she does. Nell knows everything that goes on around Brookdale. That's part of her job." He paused and glowered across at her, letting the full impact of her helplessness sink in. He could see her eyes completely dilated with fear now as she wondered how many others were participating in the inhuman conspiracy.

"W-W-Where's my aunt? Does she... does she..."

"Oh come now Lisa. How do you expect me to divulge all this private information to you when you don't seem to want to cooperate with me even in the slightest extent. Drink your orange juice, at least, and perhaps we can continue the conversation."

Lisa obediently gulped down the orange juice and winced as the tangy liquid burned at the back of her throat, now hoarse and raw from sobbing. She had to find out what her chances were of escape for she still had some hopes of getting out, though with each minute that pawed they were getting dimmer and more futile.

Dr. Quinn watched her drain the last drops from the glass and seemed satisfied for the moment.

"Your aunt is ill... or shall we say a bit incapacitated at the moment. From what Nell told me at breakfast, she's apparently stumbling around her room in a drugged stupor... brought on by a strong dose of Heroin. I wouldn't lean too heavily on seeking her help, if that was what you were thinking of. You may be in for a big disappointment. "H-H-eroin... not Aunt Thea, she couldn't..."

Lisa's voice trailed off as she stared at him with disbelieving eyes, but from the steady, sure way he looked back at her, she knew he must be telling the truth. Besides, what possible reason would he have to lie to her now that he had her trapped with no conceivable way of escape? Still, it was hard to believe that her haughty aunt would get herself into a position so helpless as drug addiction. She shuddered, thinking of how the drug could so completely tear down a person's mental and physical being, in most cases, to the point of no return. What hidden despair could have driven her to such a desperate position?

Lisa could remember the movies shown in her biology class at school that profoundly demonstrated the physical deterioration of real life addicts going through different stages of addiction and withdrawal. The last segment of the study had shown a woman completely nude with the entire surface of her body scarred from the constant insertion of a hypodermic needle. This particular victim had been taking three regular injections a day before she was arrested, and had told the authorities that when a needle wasn't available, she would cut into her veins with a razor blade to insure quick absorption of the drug. After years of this mutilation, gradually all of her veins collapsed except the jugular, and she had to carry a special card around with her in case of an accident where she might need an emergency transfusion. The poor woman, now more a vegetable than human, had finally resorted to prostitution and theft to support her habit, and lived in constant fear that she might not be able to get the next fix.

The thought of the destroyed woman in the film had sickened Lisa at the time, and would remain burned in her memory for ever, as she realized what devastating effects heroin could have on the human body. Until today, this woman was how she had always pictured drug addicts... as the down and out misfits of society, but now, there was the frightening reality of addiction hitting in her family, and to make matters even worse, at a time when Thea was her last immediate hope for escape.

Dr. Quinn walked over to the chimp's cage and inspected the debris left by the two wildly copulating monkeys, shaking his head in disgust. Rocco, the male chimp, now subdued and exhausted from his tremendous physical exertion, was feeding quietly on some decaying vegetables, showing no signs of interest in the dead female chimp whose body remained stiffened in a grotesque kneeling position.

"Garth! Come back here and clean up this mess," he called out to some unseen person around the corner.

Lisa could hear an awkward shuffling sound approaching them, then froze in terror as the most ugly man she had ever seen in her life, came lumbering around the corner. He didn't even look human, and his entire body covered with black, wiry hair except for a few bare patches on his cheeks. The frightening monster that Dr. Quinn called Garth did not notice her as he obediently approached his master to do the task at hand.

"I want you to put Rocco back in his cage and take Gina's body out to the furnace for burning," he said coldly.

Shock registered on the brute's face upon hearing his master's command, then he ran over to the cage and peered through the bars.

"G-G-Gina? Is Gina hurt?" he asked incredulously, entering the cage and kneeling beside the dead primate. He put his clumsy over-sized hand on her face and turned it gently towards him until he could see the blank, open eyes staring up at him.

"Gina... ? Gina girl, what's wrong?" He didn't seem to comprehend that she was dead, and continued to mumble pleading sounds to her until Dr. Quinn impatiently interrupted the pathetic scene before him.

"Gina is dead, Garth. She can't hear you, now or ever, so stop that babbling and take her out to the furnace, the stench is overwhelming."

Garth leaned over and lovingly picked up the limp hairy ball of fur, craddling her gently in his arms. When he looked over towards Dr. Quinn with disbelief and sadness, Lisa could see tears streaming unchecked from the dimwit's eyes, and at that moment, even with all his inhuman ugliness, he reminded her of a young child crying over a dead pet. Seeing this, her heart went out to him with compassionate sympathy for it was clear that he had a very low mentality, and even though he must possess a tremendous brute strength, was certainly no match for the sly Dr. Quinn. He bent his head low, trying to hide his tears, then walked slowly past the doctor and disappeared around the corner with his dead pet.

Lisa let the air release slowly from her lungs in relief now that the maimed animal was no longer in her sight, then leaned back down on the mattress, pressing the side of her hot swollen face against the cool fabric. Her whole body had a strange floating feeling, giving her a sensation of a new weightlessness and freedom. She had the sudden impulse to laugh as a surge of exhilaration and well-being saturated her mind, and though she could give no reason for this great release from the feeling of dread, she vaguely realized that some strange substance had taken control of her consciousness. She rolled over on her back and stretched her long tanned legs to their fullest length, curling and uncurling her toes against the hard pressure of her sandals. No longer caring about Dr. Quinn or his presence, she pulled her graceful arms up into the air, then let them fall limply back on the mattress over her head. This great wonderful feeling of total relaxation was now completely absorbing her mind and body, untieing all of her tensed muscles and releasing all fear from her mind. She was grateful for life and for being alive, able to enjoy the cool comfort of her very own special privacy. Gradually, her hate for Dr. Quinn was slowly facing into a mellowed tolerance for him and for the unnatural cruelty that possessed him.

In her drugged state, Lisa had no way of realizing what a seductive lust-inciting picture she made, sprawled back on the mattress with her legs hanging loosely apart. A faint smile curved her bud-shaped lips slightly up in a cupid expression and her silken golden hair was softly framing her face, falling freely around her head and back onto the mattress. Her spine arched slightly pressing her shoulders against the mattress, and bringing her firm rounded breasts up to two pulsating peaks of tempting flesh.

From where he stood, Dr. Quinn had been cautiously observing Lisa's gradual transition from a frightened, cowering girl to a deliciously seductive creature, completely releasing herself from fear or inhibition. He knew that she was now ready for his examination, and was just about to enter the case when he heard Garth shuffling back into the laboratory.

"Go upstairs and help Nell for a while Garth. I'll ring for you later," he called across the room to him.

Garth nodded his head, and without a word desolately plodded back towards the stairway, closing the door behind him.

Dr. Quinn unlocked the cage door with trembling, eager hands, and crawled into the cage, kneeling over the luscious beautiful girl with lustful anticipation, then lowered his hands and slowly cupped them over her firm, up-thrust breasts, gently squeezing and releasing at them, taking thorough delight in their youthful buoyancy. The smile remained softly curved on Lisa's lips as she stared up at the ceiling out of the cage, now totally enslaved by the drug, unable to consciously defend was free, drifting into another world, unaware of her body from his sensual manipulations. Her mind right or wrong... or the here and now, but in total submission to the titillating sensations coming from the rigid nipples of her breasts. The soft torturing sensations growing outward from the burning center of her fleshy mounds began to melt and spread over the rest of her body, enveloping her completely with burning desire.

Her body was loose and yielding beneath him, and she showed no sign of protest when he reached his hand up under her dress and ran his fingers over the smooth surface of silken skin on her inner thighs. Her youthful flesh was incredibly firm, yet soft and giving, and warm. The warmth increased as his fingers drew nearer to her nylon-covered crotch, now generating hot impulses from the deep passages of her cunt. His trembling fingers grazed softly over the tightly stretched nylon and he could feel the downy pubic hairs matting together, providing a natural cushion that sloped into a darkened triangular area at the gates of her inner softness. Shiny strands of pubic hairs had strayed from under the nylon leg band of her panties and curled forward around the elastic, lightly grazing the side of his hands as he dug his fingers under the band and began probing the soft moistness at the outer folds of her vagina. He massaged his fingers around and around in her unprotected openness, first stroking and pulling lightly at the top of her soft pubic mound then gradually working them into the now wet and well-lubricated slit of her cunt.

The moist tender lips between her open thighs gave way under the pressure of his probing finger and their ragged edges curled hungrily around the tip of his middle finger as it slowly forced its way deeper inside of her. Dr. Quinn marveled down at her loveliness that was now partially exposed. Her dress had hiked up to her narrow hour-glass waist, uncovering the smooth white flesh of her thighs and hips. She was the total picture of innocence.

Her eyes fluttered and her smile loosened as his thick firm finger made its way deeper and deeper into her inner passages. He could feel her buttocks tighten beneath her as his manipulations grew more intense and his finger snaked its way even further into her hot throbbing hole until it had gone as deep as its length would permit.

A small moan hissed from her lips as the pressure of his knuckle pressed against the rising bud of her exposed clitoris. Her dream-like state was rocked to its foundations with hot longing as the sensation spread from her clitoris and rippled up her trembling belly and out to the rigid pointed nipples of her pulsating tits.

By now, the narcotic had complete control of her mind, releasing all inhibitions, and giving all power to her body's demanding desires. Dr. Quinn could see her strong reaction to the drug and he knew that he would now be able to do anything he wanted to her without protest or struggle. The very sight of her responding so openly to his grinding finger filled his own body with a lust and craving burning desire, more powerful than he had ever felt before in his entire life. Hopefully, he grabbed down at his crotch to feel if there was any life between his legs, then gasped in disbelief.

His cock was slightly rigid!

Hurriedly, he began to remove all of his clothing, not wanting to loose the spontaneity of the moment or the precious rigidity of his usually dormant cock.

The void left in her vagina when he removed his finger further incited Lisa's craving, straining body. She arched her back and pushed her lush hips up at him, opening her legs wide apart and exposing the soft, pink lips of her throbbing pussy. They seemed to be begging to him like a small mouth pleading in unfulfilled torment. Her shoulders were dug deep into the mattress and her face was flushed with a deep red tone from the intense strain of her muscles. Her fingers curled down to her loin and pulled aside the crotch band of her panties in lewd invitation.

As he looked down upon her pleading form, Dr. Quinn could stand no longer the intense, white-hot desire building up inside of him and he threw himself over her, not waiting to remove his shoes and socks. The impact of his body crushing down on hers, smashed her curved back flat against the mattress as his half-rigid cock partially imbedded itself into the outer folds of her lust dilated cunt.

Lisa moaned and undulated her hips hungrily forward towards his prick, trying desperately to suck it deeper inside of her. She could feel its spasmodic throbbing against the entrance of her vagina, wildly straining to plunge itself deeper into her hot, liquid depths. The animal part of her body was building her cravings to a peak of frenzied agonizing torture and she unconsciously kicked her legs out wide to the side and tightly wrapped them around his jerking hips to give his frail cock greater access to her hot wet pussy.

He held himself over her, bracing his weight on the flat of his palms, and he could clearly see the agony and want in her face, now contorted from her efforts to force him inside her, with her pink lips pulled tightly back over her even, white teeth in a pained smile of frustration.

At that moment he wished he owned the largest stiffest cock in the world so that he could plunge it up into her quivering belly till she choked in pain. But, his strong desire to punish her and all the proud bitches of her kind that had humiliated him all of his life by their rejection could not be fulfilled by the useless limp prick that even now was bending against the soft flesh of her open loins... unable to make a firm entrance. His frustrations and hate burst forth and he began to blindly rip away the cotton dress that covered her breasts until it lay in shreds around her still straining body.