"Intrigued by Stanley's report, Sir Harry Johnston, then Governor of Uganda, questioned some pygmies he met in 1899. 'They at once understood what I meant,' he wrote, 'and pointing to a zebra-skin and a live mule, they informed me that the creature in question . . . was like a mule with zebra stripes on it.' When they showed him the elusive creature's cloven-footed tracks, Johnston changed his mind. 'I disbelieved them,' he wrote, 'and imagined that we were merely following a forest-eland.' The eland is a large African antelope. Finally, when he got hold of a skin, Johnston changed his mind yet again: 'Upon receiving this skin, I saw at once what it was—namely, a close relation to the giraffe.' This antelope - donkey - anteater - giraffe, is what we now know as the Okapi."
"From that skin, a pair of skulls, and the pygmies' tales, Johnston was able to conceive what the mysterious animal must look like. It was a strange beast. As the zoologist Bernard Heuvelmans has noted, it reminded one of those mythical creatures comprised of the body parts of various animals. It was like a large antelope but with no visible horns; it had ears similar to but larger than a donkey's; its hindquarters were striped like those of a zebra; and it had an anteater's long tongue."
"Could a more fantastical beast be imagined? They asked in Paris, Brussels and London? Few Europeans believed it existed, but Johnston's persistence paid off. In the early part of this century, the animal finally became known to science as the Okapi. Named for Johnston, Okapia johnstoni is a heavy-bodied animal with a coat of reddish chestnut, yellowish-white cheeks, and thighs ringed with alternating stripes of cream and purplish black. Johnston's last guess about this oddball creature was right—it is related to the giraffe. To bring to light a huge, unknown mammal in that century astounded the world. As one scientist had written, 'we today have no idea of the romance surrounding the discovery of the Okapi, nor of the excitement caused in natural history circles, first by the vague reports of its presence, and later by its actual finding.' In the years following the war, political upheaval has continued to cause the Mbuti to adapt their traditional way of life. Later, pressure by the Zairean government caused some Mbuti to leave the forest and live among the villagers. The ever-growing population of villagers has enticed some Mbuti to over-hunt in the forest to meet the villager's need for protein, leading to depletion of the once-rich animal population. Large areas of the forest are also being opened by gold seekers"
"However, despite the tragedy in Ituri, as well as in Virunga, the Okapi have survived. However, it seems that where ever there are Okapi, there are tales of bestial encounters in the wild with the animal, none of which have ever been proven to be true. Even just the other day, my cousin, a general in the army reported to me that recently two young white women, from Canada, nurses I believe, were rumored to have been raped by these magnificent creatures. Whether or not that story is true or not, I am not sure, but throughout the centuries there have been tales of such unions, between woman and beast, existing. Speaking as a man who has witnessed such controlled unions, during the ceremony in which our dear hostess is to take part, I can say that watching a woman and a beast such as the Okapi, is truly a very erotic site. I am sure, once you witness, or even participate, you will never look at such an animal again in the same light, for in my village, when I was a young man, I used to hear stories of young women who, after having tasted the seed of the Okapi, could never again be pleasured and satisfied as they could with a man."
With that said, the Countess was approached by one of the military men and told that all of the exhibits were now ready for the guests to enjoy. Upon hearing this news, the ambassador said no more as he leered at Michele, and poured her some more Mahala wine, the heady effects of which were only now reaching her brain. The instructions for the tour of the zoo were simple, each table, of which there were 20, was assigned a Congolese army soldier, each of whom would take the guests, for the next several hours, around the park, stopping at each of the special exhibits. The planning for such an unusual party had taken some time, as well as a great deal of secrecy, for the zoo administrators did not know that the Countess had intended on using their exhibts in such a way as the patrons and guests of the museum would soon witness. Thus, as a safety precaution, each exhibit was equipped with two Congolese soldiers, armed with tranquilizer guns to protect the females that were locked in with the beasts. The soldiers had fed some of the more exited animals downers in order to lessen the risk to the women whom were in the cages with them.
All along the paths were vendors who continued to fill and refill the alcoholic and non alcoholic refreshments of all the guests. The men were also given explicit instructions to serve the female guests Mahala laced wine, coke and water, so as to help them lose some of their inhibitions, especially when they were offered a "hands on" demonstration at the live exhibits. However, for the male guests, so as to keep their female companions in check, the men and women servers were ordered to secretly serve them non alcoholic beverages Among the rules the guests were asked to follow was that no pictures be taken, and that they only approach an animal after having been granted permission by one of the guards in the cage. The biggest fear of the Countess was that someone would do something stupid, but, after seeing the professionalism of the Congolese soldiers providing the security, as well as the fact that none of the more dangerous animals, such as the big cats and the hyenas were to be used, she was able to relax a bit as they began the tour down a path that led to the first station, the snake pit, where a African witch doctor was about to meet his first skeptic.
Upon their arrival, the guests were led into the hot and humid snake pit, where, behind the glass cages, semi naked Russian and African dancers were writhing to the sounds of a slow hypnotic tribal beat that played from a speaker. After they entered, Luc asked Michele, "What do you think?", pointing to the women in the cases snake dancing.
"A snake?" Michele said, unimpressed, "This really isn't something new. I've seen snakes before, you know. I grew up with a few."
"Ah, but not like this," the looking white faced semi-naked witch doctor said, tapping on a small glass case. The head of the snake suddenly moved and looked at them. "A King Python, I bet you've never seen anything quite like this thing before. Take a look at it."
As Michele looked, the Countess and Luc could not help but smile, for they knew what was soon to come, the witch doctor was a pro and an artist at his craft of mind control.
"It is impressive," Michele admitted as the snake suddenly turned to look at her causing a chill to go through her as she locked onto its beady eyes, which seemed to focus directly on her, "but, but... I'm glad I'm seeing it here and not in the jungle."
"I know," the witch doctor agreed. "This is the kind of snake who loves to mesmerize its prey before eating. I can believe it too. I mean, look at those eyes. Really look at them. It's like you can feel his power going into you. Just keep looking at his eyes, look at his eyes, look into his eyes, mademoiselle, look into his eyes and you can feel his power, you can feel his hypnotic power. You look into the python's eyes and you can feel his hypnotic power, you can feel it flowing into you, you can feel his power flowing into you and you can't help it. You can't help it, you feel his hypnotic power and you can't do anything to stop it. The python has ensnared you now, he has ensnared you in his eyes, his hypnotic eyes and you can't look away, you cannot look away, you can only continue to stare deeply into his hypnotic eyes."
When she was in India working for MI-6, the Countess had learned almost by accident that the belief of snakes owning hypnotic powers could be utilized to an interrogator's advantage. However, she had been planning on seducing her female guests to the taboo wonders of bestiality, the idea of the enlisting the famed witch doctor had been a masterstroke. Of course, his choice in a snake to train had been good as well. There were few things so instantly captivating as the eyes of a python and his quick induction only served to ensnare Michele more quickly. The ancient trick was obviously working, for the guests and patrons noticed that her face had suddenly slackened as she stared helplessly into the eyes of the python, her mind buzzing with fatigue as Luc's voice and the python's eyes began to lead her into a trance.
"You cannot look away, mademoiselle, you cannot look away from the eyes, from the hypnotic eyes. You can feel the hypnotic power flowing into you, hypnotizing you, hypnotizing you, you cannot fight the hypnotic power, you cannot look away, you cannot fight, you don't want to fight, you cannot fight the hypnotic power, you can only give in. Give in, mademoiselle, give in to the hypnotic power of the pyhton, give in to the power and be hypnotized, be hypnotized. You are now hypnotized, you are now hypnotized and you cannot fight back. You are hypnotized."
"I am...hypnotized," Michele heard herself murmur, as her eyes became fixated to the gaze of the python.
"Yes, my beauty, you are hypnotized. That means you cannot fight any of the commands I give you. You cannot fight any of my commands. You are hypnotized now, which means you must obey me, you must obey me, you must obey me."
"Obey...you..."
"Yes, you must do everything I say."
"Everything....you say...."
"Please mademoiselle, take off your dress. I command you to take it off."
The Countess and her guests watched in amazement as Michele slowly stood straight, her eyes still staring down at the python. She reached up and slowly began to undo her dress, letting the straps fall, revealing her beautiful that was now only clad in her white thong, garter belt, stockings, and stiletto heels.
Suddenly, the witch doctor moved forward, with the snake in his hand, and then gently began wrapping it around her neck and breasts. As Michele watched, powerless, she felt the cold rubbery skin of the snake, a creature that had always made her skin crawl, begin to wrap itself around her now sweaty body, for the snake pit was not only hot, but also very humid. After the python was coiled around her legs and breasts, the witch doctor ordered her to step forward and follow him to the python cage, where, the Countess whispered to the group that the witch doctor was going to perform a sacred ceremony the ancients called the 'purge.'
After she followed the witch doctor into the snake cage, she was ordered to lay down on a special table, similar to that of a gynecologists, as it had special stirrups, with hand shackles dangling from the ceiling. Once on the table, Michele's legs were gently strapped in by two half naked beautiful Russian concubines, and her wrists were shackled tight. As she sat there on the table she could feel the snake's tongue licking her erect nipples, as she felt her breathing become increasingly constricted from the python's tightening coil. After she was secure, the witch doctor left the cage and asked the spectators to approach. Once the men and women were close to glass, the witch doctor said to them,
"The ritual that you are about to witness is what my African ancestors called 'the purge.' The ceremony was designed to remove from a virgin what I have heard commonly referred to by Americans as a 'cherry.' The type of snake used for the ceremony usually varied widely, depending on the size of the girl, but, as the Countess has requested, for this ceremony we shall use the non-poisonous four foot long sand python, whose head and body, though wide, are by no means impossible for a woman, such as our mademoiselle, to accommodate. The python, as all snakes, are attracted by scent, and as you can see, our young lady in the cage is definitely secreting from her loins a strong and lovely essence."
Inside of the cage, Michele was immobile, under the hypnosis, and speechless, as she watched the serpent slink its way to the table. The python was, thanks to the Mahala wine, attracted to the scent of the juices that glistened on Michele's exposed and vulnerable pussy lips. Inside of her, her juices had been flowing ever since she had heard the ambassador talk about the Okapi. Her skin now glistened even more inside the oppressive heat and humidity of the snake pit, as she suddenly felt several serpent tongues on her skin tasting her sweat, the pleasure of which Michele could not help but notice, even as she was under the strange mind control of the witch doctor.
Outside of the cage, the Countess assured the group that the lovely Michele was in no danger, and that, according to the witch doctor, the pleasure that she was going to receive, was only a taste of what she and her other female guests could expect during their evening at the zoo. Meanwhile, inside the cage, the pyhton had arrived at the entrance of Michele's cunt and had begun tasting her juices. Watching and feeling the sand pyhton lick the juices of her clit, Michele could hear and feel her constricting breath, as her sweaty python coiled breasts rose and fall, as the lovely Russian girls watched on and waited for the serpent to begin its move.
For what seemed like eternity, the sand python, which is a burrowing snake, nipped and licked at Michele, the sensations of which betrayed her fear, for with every lick, her pussy dripped, as low guttural moans of pleasure poured from her throat. Soon, after about five minutes, the python made its move and pushed its bulbous head against the sticky entrance of Michele's pussy, the sensation of which suddenly caused Michele to cry out as her eyes rolled back in her head. From outside the cage, the group watched in stunned silence as the snake slowly slithered into Michele, was they watched it writhe inside her now distended womb. However, instead of stopping short, the snake continued to burrow into her pussy, coiling itself as she watched in shock from above, when suddenly the python brought its head up and once again set about hypnotizing Michele as she felt her growing inhibitions quickly dissipate.
As the python burrowed, the Congolese ambassador spoke in a slow and quiet tone, and told the group that, "In days of yore there is a talk of a hybrid of man and animal. The African literature and art of antiquity leaves no doubt about that. Pictures of winged beasts with human heads, mermaids, scorpion men, birdmen, centaurs, and many-headed monsters are all vividly painted on the walls of the stone remains of ancient African cities. My peoples have been taught that even in historical times these hybrid beings lived together in hordes, tribes, and even in larger units like peoples. They tell of specially bred hybrids who spent their existence as temple animals and seem to have been the spoiled darlings of the populace. Even the Sumerian kings and later the Assyrians reportedly hunted half men and half animals. Mysterious African texts refer to half humans and hybrids, whose remarkable existence constantly evaporates into the uncheckable realms of the mythical. Even the Jewish Talmud recounts that Eve coupled with a snake. This idea inspired many artists. A woman with well-developed breasts and a snake's tail is depicted on potsherds found at Nippur - a representation, incidentally, that is not unlike what is happening before our eyes. As I watch young Michele, I cannot help but think that, distressing as it is, the sinful side of our our past cannot be wiped out. According to present-day biological knowledge a cross between man and animals is impossible, because the chromosome count of the partners does not tally, for such mating, as we shall see later, has never produced a viable being. Yet despite the futility of such efforts and rituals, I cannot help but be turned on by the thought of watching a lovely woman, such as Michele, try to attempt the impossible."
Inside the cage, the python's length shortened, as Michele's belly grew, but despite the girth now slithering inside of her, all Michele could feel was pleasure, for the snake's movements were slow and gentle. However, before the serpent could disappear, tht Russian girls approached Michele, took hold of the last remaining foot, and then slowly and gently began extracting the now slippery beast, the sensations of which caused Michele to tremble as a slow continuous orgasm ripped through her body as her breasts and breath heaved until finally, after nearly two minutes, the python's head appeared from between Michele's legs, after which the witch doctor knelt down and tasted Michele's essence. As was expected, the python had not hurt Michele, for it was a sterile and safe animal, and its coiled girth was now where as large as it could have been had the witch doctor used a fully grown python. After the Russian girls had removed Michele from the stirrups and shackles, the witch doctor removed the python that was still wrapped tightly around her neck and chest, continuously eying Michele, keeping her in a deep trance. Once the python was removed, the witch doctor handed Michele's dress to the Russian women, after which they draped it over her head and smoothed over her now very sweaty body and led her by the hand back toward the waiting group and witch doctor, whereupon the witch doctor snapped his fingers, bringing Michele back to reality.
After Michele's eyes blinked several times, the witch doctor asked her, "so mademoiselle, do you fear snakes now?"
To which Michele replied, as she eyed a large python in another cage, "why should I be afraid of them?"
The answer of which caused all of the group to laugh and breath a sigh of relief. After which the Countess thanked the witch doctor for his demonstration, while around her the group was served more drinks as they savored the sight of the Russian and African women dancing to the tribal music that bled low through the zoo's overhead speakers. On the way out of the snake pit, Michele whispered to Luc, "What demonstration?" To which simply Luc simply smiled and then wordlessly kissed Michele deep, after which he said mischiveously said, "It was nothing, he just pulled a snake out of a tight wet hole it had burrowed into...." After which they followed the group a stable, where a group of other guests was walking away laughing and smiling.
The hypnotic spell that Michele had been under, once broken, caused her to instantly forget what had just happened to her in the snake cage. However, the hypnosis was actually designed for lowering the most immediate inhibitions and fears of an individual over a long period of time. For Michele, at the time she was hypnotized, her greatest fear was becoming sexually attracted to something more than human flesh. Now that her fear was tempered, the Countess and Luc knew that Michele would be more than willing to enjoy the rest of the exhibits and pleasures that the zoo would soon have to offer her.
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