Chapter 7: The Lady Goes Ape

Man has always been intrigued with the idea of creating from bestial unions strange and wondrous offspring--half human and half beast... and the effort to do so has been a strong motivation in prompting men to try "marriage" with all sorts of animals in the vain hope of coming up with an exotic hybrid. Needless to say it has never been known to work, according to cool-headed scientific spokesman. Such unions they tell us are invariably sterile.

But for thousands of years men refused to believe it and went on trying to give birth to living, breathing mermaids, satyrs, centaurs, wolf-men and similar monstrosities of nature. Despite the disbelief of modern scientific scoffers, according to mythical and early "historical" records many times they succeeded!

Several ancient Kings and Emperors claimed to be descendants of bears, wolves, and other varieties of beast. In past centuries reputable historians have reported great numbers of "authentic cases" of women giving birth to snakes, rats, dogs, pigs, and even in one case a lion. Saint Jerome swore that he personally had seen children half ape and half human, products of bestial intercourse.

The possibility of a man and ape union proving fruitful seems not impossible on the face of it. Apes certainly are very man- like creatures (or vice versa.) Why should there not be a child resulting when a man pumps his seed into an ape? After all, doesn't Darwin tell us that we all descend from a common ancestor?

A recently as the early twentieth century in Europe scientists actually were doing experiments trying to mate a man with an ape fruitfully--using artificial insemination methods rather than actual intercourse. Unfortunately for sensation- lovers however, no ape-man or monkey-woman resulted.

But whether in hope of offspring or not, apes would seem to be ideal partners for the man inclined to dabble in bestial sex, because of their human-like proportions and sexual equipment. And despite the obvious perils of close grappling with large apes, which generally are ill-tempered animals of dangerous strength, they have been highly popular love-partners for both men and women throughout history in many parts of the world. Egyptian women commonly made use of baboons for their pleasure as previously noted, and in fact the baboon seems to have been a favorite sex- partner for sporty ladies all over the Middle East.

Apes of all kinds for their part apparently enjoy "making it" with their human cousins. Without having read Darwin, they seem to recognize the kinship. Mandrills and gorillas are reported to be especially susceptible to human charms.

In the Roman arena the unloosed apes needed no goading to commit rapes on bound human victims--usually young female slaves. Chimpanzees, mandrills and baboons all took part in these assaults. Sometimes the victims were made more alluring to the apes by swabbing their cunt-regions with female monkey piss--a powerful aphrodisiac to the rampaging male monkey.

Not many men or women in the civilized world today have the opportunity to sport lewdly with monkeys. Probably few men feel any strong desire to sleep with a female ape even in their wildest fantasies. But women, who are more likely to be turned on by brute strength and rampant hairiness in a sex-partner, often have dreams of being carried off and raped by King Kong-like creatures. Probably many of them in their waking hours have wondered idly how it might be, actually getting screwed by an ape.

Valerie, the "star" of the following case report, had such dreams. But unlike most girls, she turned her dream life with monkeys into a real-life career.

For several years Valerie traveled with a small carnival and circus, taking care of the menagerie among other jobs. Now in her mid-thirties, she has written a book of reminiscences about her life among the circus animals, but because of the "sensational" nature of some of her confessions and revelations, she has never submitted the book to a publisher.

"Some day I will maybe," she says, "after certain people have died off and when I get old enough so that I just don't give a crap anymore. A lot of people including my husband would have shit hemorrhages if I put this thing in print now. He thinks I ought to set a match to it."

She gave me permission however to use excerpts from three chapters, dealing with her life in the menagerie. I offer these extraordinarily frank selections here just as she wrote them.

Case 7

Valerie Y.

I worked in the girlie show for a couple of months only, even though I was doing fine. I had a hell of a build for a girl not quite eighteen--especially in the tit department. Brosz was even letting me do the windup almost every show, which pissed off the other girls no end. That's where the marks shell out a couple of bucks extra at the end of the regular performance for the privilege of seeing one of the girls flash pussy. The new girls didn't usually get a crack at that. Naturally the other bitches all figured I must be going down on Brosz, working him for favors, but they had it figured wrong. I wasn't going down on him--he was going down on me, Ha ha.

But they all had it in for me anyway for that and general jealousy reasons, and the next town we played they spread the word that I was underage and the law came around and put the heat on Mister Bennington (the circus owner) about me.

He got the shakes over it and told Brosz to can me and quick. But Brosz persuaded him to let me stay on and help out around the menagerie. They were always hiring boys to work there with the animals but the kids would always fuck off and it was hard to get good help. Brosz told Mister Bennington that I was real good with animals, which was just a shot in the dark on his part, but Bennington said okay, he'd give me a try.

So that was the end of my professional bare-ass dance career forever and the beginning of my new life among the monkeys.

Brosz was still trying to get me to move back in with him but I didn't need that fat immigrant anymore. I had a nice cozy bunk- bed set up in the front end of the monkey wagon and it suited me just fine.

I was getting very attached to the monkeys by that time and I liked being with them. They were my favorites of all the animals right from the start. Camels I could do without. Elephants I don't relate to. Lions are majestic to look at but not easy to get to know. Monkeys though have personality as much as humans-- every one of them is a separate person to me.

So when one of the little Borneo monkeys took sick, I felt like it was my own child and I nursed him with tender loving care. It was only like a cold in the head he had actually, but that can be rough on a monkey.

They're very susceptible to pneumonia in temperate climates.

So when we had a spell of nippy nights, I took the little rascal into my bed with me and let him sleep with me.

"I hope you appreciate this," I told him. "It's not every monkey that gets to sleep in my bed on such short acquaintance."

That's all it was. I swear. Keeping the monkey warm and keeping my eye on him until he passed the crisis. And maybe that's all it would ever have been. A couple of days and he'd be back in his cage again, good as new.

But the word got around that "Valerie is sleeping with a monkey now," and that started the kidding. All I heard all day was, "I hear you're monkeying around nights," "How is that little bastard in bed, anyway?" "How about me, Val? I guarantee I can give you more than any monkey," and "I hope you're taking your pills every night before you make it with that monkey."

Well I just laughed everything off and gave it right back to them. I told them he was a fantastic cocksman and he was going to take me back to Borneo with him to meet his parents. Shit like that. All for laughs.

But even when I was laughing I was beginning to put some thought to it. What about this? Could a monkey and a girl make it like that or not? Wheels started turning over in my dirty little mind. Mind you, I'd never heard of people and animals making it sex-wise. It wasn't that nobody had ever told me it was nasty and sinful and illegal besides to fuck with a monkey. The thing was, nobody had ever mentioned to me that such a thing existed in the world, or that it was even possible.

So when I started turning it over in my head, at least I had no preconceptions or prejudices to steer me. I just decided when the monkey got over his fever I was going to try a little scientific experiment in animal sexology to find out if I could work a diddle on his little pecker and give him a hard-on. That was the full extent of my original intentions. No more than that. I thought it might make him feel good and sort of cement our friendship together.

So that's how it started with this little monkey at first. I laid him out on his back and patted his belly for awhile. I'd done that before to him and he'd like it. It used to put him to sleep in fact. But this time I began patting lower down and playing my fingers up and down the hollow of his crotch. I was no expert on what monkeys like to have done to them, but I sure knew how to go about setting a man's nerves on edge and I was curious to see if a monkey would react the same way.

It didn't take long to find out. The little rascal started making squealy noises right away and twitching around, and I nearly flipped when his prick started to swell up even before I laid a hand on it, It made me laugh to think that little monkeys like him must be just as horny as men.

I started tickling his prick then, running one finger up and down it and he started grabbing on my arm--trying to tell me something--but I didn't know whether it was stop or go or faster please or what.

That's really all it amounted to though that first time. I didn't even jerk him off all the way. Maybe I should have and been done with it because I sure had stirred him up with my cock- tickling. When I quit he started thrashing around and grabbing onto me and he kept trying to get in close to me and rub his prick up against me. He still had a hard-on for the longest time afterwards. And he probably had a damn knot in his balls that was killing him, but I didn't think of that I was laughing like hell at him, and poking and tickling his ribs, and all of a sudden POW! He pops his nuts all over me. Splat! Splat! Splat! All over me and the blanket.

Then I got mad as hell, although I don't know what I had expected. I'd been acting like a cock-teaser and he'd given me what I deserved. But I didn't think of it that way. I kicked him the hell out of bed and put him back in his cage. That was the end of it. I'd had my fun with him and he'd ended up being a bad boy.

But it wasn't the end for him. He wouldn't settle down. He kept up a jabbering and squealing and kept racing around his cage for an hour or more.

Finally I had to go get him again and bring him back to bed with me. He was keeping me and all the other monkeys awake with his squalling.

I let him snuggle up to me and he grabbed on tight and pressed his prick against my hip and in no time at all he was sound asleep. Then I went to sleep too, but I dreamed I was chasing after this huge monkey--not an ape, just an oversized monkey--and I finally caught up with him in the middle of the freeway and I kissed him all over and nibbled his fur and then I pulled him down on top of me and we made mad love together while the traffic zipped by all around us.

And then all of a sudden I woke up with a jolt and that dirty little monkey bastard had shot off another load all over me. He must have been having the same dream I was, only his turned out to be a wet one.

Well, I couldn't put up with that crap anymore, much as I loved the little so-and-so. Something had to be done.

The next day I put him back in the cage with all the other monkeys and kept my eye on him awhile, and before long he started out after a certain female monkey--showing off for her, jumping all around and swinging on the trapeze--and then he began chasing her around the cage and I could see already he had a hard-on again. I was glad to know he could get it up for other monkeys and not just for me. So now maybe I could get a peaceful night's sleep for myself again.

I put my little friend and his new lady love in a cage by themselves and after awhile, sure enough, he got her into a wrestling around and nuzzling situation and the next thing I knew one thing led to another and there he was ramming it into her-- ass-end to.

"My God!" I thought. "Do monkeys do it up the ass?"

But then I saw that he was into her little snatch after all. Monkeys just prefer it the back way around. I never did see any monkeys do it face to face on their own initiative. But even though they always do it from behind, they won't ever go up each other's ass unless they've been taught that way by perverted humans.

I watched those two little bastards screwing and I began to get jealous. Not that I couldn't get all the human humping I could handle around that sexy sideshow bunch. But there was something lacking in all the guys I'd known. There never had been one that really turned me on.

I got to thinking of my dream the night before--how wild and woolly it had been, pumping off with that big monkey. And watching this little fellow pounding it into his female, I couldn't help wishing he was about three or four times his size so he could do the same for me.

Well brother, that set off a new set of wheels spinning around in my dirty little mind. It just happened that we had apes in all shapes and sizes in that menagerie, and maybe I could get one of the bigger boys--closer to my five-foot-six proportions-- and do a little of the same kind of seduction work on him that had had such spectacular results with the little squirt from Borneo.

There was a gorilla named Ghengis who came immediately to mind, but I wasn't quite ready for him or he for me. Gorillas are not the ferocious monsters people think they are--they don't even eat meat. But they're strong enough to mash you into hamburger in the middle of a loving embrace and I didn't need that, thanks.

I finally decided to try my womanly wiles on the orangutan. He'd always been gentle and friendly when I'd gone into his cage, and he was a perfect size to be my partner in a dance or any other similar joint-venture between us that might rise out of a developing friendship.

For the next couple of days I only thought about it--getting my courage up, I guess. I wasn't sure yet just how far I wanted to go with Wimpy. I wanted to try erecting his pecker the way I did the little fellers and see what kind of ideas it would put in his monkey-head. But I was afraid I wasn't going to get away with cock-teasing this big old boy. Turn him on and then yell cool it and I might be in big trouble. So I gave it a couple of days of deep thought to be sure I wanted to carry through on it to the bitter end and let my pussy take the consequences.

It flipped me to think of having those long woolly arms of his wrapped all around me and that broad hairy chest scratching my tender hide. I always had liked broad-beamed, hairy men. (That was the only thing I liked about Brosz in fact--his wide, woolly chest.) So I made up my mind I'd give it a shot. What the hell did I have to lose? If the big ape went berserk--well, you gotta die sometime. And if the worst happened and I got fucked to death, at least I'd be sure to get my name in every paper in the country. What a way to go!

Now that I'd made up my mind, the when and where of it was a little ticklish. It would have to be in his cage, I decided finally. Bringing him outside and taking him into my bed like I did the monkey would have been a bit much. Especially since I had no idea how he was going to react when I started to push his 'ON' buttons.

And late at night was the only possible time. Friday would be best for a first try. Rizzo the elephant trainer would be staying overnight in town and there wouldn't likely be anybody else poking his nose around the cages at two or three in the morning.

So Friday I got myself ready. I didn't bother taking a bath that night. I figured the more I smelled like a female animal the better my chances of ringing Wimpy's chimes. About two or so I got myself ready to go. I stripped down to the buff and then put on an old coat for cover just in case I ran into somebody on the way to the other wagon. Not likely, but there could be one of the boys coming through on a short-cut back from town.

But I didn't see a living soul, and I climbed into the wagon, unlocked the gate of Wimpy's cage, and slipped inside--nervous and excited as bell. I felt like a virgin bride on the way to the slaughter.

I heard him sniff and stir as soon as I closed the gate. Then I just stood where I was and called softly to him. "Wimpy- Wimpy."

I could hear him shuffling around and then he came lumbering over to me in the dim light. I began talking to him as I always did and held out my hand to him. He sniffed around a bit till he found out I hadn't brought any food along for him and then he sort of lost interest and went back to lie down.

It looked as if I'd have to get more aggressive to break through to him on the sex level. All I had ever represented to him until then was a human creature who brought him food from time to time. I had to make him realize that ape does not live by bread alone. What you need is love love love, baby.

So the first thing I did was slip out of the robe and I draped it over the bars. It gave me a little shiver of excitement to be completely naked in an animal's cage this way, as if I was an animal myself, caged and on display. That thought made me all the more eager to start acting the part. If only I could get a little cooperation from sleepy old Wimpy.

I wondered if he'd show any special interest in me being naked, something he hadn't experienced before. So I called to him again. "Wimpy! Come on, boy. Come sniff mama's pussy."

I thought that might be what a female ape would say in the circumstances if she could only talk. I started towards Wimpy across the dark cage and I could hear him getting up again and sniffing the air. I hoped I was sending out sexy smells on the night breeze. I began to shiver again as I came near to him, a little frightened, but impatient to feel his rough, hairy hide pressing up against me.

Then I could see his shadowy form standing just ahead of me, and I said his name one more time and then moved in to touch him and let him touch me.

He made a peculiar whining sound as I laid a hand on his long arm, and then I reached in and began rubbing his hairy ribs and wrinkly chest. I could feel him shiver, and then he settled down into a squat at my feet.

I got down with him and moved up close alongside. Now we were really getting cozy. God knows what kind of monkey-crud my bare ass was sitting in, but I didn't give a crap at that point.

I picked up one of his arms and draped it over my shoulder, hoping that would give him some ideas. But he was being pretty indifferent so far. I decided I'd better quit beating around the bush and get to the point--the point being his monkey prick. The subtle approach wasn't working so far.

So I leaned in against him, rubbing my boob on his arm, and started finger-walking down his belly the same way I had done with the little monkey, heading for the royal scepter. I was real nervous at that point. I figured that once I hit on his family jewels and started screwing around there, it would be for keeps from then on--no backing off. There was still time right then to call it quits, grab my coat, and get the hell out of there.

Before I could think too much about it and scare myself right out of the whole deal, I took a big deep breath, reached down and just grabbed. Right onto his big black prick. I was surprised to find it already halfway hard and hot as a cooked weenie. I'd been doing better with my warm-up than I'd figured.

But the minute I touched it he pulled away from me and hopped up to his feet. He was squealing a blue streak now. He was excited all right, but no telling yet what it was going to lead to. He might be working up to a fighting mood instead of loving, for all I knew.

I stood up too and reached out again to take his arm, but all of a sudden he came back toward me on his own and started pawing all over the front of me with big clumsy rough swipes. The palms of his hands were like dried-up leather raking over me but I loved the feeling of it against my hungry hide. When he brushed over my boobs the shivers ran all through me everywhere and made me weak in the knees. I only hoped I could hit his magic nerve-centers the way he was reaching mine without half trying.