But the swinging door did fill me with curiosity. I was half-tempted to go after whatever it was that had made the door move, but I decided against it. There was no point going out of my way to find trouble.
I returned my attention to the task at hand and led Marco down the hall to the right of the desk. We passed several closed wooden doors but soon found ourselves in another room dominated by a similar, but smaller, reception desk marked “Security”. There were a number of doors leading off from this room as well, but one in particular caught my attention. The door was open and I could see that one of the walls consisted of a grid of small, old-fashioned television monitors.
“This way,” I said, leading Marco into the room.
There was a long metal desk positioned in front of the monitors and a number of chairs pushed under the desk. The desk had a number of light bulbs and switches built into it, with old-fashioned knobs and large telephone receivers resting on cradles built into the top. None of the lights were on on the switchboard, and all of the monitors were gray and silent. I tried playing with a few switches, but nothing happened. I picked up one of the telephone receivers and listened but there was no tone.
“Well that’s disappointing,” I said, setting down the receiver with a sigh.
So much for my big adventure.
I looked around the room and felt my excitement return. Off to the side of the room was an old reel-to-reel projector on a wheeled stand, and beside the stand was a chair. The projector was aimed at a large blank space on the wall and plugged into an outlet. It looked completely out of place.
I rushed over and examined the projector. There was an almost full reel and an almost empty reel. It appeared as if whoever had last used it had been interrupted at the very beginning. I found what appeared to be an on switch, though the markings had worn off. I pushed the switch and the projector hummed to life. The wheels began to turn, and a white light beamed through the film, displaying a somewhat grainy black and white image on the wall.
It took me a moment to understand what I was seeing, but I soon recognized the observation room outside of the laboratory, the room that Dr. Hobart had trapped me in. An attractive woman in a white lab coat with blonde hair was writing on a clipboard. Behind her was a row of cages. The cage closest to her was empty, though a large dark shape was moving in the cage behind that one. The angle made it difficult to see exactly what was happening.
I watched the woman for a minute and then rested my hands on the back of the chair and leaned against it. Marco put his large hand on my hip but I brushed it aside, not wishing to be distracted.
Shadows appeared in the scene and then two soldiers appeared, leading a Mole in chains.
“Savages,” I muttered, shaking my head. I couldn’t believe they were treating it like an animal.
The soldiers opened the door of the cage and pushed the Mole inside. One soldier held a gun pointed at the Mole while the other undid its chains and then quickly exited the cage. They shut the cage door and locked it.
The woman smiled at the soldiers as they left and for the next couple of minutes continued to write on her clipboard. I was starting to get bored, but the woman suddenly looked up and glanced furtively around the room, an odd expression on her face. She moved over to the cage and stood in front of the lock. She looked over her shoulder one more time and then her shoulders and arms moved with quick, subtle motions. She turned away from the cage, standing with her back to it, once again writing on her clipboard.
“Holy shit!”
I fumbled with the projector until I found the pause button. I squinted up at the still image.
The lock was now visibly open.
“The soldiers didn’t forget to lock it,” I said out loud. “She unlocked it on purpose!”
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I hit the play button to resume the film and watched with bated breath as the Mole reached through the bars and quietly removed the lock from the door. The Mole looked directly at the camera and then slowly swung the cage door open and slipped out, stretching up to its full height. The woman — Rosie — continued to write on her clipboard, pretending ignorance. I watched, hand held over my mouth, knowing but dreading what I would see.
Marco cupped his hands around my buttocks, squeezing, but this time I ignored him, too absorbed by the film to try to stop him.
With a sudden, blindingly fast lunge, the Mole was on top of Rosie. The clipboard flew from her hands as the beast-man bore her down, tearing at her clothes. It shredded her lab coat and dress like tissue paper and then snapped the straps of her bra and ripped down her underwear. Rosie made it look as though she were struggling, but the ape-man quickly overpowered her and forced her down to her hands and knees. It was obvious at that point that even if Rosie had struggled she wouldn’t have been able to stop what was coming next.
Marco slid one of his hands between my thighs, grazing my labia with his fingertips, but I was too engrossed by Rosie’s plight to interrupt him.
The Mole in the film hovered behind Rosie, keeping her pinned down with one broad hand across her milky white back. When she made another pretense at resistance, the Mole gave her a series of short, sharp smacks on the bottom. Rosie’s face scrunched up with pain but she quickly became submissive, yielding to the man-ape as it maneuvered its long, thick, dark cock into position. Rosie dropped her head, bracing herself for entry.
Marco rubbed his finger between my labia, curling it upward to caress my pearl. I bent forward slightly, spreading my legs to make the angle easier for him. The Mole in the video forced its cock into Rosie, baring its teeth in a grunt. Rosie’s head jerked up, her mouth and eyes opened wide in a silent gasp. At that very moment, Marco pushed his finger inside of me, synchronizing his penetration with Rosie’s penetration with such uncanny timing that for a moment I felt like I was Rosie. I let out a little moan, shivering, and glanced back at him over my shoulder, wondering if he’d intentionally imitated the events of the movie. Marco didn’t appear to be paying any attention to the flashing images on the wall; instead, he’d pulled back my lab coat and was staring with rapt attention at my posterior as he moved his thick finger in and out of my vagina.
I turned my attention back to the video, watching as the Mole slammed its cock into Rosie. Its hands were wrapped around her narrow shoulders, holding her firmly in place as it rhythmically slapped its pelvis against her backside. Rosie was alternately crying out and biting her lower lip, her eyes closed and her brow furrowed in a look that might have been either pain or ecstasy — and probably a little bit of both.
I was moaning out loud by this point, feeling waves of pleasant sensations coursing up and down the length of my body. I was very wet, and Marco’s finger was now sliding in and out of my pussy with ease, making me tingle with every thrust. Suddenly his broad hand was splayed across my back and I felt myself being pushed over the back of the chair. I put out my hands with a gasp of surprise, bracing them against the wooden seat. My ass was pointing up at the sky, my hips balanced over the back of the chair as I struggled to maintain my grip on the floor with the tips of my toes.
“Marco!” I cried, protesting somewhat at the forcefulness of his actions.
But it was too late for words. Marco grunted loudly and forced his rigid, swollen crown into my pussy.
I groaned, clinging to the chair as Marco shoved in his long, thick cock. He struck my cervix, making me jerk with a start at the sensitivity, and then he was drawing back, getting ready for another thrust.
“Be gentle!” I ordered, still scrambling for a toehold.
Marco moderated his enthusiasm and worked himself in and out, loosening me up with calm, steady strokes. He held me down with one hand and used the other to fondle and squeeze my buttocks.
I looked up at the wall where the movie was playing. The Mole in the video was still fucking Rosie vigorously, rutting her with the unselfconscious abandon of an animal mating. Rosie’s fingers were arched against the floor, the muscles of her arms tense, her
mouth hanging open in one long, uninterrupted, silent moan. Marco was ravaging my pussy with his muscular thrusts, giving my buttocks sharp little spanks. I felt my first orgasm crash down on me like a tidal wave. My whole body began violently shaking and trembling, clenching with rhythmic spasms around his massive cock. I groaned loudly, pulsating as dizzying waves of pleasure washed through me.
When the pulsations finally subsided, I lifted my head and resumed watching the video. The action had changed. Rosie was no longer being mercilessly punished, but was crouched down in front of the Mole, her head and shoulders rising and falling rapidly as she gave the Mole head. The Mole was half-sitting on the floor, one leg stretched out, one hand on the back of her head, guiding her. Marco had resumed his steady, rhythmical fucking, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I had my second orgasm.
Rosie suddenly straightened up, pushed the Mole down onto its back on the floor, and climbed on top. I watched in fascination as she guided the Mole’s massive, glistening cock into her cunt and impaled herself on it. She rested her hands on the Mole’s sturdy chest and arched her back, throwing back her head as she rapidly raised and lowered herself on its pole.
Marco pushed his cock in as far as it would go, stimulating my deep erogenous zone, just above my cervix. At the same time, he massaged my clitoris with his finger, rubbing it with firm, circular strokes. The double sensation was almost more than I could bear.
“Marco, Marco,” I cried breathlessly.
I felt a massive orgasm building. I was almost delirious, biting my lip, letting my eyes wander over the scene in the movie. Rosie’s whole body suddenly jerked upright, shaking like a leaf, her head was thrown back in a cry as her buttocks clenched and unclenched. The Mole’s pelvis was jerking and bucking up inside of her, its hands circled around her waist, holding her tight as its nuts coiled and its long cock pumped several powerful bursts of semen into her vagina. Rosie’s pussy overflowed and the Mole’s thick white spunk began to run down from inside of her.
In that moment, something burst deep in my core. I moaned loudly and squirted all over Marco’s cock, spraying him with my juices. Marco growled with excitement and began thrusting even more frantically, slipping his steely pole feverishly in and out of my clenching, dripping pussy. A deep, strained grunting sound erupted from deep inside Marco’s chest and his cock began to wildly pulsate. Cum streamed from his cock in a series of powerful, jerking spurts, quickly filling my cunt to overflowing with his fertile troglodyte seed. After a dozen heavy loads, Marco’s semen began to seep out of me and ran warm and wet and sticky down my thighs.
We stayed locked in that position for what seemed like a very long time, throbbing together as we surrendered ourselves to our ecstasy. Finally, with great reluctance, Marco pulled out, unleashing a stream of our mingled fluids.
The movie was over now and the projector whirred to a halt and turned itself off. For a minute I continued to lean over the back of the chair, breathing hard, trying to catch my breath, and then finally straightened up. My hips were sore from being pressed against the wood but it was a small price to pay for the wonderful feeling of satisfaction that was now suffusing my body. I turned to look at Marco, smiling.
I saw something moving out of the corner of my eye and turned to look just as a small Mole in a diaper appeared in the doorway.
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I gasped.
That’s Judy’s baby! I thought, perplexed. What’s it doing all the way up here?
The Mole child stared up at us with its gleaming white eyes and then turned with a squeal of laughter and darted back out of the room.
It must have been the baby that made the door swing.
Some protective, maternal impulse took over and I dashed out of the room after the child.
The baby Mole was already at the end of the hall, disappearing into the reception room. I had no idea it could move so quickly. I ran after it at full speed and rounded the reception desk just in time to see Judy’s baby slipping through a door marked with a small brass plaque labeled Cafeteria.
“Well, well, well. Look what the cat’s dragged in,” said a familiar voice.
I turned with a start. Four men in gas masks and armed with assault rifles stood in the hall leading to the elevator. The soldiers had finally caught up with us. One of the men — the captain — had his arm in a sling.
“Why are you in such a hurry, darling?” the captain continued. “Lose your pants?”
The other men laughed.
I stared at them, trying to think. If Marco came looking for me, they’d surely kill him, the way they’d killed the other Mole; and if he heard their voices he would be sure to come and investigate. But if I followed Judy’s baby, they’d probably kill him as well.
I made a snap decision and turned and dashed in the opposite direction from the door that the baby Mole had taken, grabbing the brass handles of the double wooden doors marked Auditorium.
“She’s running!” shouted one of the men.
I heard a gun being cocked and glanced back over my shoulder as I tore open the door.
One of the soldiers had raised his assault rifle and had it pointed at me, but the captain knocked it down with his hand.
“Our orders are to apprehend her,” he snapped.
The other men were already thumping across the rug in pursuit.
I slipped through the door and ran as fast as I could across the dusty marble floor. There was a large dark doorway to my right surrounded by an ornate sculpted brass frame. The sign standing between the door and the velvet-lined rope forming the queuing lane said: “Please wait to be seated”.
I looked down the hall at the soldiers, who were rapidly gaining on me. Their boots were thundering on the marble and would surely attract Marco’s attention. I had to lead them away as quickly as I could.
I darted into the auditorium and disappeared into almost total darkness. The marble floor had been replaced with carpet, silencing my footsteps, and began to slope steeply downward. I knew that the men would have night vision built into their hi-tech masks and that trying to hide in the darkness would be pointless.
I ran heedlessly, banging into the arm of a chair, and stumbled sideways into the padded wall and fell down, landing on the carpet. My eyes adjusted somewhat to the gloom and I realized with a gasp that the tiny white lights scattered across the ceiling were stars. The ceiling was domed and revealing a glimpse of the universe.
“Our universe is over ten billion years old,” intoned a calm, male voice over the speakers. “Our solar system is over four and a half billion years old. But the human race is barely a few million years old.”
The man’s voice was suddenly replaced with jungle sounds and what appeared to be the hoots and hollers of chimpanzees.
“But what were our ancestors like?” the voice continued. “Did they look up at the stars and wonder about their origins the way that we do? Or were they engaged in an endless war of all against all?”
The soldiers had paused at the entrance to adjust their visors and determine my location.
“There she is!” one of them cried.
I forced myself to my feet and careened down the ramp. By the time the solders’ boots were thumping down the ramp behind me, I was halfway to the far end of the auditorium. I saw a small green arrow pointing to my right and rounded a corner into an alcove with a closed door.
I slammed my shoulder into the door, forcing the rusty hinges to open, and found myself in a narrow hall. The characters “SL 2” had been painted on the wall, along with an arrow pointing toward the exit. Instead of following the exit, I turned the other direction and soon came to another door. I’d just put my hand on the latch when the men burst into the hall.
“She’s heading for the stairs,” one of them shouted.
I jerked open the door and found myself in a stairwell. I could go up, but I ran the risk of running into Marco and I wanted the soldiers as far away from him as possible. I raced down the stairs, jumping the last fe
w steps to the landing, and used my momentum and the handrail to carry me around the tight turn down the next flight. At the next landing, I burst through the doors into another narrow hall, SL 3. I could hear the boots on the stairs over my head. As great an advantage being unencumbered by gear was, I was having a hard time staying ahead of them.
I found an unmarked metal door and tried the handle. It was locked. I raced down the hall toward the next door and tried that one as well. The handle turned and I pulled the door open and lunged through, pulling the door shut behind me.
I was inside a gymnasium. The edges of the room were dark, but great pools of light from large overhead lamps illuminated circles on the parquet floor. White paint marked out the zones of a basketball court and a backboard and net hung in the air over my head on a long metal arm.
I listened, breathless, wondering if I’d lost the soldiers. There was a dull thumping sound to my left and I turned and watched as a basketball rolled across the floor to stop in front of my feet.
Oh shit.
I peered into the shadows at the far end of the gymnasium in the direction that the ball had come from. Shadowy figures with long arms and short legs were loping toward me like a troop of over-sized baboons.
As if things could get any worse.
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“No! Go back!” I hissed at the Moles in a strained voice, waving my hands as I ran toward them. “Get out of here!”
The door behind me screeched open and heavy boots hit the boards.
“There she is—” shouted one of the soldiers.
“What the hell!”
“Look at them all!”
Even heavy face masks couldn’t muffle the soldiers’ consternation.
Six Moles in total emerged from the shadows, grunting and howling at the soldiers. I stopped halfway between the Moles and the soldiers, in the very middle of the room, under a bright spotlight.
“Get away from them!” one of the soldiers shouted at me.
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