A Raptor-ous Time in the Park
#31 of Miscellany
Just a little something to expand my writing horizons. Tried to tie it into the original movie story.
"Hammond,
that stupid arrogant fool!"
The
exclamation came from the big game hunter on the island, Robert Muldoon, hired
for his skill in tracking, trapping and shooting big game. Here on the island,
there was nothing like the normal fare he had previously contended with. Here
in this damned game preserve gone wild, where moral-less scientists created
creatures that were long extinct; here his skills were put to the test daily.
He
loved it! Working at Jurassic Park was the dream of a lifetime!
But
today's news did not have him in a very good mood. There was a group of velociraptors,
and not the small ones most people ever knew about. These creatures were on par
with a human in size, and fifty times more dangerous. They were smart, wickedly
clever, and equipped with a savage claw on each foot that could rip your guts
out.
And the
damn things were loose again.
The
park wasn't anywhere close to being open for visitors, and this was one of the
main reasons. He had told Hammond that unless these things were put into a
maximum security prison, they were going to continue to escape. And escaped
raptors were the most dangerous thing this island had to offer. Despite how
impressed he was with them, he was wise enough to know that they should really
be destroyed. There were enough dangerous sets of teeth running loose as it
was. The Tyrannosaur was one big mother, but not nearly as much trouble as her
little cousins.
"Are
the tracking collars still on?"
"No
sir. They chew them off as quickly as we can put them on. The veterinarians
said that the constant dosing of anesthetic was going to eventually kill them."
"That's
hardly important now. I told Hammond that if they got loose one more time, I
was going to shoot them." He sighed. "I'll
be back in a little while."
He
walked across the compound, his eyes alert for any sign of movement. He doubted
they were anywhere in the vicinity, but you could never tell what they were
thinking. If they could isolate just one person, they would move in for the
kill and be gone again in seconds.
He made
it to his quarters without incident, locking the door behind him. Those claws
could cut through sheet metal, but the door was much thicker. It was their
ability to figure out puzzles that impressed him, and he wasn't against
assuming that at some point they could figure out how to open doors.
He
unlocked the gun safe and pulled out his high powered rifle. He was done with
tranqs. The scientists could clone as much DNA as they wanted from the
carcasses he was going to be creating. But if they didn't construct something
to hold the new resulting batch of the little bitches, he was going to continue
to shoot them until he was either fired or the scientists gave up. It was a
fool's errand and a waste of money creating these prehistoric freaks. Unless
they intended to put them in a rubber room that was under surveillance twenty
four/seven, they just weren't worth the trouble they caused.
He
pulled down his SPAS-12 and turned it over in his hands. He was already armed
with his Colt pistol, but that was little good for much more than scaring away
the smaller, timid versions of these killing machines. The SPAS would drop them
with one shot. One shot was often all you had between you and survival with
these beasts.
He loaded
up on ammo, grabbed a couple of MK3 grenades, snatched a few other things he
thought might come in handy and was off. He picked a few men to come with him,
promising triple pay for the duration of the hunt. Even then, he was barely
able to get just three of them to accompany him. Everyone knew the reputations
of these raptors, and no one wanted to be their next victim.
The
area where they were loose was still contained, but a much larger area than
their pen, and thus finding them in the jungle was going to be problematic. A
goat was trussed up and carried on a pole, to be used later as bait. The
raptors would know it for what it was, but he was hoping that maybe, just maybe
they would get cocky. The present region they were loose in wasn't overly
populated with game, and they would be getting hungry.
The
main trick was keeping humans off the menu.
Muldoon
found a clearing and ordered the men to tie the goat in the clearest portion of
it. There was a large tree overlooking the space, and a large branch jutting
out over the side of it. It was wide enough for a man to lay on it, and there
were ample limbs to lean against. Even
better, it was wide enough to deflect a blast, should he chose to take the easy
way out.
He
brought scent spray, largely because he knew they could smell it. They hunted
primarily in a pack formation, and therefore by sight rather than smell, but
they could smell well enough. He wasn't so much trying to attract them as he
was trying to hide his own scent. Anything that confused them made his job that
much easier.
The other
men were sent away to a power substation to wait for his command to come to his
assistance. Now it was a matter of waiting them out.
It took
several hours before there was any movement in the surroundings. The goat had
been bleating for some time, but even it had resigned itself to waiting
patiently. It was on the ground resting, but upon sensing movement, rose and
looked around. Muldoon did the same, careful to keep his motion limited. These
raptors were canny predators and could seemingly spot a bug walking at a
hundred paces.
Surprisingly,
there was only one of the animals, the big female. She was cautiously working
through the underbrush, looking at the goat and searching for any hidden
humans. He lost sight of her several times, knowing that if he was to get a
good shot off, she was going to need to be in the clearing. But twenty minutes
later she was still lurking in the undergrowth, eyeing the goat but otherwise
keeping her distance.
He was
afraid she was going to leave. Fearing he was making a rash decision he pulled
out one of the grenades, pulled the pin and waited. He could drop it at any time,
but if she managed to run fast enough, she'd be out of range. Either way, the
goat was going to die. That's why it was here.
His
decision to drop the grenade was made for him, not by the dinosaur, but by a
bird coming in to land on the branch and seeing something there that didn't
belong; him. The bird, one of the numerous colorful species on the island, had
nearly touched down when it realized its mistake and launched itself in a
flutter of feathers and a flurry of wings. The resulting noise startled
Muldoon, causing him to lose his grip on the grenade. I bounced down the tree
and skittered to the side. He clung to the branch and jammed his eyelids down,
knowing he was going to suffering hearing loss in a few seconds.
He
barely had the time to ram his fingers in his ears when it went off. The blast
was enough to nearly knock him off his perch. He wait a second before looking to allow
debris to finish traveling pell-mell through the air.
The
goat was down, not surprisingly, and to the right, just under some dumb-cane
leaves was an inert tail.
"Gotcha
you ugly mother!"
But it
was only one of several. He climbed down quickly, his ears ringing, and grabbed
the tail and pulled. A full body came into view; intact but dead. Or was she?
He got down and put an ear to her chest. Sure enough, her heart was still
beating. He put the gun barrel against her head, but then reconsidered. If he
killed one that was already down, his boss might get pissed.
He took
a length of fine cable that was used in place of rope on the island and began
securing her to the nearby saplings. The
cable wasn't bite proof, but if this girl was tied down spread eagle, there was
no way she could reach her bonds. And hopefully, when she woke up, she'd call
out to her group, attracting them far better than a noisy goat ever would.
These beasts stuck together.
It's
what made them dangerous.
He
climbed back up to his perch, radioed the others to check in and settled down
to wait. He didn't have long. The raptor came to and immediately began to
struggle against her bonds. Muldoon wasn't in any fashion a foolish man and had
the cables strung tight. She might tear them through her flesh and bone, but
they weren't coming undone no matter how hard she struggled.
After fighting
against them for a moment, the old girl let out a call; a croaking, raspy sort
of cry that he rarely heard coming from them. It was when of them was in
distress, though normally it was reserved for others of her kind that she had
taken a dislike to. It meant she was either punishing or killing them,
depending on her whim. It was certainly the first he had heard it from her. He
had a feeling the others would come as soon as they heard it. That was going to
make his job a little tougher. Picking one off at a time was far easier than
trying to get them as a group, for to shoot one would cause the rest would
scatter.
He
hardly had a choice in the matter. He would have to make do with the situation
as it unfolded. Having a few extra hands would be nice, but too many people in
the area meant a higher chance of losing one of them. He was the one getting
paid the big bucks. He intended to earn his keep.
As
predicted, several more came running into the clearing. The first one went down
with a bang. The blast from the gun kicked him back as he quickly tried to get
off another shot. It was far easier to fire while standing on your feet, but
there was no way he was getting down to ground level. The one thing these
little bitches couldn't do was climb.
The
other two raptors fled, but not very far away. They understood what the blast
signified, for they had witnessed it before.
However, they had yet to see a shock grenade in action. He pulled out another
and tossed it, underhand, to the spot they had unwisely chosen to congregate
together. They were confused for the moment and he had to use that to his
advantage despite the personal risks.
The
grenade sailed through the air to land a yard from where they were hiding.
Again, the explosion rocked the area, but he was unaffected by the blast as the
tree took the brunt of it. Leaves and dirt flew outward from the blast, leaving
on the ground two motionless raptors.
"Serves
you right you stupid bitches!"
There
was still one more and until she showed herself, he was stuck up the tree. That
meant keeping an eye out for her; an eye on the two now sprawled on the ground,
and the one tied up. The two that were down might only be stunned, but the
blast was so close it was unlikely.
It
became a waiting game again. The trussed up raptor was back to calling out
after a momentary lapse after the explosion. The concussion from those grenades
was powerful, and even in that generally open arena that they were in, they
could carry a resounding blast. She had probably been knocked silly for a
second time. She was lucky she was on the other side of the clearing form it
this time, or she might have been dead.
As the
minutes ticked away, a slight rustling could be heard, for those who still had
their hearing. Muldoon's ears were still ringing from the detonations. It was
his sharp eyesight that caught sight of the last remaining dinosaur as he
worked his gun around to a better position.
She weaved
her way around the clearing, inspecting the bodies of her dead companions
before making her way to the other female. She moved around cautiously, trying
to determine the situation with her leader and her bonds. A branch snapped and
when she lifted her head to get a clear view of the source of the noise in the
tree, the gun went off and she dropped like a stone.
"And
there goes the last one!"
He
climbed down from the tree and approached the two prone bodies, bending down to
examine each in turn. They were both dead. He kicked at one of them.
"Good
riddance, you sorry excuses for lizards."
The
last of the raptors to be eliminated was very obviously dead, for she had a
gaping hole in her side. He kicked at her corpse just to be able to say he had.
The same when for the other.
"I told
Hammond you girls were too much trouble. Now maybe he'll listen to me."
He
walked over to the sole survivor.
"Hello
darling. What shall I do with you?" He pointed the gun at her head. "I suppose
I could blow your skull wide open, now couldn't I?
The
dinosaur just eyed him coolly. "That doesn't frighten you does it my dear. I
doubt you even know for certain what a gun is all about except that it means death.
No, I think I'll let you live. But we need to teach you a lesson, now don't we?
Maybe I should shoot your toes off. Let you hobble around for the rest of your
measly life."
He was
pointing his gun at various body parts.
"You
know what you really need? You need a few males to knock you in line. It's a
smart idea not to have uncontrolled breeding on this island, but I bet that a
few boys of your own kind might make you see reason. But there isn't a male
here who can handle..."
He
paused.
He
smiled.
"Darling,
I think I have just what you need."
He
dropped his gun and ammo, undid his boots and pulled them off. His socks
followed, and then his pants. The last on the pile was his undershorts.
Since she
was already spread-eagle and tied at all four extremities, all he had to do was
keep any of his body parts away from her teeth.
He had every intention of doing that.
Her cloacal
opening was easily accessible in her present position, and while it put him
dangerously close to those claws of hers, he had confidence in his ability to
tie a knot. She might have a little range of motion in her feet, but her legs
were spread painfully wide.
Straddling
her tail, he dropped down and applied his fingers on either side of her slit, forcing
the edges apart. His actions caused her to let loose an indignant squeal.
"What's
the matter girl? Guarding your virginity? That's not hard to do when you're the
only gender on the island. Well, outside of us mammals that is. I guess you're just
going to have to get over the fact that your first time is going to be at the
hands of your creators and captors."
She let
out a hiss as his finger pried open the warm, moist tissue hidden by the scale
and feather-lined opening. It was the first time he had gotten this close to a
living velociraptor. Even when they were juveniles he had nothing to do with
them. It was now time to make his contact with them count in a big way.
He had
no idea how large the eggs were that they were capable of laying, but he knew
his cock was going to fit in there. Heck, even if it wasn't going to be easy,
he'd make it work, because this beast had given him nothing but trouble from
the first day she had been released into the enclosure. It was his chance to
return the favor.
He
started off going in dry, but he soon found that it was going to take too long
and the racket she was making was growing tiresome. He pulled out, grimly satisfied
that he had caused her some pain, spit a wad into his hand several times and
lubed the head of his meat for a second try.
This
time he slid in, spreading her reluctant tissue aside as his cock penetrated
her ever deeper. He was pleasantly surprised by her internal temperature. He was
still stuck in his mind as them being more like a reptiles. The average lizard
was cold blooded, but these recreated prehistoric monsters had high body temps,
upwards to a hundred and two depending on the species.
She was
a warm little whore underneath him, and he was going to ride her until his cock
gave out.
"Yeah,
you know it, don't you? You're getting fucked by a mammal you little scaly freak.
How does that make you feel?"
She
hissed and fought against her bonds, but he was a capable outdoorsman and the
only way she was getting loose was when he let her loose.
He
grabbed her feet to stabilize himself and pressing forward, let his hips grind
into her backside with a passion. To be honest, he hadn't been with a woman
since his brief stopover in Costa Rica before coming here. That was months ago.
He had plenty inside him to unload. It felt a little weird having sex with
something not even close to his own species, but he consoled himself that it
was in fact rape, and not just sex. He was going to teach this little bitch a
lesson. It was a small price for her to pay to stay alive.
He soon
had a rhythm going, whereas his balls were slapping her scaly skin with a repeated
barrage of forceful attacks, as his cock rammed its way to the farther point it
could reach. He could have crammed another three or four inches in there if he
had it, but he wasn't worried. The uniqueness of the experience made up for any
shortfalls he may have come across. HE was pretty sure he was making his point.
He held
onto her legs with a grip tight enough to leave indents in her tough skin. Her
hissing was terrible, and her head was rocking back and forth as she tried to
reach him. Savage teeth were snapping wildly in the air, and he grinned the whole
time. She had killed three of his best men so since he had arrived here, and he
wanted to pay her back for each and every one of them.
"What's
the matter darling? Am I too rough? I'd think you'd be tougher than this after
all the badass stuff you've done."
About
ten minutes into his rape, Muldoon was surprised to find her body shaking a
little. It could have been from exhaustion as she was really putting up a
fight, or it could have been from brain damage from the concussion. But when her
hole started to contract, he let out a curse.
"Why
you little horny bitch!"
She was
having the dinosaurian equivalent of an orgasm. It threw him so far off his game
he blew his wad right then, driving his hips against her with a force that
would have left a human woman in tears. As his throes subsided he sat up, still
cock-deep inside her and said;
"Damn!
I always wondered about that Alley Oop character from the funny papers. I see
that cavemen had it good!" He was being facetious of course.
She was
still sputtering and, as he figured it, cursing at him in her own way. He had
no doubt that if she were to get loose he would be dead, but for now he was
going to give her another go. This wasn't a chance that was ever going to be repeated
so he had to squeeze her for all she was worth.
It didn't
take long for him to stiffen back up, seeing as her body was a mass of writhing,
twitching muscles. It was like trying to fuck a bucking bronco. He wondered if
they were this much trouble during their regular mating rituals, whatever they
might be. Then again, if they had some sort of estrus like most animals did,
she would probably be in a better frame of mind for it. Most animals weren't too
friendly in this manner if their hormones levels weren't up.
He
clung to her legs and finally allowed her to do the work. There was no point in
fighting her over this. He simply stiffened his back, pressed his pelvis
against hers and allowed her struggles to do the work. No point in both of them
getting exhausted.
Her hole
was a divine dino delight. Hammond would explode in fury if he ever found out
about this. Hell, he was going to be pissed that four of the animals were dead.
That was bad enough, but to have the audacity to screw one of his precious
little freaks would have driven him over the edge.
Muldoon laughed just thinking about
it.
His
mirth seemed to trigger her into even greater activity. Perhaps she had learned
what the different sounds the human made meant. Laughter directed at her and
her present predicament probably made her a little crazier inside. Her struggles
increased until all at once she collapsed.
He was
worried, but only for a second. She was still breathing, and he could feel her
heartbeat through their shared connection. She had either lapsed into unconsciousness
or else had abruptly given up. He didn't
care either way, but he treated her as if she were awake. There wasn't a snowball's
chance in hell he was getting anywhere near those teeth.
He rode
her rough and hard for another twenty minutes, seeing her turning her head from
time to time to watch him. He knew she was a wily thing, and her ploy was to
get him to relax and screw up. He had no intention of being caught off guard.
"Sorry
little darling, but right now I'm the predator and you're the prey. It's a
nasty turn of events for you, isn't it?"
She let
out a gargling snarl, but she didn't move a muscle.
He
continued to fuck her hole until he though his cock was going to burst. The opening
to her hole had gotten progressively tighter the longer he went until he knew that
something was going to have to give. He preferred it to be her. Still, a torn cloaca
was going to be hard to explain. Thankfully, it took him only a few more
minutes before his second and final load came crashing out.
He
slammed away with as much power as he could generate. Her hips popped ever so
slightly as he brought his full weight to bear down on her. Her tail began to
frantically whip around, thrashing in time to the rapid, repeated blows to her
nether regions. He was giving her one last, hard fuck before he called it a
day. With a final yell, be slammed it home until he felt drained; physically
and emotionally.
What he
wouldn't have given to have more time to recharge and do it again.
He got
dressed and called his men to come back to the rendezvous spot. While he waited
for them, he crouched down next to her.
"You'd have
made a good whore, once you had your teeth pulled and your nails removed. Alas,
that's not to be. So consider this your lucky day. I going against my better judgment
and so I'm not going to shoot you. I'll leave you for my boss to fuss over. But
if you ever get out again, I'll fill you so full of lead there won't be a body
left for them to bring back to the lab.
She remained
quiet, but she studied his face and his smell. She knew him from before, and if
she had the chance in the future, she would show him what pain was all about. She
was patient, and she was smart. And she never, ever forgot anything or anyone.