“Her mother and father found out and kept her a prisoner in their house. The gargoyle must have missed her so much that he came down to the village and started chanting to her. The father tried sending the gargoyle away, but he refused to go. He came back every night, and the young woman cried and begged her parents to let her go to him. Finally, the mother could no longer watch her daughter’s heart breaking every night, and told her husband they’d have to let her go to him, with the hope that one day, she’d get over him.”
Rosemary gave a little gasp, and then nodded for Joseph to carry on.
“The father said if the daughter wanted the gargoyle that badly, then the gargoyle could come into the house. He wasn’t about to let the gargoyle take her up the mountain where all the other male gargoyles would have had her in one of their orgies. So, the mother told her daughter to go to her bedroom, and she let the gargoyle in.
“The daughter started singing to him and the gargoyle came to her. This disgusted the mother and father, at first, as they sat in the kitchen listening to their daughter happily singing along with the gargoyle’s song and lovemaking. However, the singing eventually aroused the girl’s parents so much that they had to have sex right there on the kitchen floor.”
Joseph noticed the look of astonishment on Rosemary’s face. “The gargoyle heard them both trying to sing, and came and chanted to them, as did the daughter. The gargoyle made love to the mother, and the daughter went to her father. He couldn’t resist her and he took her there on the floor. They both knew it was wrong, but the chanting drove them all sex crazy, and they couldn’t have stopped themselves if they had wanted to. That happened a few times before the father decided to move into the village, for his daughter’s sake, because neither he nor his wife could resist the chanting when the gargoyle came calling.”
Joseph shrugged his shoulders. “So you might want to think twice about taking Miss Burrows up the mountain to meet them,” he suggested with a gleam in his eyes.
“Rosemary can look after herself, can’t you, my love?” Henry kissed her on her cheek. “I don’t think we’ll be spellbound by singing apes. Anyway, that’s why we hired you; it will be your job to look after Rosemary.”
“If that’s what you want,” Joseph said with a grin. “I’ll look after her as if she were my own daughter.”
“So, when is the best time to see these gargoyles?” Rosemary asked with a wicked smirk. “I can’t wait to see what they look like.”
“If we leave now, we should catch them coming back from their daily foraging. They don’t eat meat––thank goodness–
–they feed on fruit and leaves.”
“I’m ready, if you are,” Henry said as he stood. “What do we need?”
“Your notepad, tape recorder, and earplugs,” Joseph answered with a grin.
“Okay, let’s go.” Henry helped Rosemary up and out of the tent; they hugged and kissed with delight. “This could be the biggest adventure we’ve ever been on!”
“This is my first adventure, and I’m really looking forward to it,” Rosemary giggled. “I’m so glad you brought me now.” They kissed again.
“Shh … I think I can see one,” Joseph whispered.
Rosemary broke away from her kiss to look where Joseph was pointing. “Oh my God, I can see one, too!” Somehow they had moved further up the mountain, away from the campsite, to a rocky part of the mountainside. She never bothered to ask how they got there, because sitting on a boulder, no more than forty yards away, was an ape-like creature looking down on them.
Henry got out his small binoculars that he had hidden under his shirt, nearly dropping them in his eagerness. “My God, I’ve never seen an ape like that before!” He zoomed in on the creature. “It’s exactly as Joseph described to us.”
“Henry, let me have a look.” Rosemary snatched the binoculars from him. “Well, it’s no gargoyle––that’s for sure, it has no wings.” The ape stood up on two legs, and walked awkwardly across the boulder to have a better look at them. “It has no tail, either.” The ape gave a cooing sound, then turned and walked off on all fours. “He’s definitely a male; his testicles are swinging just like a chimpanzee’s on those wildlife programs you watch.”
Henry was writing it all down in his notepad. “We’ve got to get closer, quick, before he goes.”
“He’s going nowhere.” Joseph pointed: “They live in a cave just over that ridge. I think he’s gone to tell the tribe we are here.”
“Can you get us closer to them?” Henry had already started climbing further.
“I think you’d better give me the binoculars and recorder to hide in my pocket.” Joseph took them as the three climbed the mountain. “And, you should put your ear plugs in.” Joseph smirked, as they both ignored his advice. “Well, have it your way; I have warned you both a couple of times.”
When they were within ten yards of the boulder, the ape had returned.
“He’s back,” Joseph spoke just above a whisper, “and he’s got two friends. I think the big grey one is the alpha male.” The three apes sat on the boulder looking at them. “Just take it easy and they’ll let you into their group.”
“They look like the three wise monkeys sitting there,” Henry said without taking his eyes off them. “Joseph, have you got the recorder on?”
“Yes sir, it’s recording.”
“Rosemary, how tall do you think they are?”
“Difficult to tell with them sitting down, they’ve got big arms and bodies, but short legs.” And, as if to show her how long his legs were, the alpha male stood up and held his hand out to them, with his palm turned down. “I’d say he’s no more than five feet tall.”
“Yeah,” agreed Henry, “and I don’t think their cocks are as big as the villagers said they were.”
“You can’t tell,” Rosemary was looking at the base of the gargoyle’s hairy belly where a pouch was hanging just above the alpha’s testicles. “It’s just like a dog … you are always surprised at how big and reddish-pink a dog’s erection is.” She had no idea why she thought that; it just popped into her head.
“The alpha is holding his hand out in a greeting,” Joseph interrupted them. “When the hand turns down, like he’s showing you, it’s for you to go and touch your knuckles with his––like a handshake.”
“Wow … Joseph, make sure you get all this on tape, I’m going up there.” Henry crept around the boulder and touched knuckles with the alpha male. He looked around and saw that the whole tribe was coming to greet him. “Rosemary, I can see about twenty of them, young and old.” The other two males used the back of their hands to stroke Henry’s face, making the same cooing sound as the alpha. “This is amazing, they’re so friendly.”
The alpha male looked at Rosemary, held out his hand to her, and began to chant––wooing her. Rosemary, who was still standing close to Joseph and the tape recorder, was doing a commentary on what was happening and on what Henry was saying to her. She didn’t notice Joseph putting his earplugs in, or that the alpha male had slid down the boulder and was wobbling on two legs up to her, with his hand still held out.
“Miss Burrows, you’d better hold your hand out like he is doing.”
Rosemary did as she was instructed, and the alpha cooed to her as they touched knuckles; she kept talking for the recorder. “Yes, they are about five feet tall. I have an alpha male right here in front of me, his body is covered in grey hair, but the others have black hair.” The alpha stroked her face. “They have big hands and fat fingers, their feet don’t have a big toe, it’s like a thumb, which makes their feet look more like hands.” Rosemary looked at the pouch at the base of his belly, and could see the head of his penis starting to creep out. She gave a big sigh and went on commentating. “They have pot bellies, and,” she gasped, “oh my God!––they have big cocks, just like the villagers said!” Rosemary stared at it growing longer, and then raising. She didn’t hear Joseph talking to her, his voice seemed far away.
“
Miss Burrows, if I were you I’d undo your belt.” Joseph undid it for her. “They’ll snap it, taking it off.” She gave a moan. Joseph watched her gently catch hold of the alpha’s penis.
“His cock’s got to be about nine inches long, maybe more, and I can barely get my hand around it, it’s so thick,” Rosemary murmured in a trance-like state.
When Joseph asked her to step out of her shorts, she did, as if it was the most natural thing to do. Rosemary looked up as she heard more chanting and saw the other two males coming toward her. They wobbled on two legs, holding their hands out in friendship, and both had huge erections waving from side to side of their bellies. “There are two more males coming to greet me. Oh, my God, Henry, you’ve got to see this.”
Joseph was undoing her blouse quickly. “I’d take this off if I was you, or they will.”
Rosemary held out her hand and the two males touched knuckles with her, then went to each side of her and started stroking her face. She looked for Henry and saw a crowd taking him away. Rosemary heard Joseph ask her to take her panties off, quickly, but it was too late; the alpha caught hold of them and snapped them like a piece of cotton, and tossed them away. Rosemary tried to carry on commentating, but all that came out of her mouth was a humming sound. She felt, and heard, Joseph telling her to take her bra off, but no sooner had Joseph undone her bra, the two males caught hold of each end and snapped it.
“Ooh mmmy God!” She stood there with only her socks and running shoes on. Through the corner of her eye, she could see Joseph picking up her broken bra and panties, mumbling that he told her they would rip her clothes off. She stood there smiling, not feeling threatened in any way. They fascinated her. The apes found her a grassy place and laid her down. Again, Rosemary tried to ask Joseph what was happening. “Jooo … I’m … mm...”
“It’s all right, Miss Burrows, I’ve got the recorder on.” Joseph sat a couple of yards away. “They won’t hurt you, and I’ll be here all the time, looking after you as Henry would, waiting to take you back to camp.” He looked up over the ridge where Henry had gone. “When your boyfriend has finished his research,” he added, smirking knowingly.
Rosemary looked up at the alpha male standing over her, singing to her. She sang back to him and he knelt down between her legs, just like in the story Joseph had told her. The alpha stroked her thighs, while the other two fondled her breasts. She felt the alpha’s thick finger enter her, and she sang louder. When he replaced his finger with his huge cock, she gave herself to him, willingly, and he made love so slowly she cried out with pleasure.
When he finally reached his climax, she hardly had time to get her breath back before the next one was turning her over, onto her knees. He was in no hurry, either. He made love to her leisurely, as if there was a prize for the one who took the longest to orgasm. Rosemary tried to make a mental note to say how long they could keep up their big erections. The third male gently lifted her onto his lap and eased her slowly onto his pulsing shaft. Rosemary could only smile at Joseph sitting there beaming back at her, watching their every move as if he were enjoying it as much as she was.
“Are you all right, Miss Burrows?” She sang something back to him with her big smile and a nod of the head. “I’m here when you’re ready, but I’m in no hurry.” Joseph gave a little laugh. “Ha, and you were quite right, Miss Burrows, they are nothing like a gargoyle. They are more like a sloth, the slow way they are making love to you.”
Rosemary sighed contentedly.
“And, a gargoyle wouldn’t have let me watch over you like this. He would have killed me, raped you, and dumped your body somewhere. Gargoyles are in nightmares; these loving, tender, horny apes are what dreams are for, don’t you agree with me, Special Agent Rosemary Burrows?”
She nodded as the alpha male penetrated her again, with the other two chanting to her and stroking her ever so gently. She tried to tell Joseph that they were so tender––the apes were the perfect lovers––but all she could do was sing his name. “Ooh … oooh … Josephhh...”
“You’ll have to speak louder, Miss Burrows, I have my earplugs in.”
Chapter36
B
eep-beep, went Burrows’ alarm clock. Beep-beep. She was up before it beeped a third time. Monday morning, she thought as she got out of bed and went about her daily routine of getting ready for work––a quick pee, wash her face, put her dressing gown on, pick up the morning paper from the apartment door, then coffee and toast.
She was halfway through a good yawn as she entered the kitchen. She took a step back in shock as she saw two mugs, and a pen and writing pad on the table; she knew they weren’t there when she went to bed last night. She looked back down the hallway to her bedroom. My gun, she thought, as she listened to hear if anyone else was in her apartment. She took a quick look around her kitchen––no one––however, she noticed someone had written a message on the pad. Slowly she picked up the pad and read the letter.
Dear Miss Burrows: Don’t panic! There hasn’t been anyone in your apartment, just me in your dreams. You wrote this letter for me in the early hours of this morning. You won’t remember doing it, so don’t try.
You’ve asked me to be part of your team, and I have accepted your offer. You are a profiler and you’ve been trying to get into my head to see what makes me tick. So, it’s only fair that I got into your head to see if I can unquestioningly trust you.
Rosemary flopped down in the chair, wondering how he had gotten into her dreams. I’ve never met him. She read on: I want you to know you can trust me, I won’t do it again, I promise you. If we are going to work together, we must have trust. I can imagine you are thinking you’ve got to resign now that I’ve got into your head, but don’t worry, the Bureau’s secrets are still safe, as are yours. I just wanted to check you out.
Rosemary shot up out of her chair. Oh, my God, if the Bureau finds out, they’ll demote me to a desk job. No––they won’t even let me do that; too much information will go across my desk. I’ll be back doing traffic. She was nearly in tears when she read the rest.
There’s no need for anyone to know that I’ve been in your dreams. Only you and I know, so let’s keep it that way. Don’t even think of telling Alice. I will continue to work with you through Alice as planned. I know you are ambitious and want to climb to the top, and I’m sure I can help you to achieve your goals.
So, I hope you’ll forgive me for entering your dreams. And you now know what it’s like—it’s just a silly dream. I never left my bed and you were safely tucked in yours until I got you up and walked you in your sleep so you could write this letter for me. Now you know how I work, and if I were you, I’d probably burn this letter.
I suppose you are wondering how we met? I bumped into you in the shopping centre when you went to see that plaque.
Signed ... Joseph Lopez, a.k.a. the Magic Man.
So, that’s how he did it, thought Rosemary. But who’s Joseph Lopez? That can’t be his name. Her mind was all mixed up with what was going on. He wouldn’t tell me who he is. She looked at the letter.
PS. You were right, Miss Burrows, there are no such creatures as gargoyles. “What the hell? Gargoyles?” she said out loud. At the mention of gargoyles, Joe allowed the dream she’d had last night to come rushing back to her. “Oh my God, no!” Disgusted, she crumpled the letter and threw it on the table.
He had a fantasy with me. Her heart was racing so hard she thought she was going to faint. She sat back down, tears building up. He took me and Henry to Peru, and Joseph Lopez was our guide. Oh no! It suddenly dawned on her that Joseph must have been Old Joe in the other people’s fantasies––he must be the Magic Man. God, it was so real. She started to recall her dream, and had a picture in her mind of how Joseph Lopez looked. He had acted so innocently in her dream. Henry had to go to Peru to check out an unknown species of ape. That’s just what Henry would have wanted to do, that is his job, but how would Joe know that? Rosemary shook her head in disbelief as the rest of th
e dream flashed before her. Joe sat there holding my clothes while three horny apes fucked the hell out of me. She laughed and sniffed back a tear. The dream was so weird, bizarre, and yet sexy. He’s shown me how his fantasies work, I couldn’t say no to the apes. I played along with his fantasy and … I think I enjoyed it. Warmth spread throughout her body.
“Oh, Henry, I’m so sorry,” she mumbled, as if she had actually been unfaithful to him.
Rosemary picked up the letter, smoothed it out, and read where Joe said not to tell anyone—keep it a secret and he would work with her. Rosemary was finding excuses to forgive him as she thought deeper into her dream. Joe had wanted to show her how his fantasies were just silly dreams, and why Barbara Hodges’ fantasy seemed so real to her. Suddenly, Burrows was in a more positive mood, nodding agreement with her reasoning. She was smiling with relief as she worked out why Joe had visited her. More positive thoughts came to her now that Joe had shown her how gifted he truly was.
It really was true, if the Magic Man stayed out of her dreams and worked with her, there was no end to the cases they could solve with a gift like his. She had so many cases to keep him busy that he’d have no time to help out other departments. Her mind went from one to another, and how Joe could get into the minds of criminals to find out where they hid the bodies, the money, and why they committed the crimes. She convinced herself to keep his visit a secret. She had no idea that all of it was what Joe had told her subconscious she should feel about this new experience.
“Okay, Joe, let’s do it,” she was talking to the letter. “We’ll be like Sherlock Holmes and Watson—no assignment is too hard to solve. Even Sherlock Holmes had an addiction, I guess yours is dream walking.”
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