This book will not attempt to cover the entire sphere of bestiality. Instead we will deal with the most current aspects of high society women who are involved in one way or another with sexual acts between human beings and animals of other species. Bestiality has been around since the beginning of recorded time, and probably long before that. It has taken on many dramatic changes during recent years due to the trends towards more individual freedom and greater sexual liberalism.
In this sophisticated era it is not too surprising to see bestiality flourishing. The basic sophistication does not insure warmth, understanding or human response found in much simpler societies. Our complex and hostile age, filled with so many anxieties, drives some people to feel as though they are alienated by their fellow citizens. This alienation will, of course, affect their sexual drives as well as other basic and essential needs. One of the outgrowths of this alienation is the fantastic increase of substitutes for human partners in sexual relations. Such substitutes as mechanical devices, communication media, pharmaceutical items, and other animals have taken on more importance and are on a tremendous upsurge in use and popularity.
Ibis new trend has invited commercialism to step in and supply the great demand for sexual substitutes. The commercialistic slant does not limit such activities to the idle rich, if such a group still exists to any degree, but the financial status certainly helps in facilitating the investments for such items and the leisure time in which to enjoy them. The area which we will cover in this book will be those people involved in the higher intellectual and financial planes who have a common special interest in sexual experiences with animals. It must be made clear to the reader, however, that the findings in the following studies are in no way limited to any bracket of income or any specific level of society. Bestiality exists among many different groups and cultures, which is a relative aspect to our course.
Chapter One
A PRELIMINARY SURVEY
"Why, yes! I've had the same desire to sex it up with animals for many years now. I love my husband very dearly, but after all, he is thirty yearsmy senior and in the sex department he's been retired for quite a few years. I used to find other men to satisfy my needs for the erotic and sensual ends of life. For a while I turned to other gals, but that led to a shakedown by one of the biggest blackmail rings in the country. My old man paid off without even a bfink of the eye. In fact, he didn't mention the incident to me for several weeks. Then one day he brought home the best-looking Doberman Pinscher I've ever seen.
"He just looked at me and stated in a most matter of fact tone of voice, 'Sweetheart, this happens to be George and he will service you sexually.' I put two and two together and realized that he must have been pretty irritated with me. I didn't argue with him. I took the beast up to my room. Getting George to satisfy me sexually was not nearly as difficult as I had imagined it would be. The dog was two years old which gave him the age and maturity to cope with the situation. He had been trained in one of the better European kennels. That is, one of the better kennels for training animals to sensualize the female body.
"I stripped off all of my clothes and looked at the beast with great expectation, after all he was the male of the act. I reclined on the bed with my vagina facing towards the animal. George just walked right over to me and began to lick my whole sex area- His tongue washed my thighs with his thick, stimulating saliva. He worked his way to my lips and made contact with my clit. George turned me on almost immediately. I slid my pelvic area closer to the edge of the bed and hung my legs over the side. I thought I'd try and be cute, so I looked at George and said 'Fetch, George!,' but George was very serious about the whole situation. I don't think he took my comment as a very cute remark, either, because he just became more eager and began to look really horny.
"He locked both of his paws around my waist and entered me with the greatest of ease and know how. I knew George was very excited too. I think that he could instinctively feel that the bizarreness of the whole thing was making me lube right off the bat. He pumped very quickly. He was almost like a fantastic machine of some kind, he was so well trained. I had orgasm after orgasm as his slick prick kept wailing away in my vagina. Every time he shot up inside of me he hit my clit with perfect aim. George shot off just as I hit my fourth jollie. As he panted and spurted I could feel the hot sperm wash around inside of me and flow down my legs and buttocks. He pulled his penis out. It was all swollen and looked like a big red-purple mushroom. He then licked the residue off of my cheeks and legs. I thought he had finished his 'trick,' but he licked my clit to orgasm once more.
"My husband didn't make his millions by being stupid, and the gift of that dog renewed my respect for the old man. I have used that dog ever since. I haven't needed another animal or human being to keep up with my insatiable sex drive, just George. I intend to keep it that way, too."
Statement from the wife of one of the industrial kings of the mining industry.
(Source: Primary interview.)
"I just had to come in and see you, Doctor, before my scheduled appointment. I'm really very upset about some experiences I went through last week. I had flown to Isla de Las Mujeres to meet one olmy longstanding friends. He and a couple other friends sailed there to meet me. We left the lush island, which is just off of the coast of the lower portion of Mexico, and sailed rather pointlessly through the Caribbean waters. I say pointlessly because we had no destination. The whole purpose of our little get together was to enjoy as much unrestrained sex as possible for a few weeks.
"As you know, Doctor, my tastes definitely lean towards men. I never have been one for Lesbianism. My sexual needs are tremendous and I know you and probably most people would consider me to be quite abnormal. However, I have never considered myself to be any kind of a pervert until now. It all happened when I was on the foredeck with this big burly guy going down on me. I shot off and moaned for his enormous prick to enter my mouth. He mounted my chest and started to stroke my mouth with his huge penis. He got bigger and bigger as he got closer to climaxing. All of the sudden I felt this fantastic trip taking place between my legs. It felt like a small set of hands working out with my lips and clit. It was the best manipulation I had ever experienced. One of the fingers penetrated my anus and sent me several notches up the ladder of sexual sensations.
"The brute that was socking it to my face lost the race and the little hands got me off before he blasted me in the mouth. I love swallowing love potions, but this time it was nothing due to the fantastic action I was receiving on the other end. Brute pulled out and sat on the deck and watched me groan and moan as my eyes remained closed and my face contorted with delight while his buddy worked me over some more. His buddy, I say, because Brute kept talking to him like he was an old friend performing an operation on me. I finally couldn't stand it any more and looked down to see what kind of sexual genius had been working on me. Christ, I shit when I saw that it was a fairly large monkey.
"I must have gone somewhat pale because Brute brought me a real strong drink in a hurry. He then explained to me that he had had the animal as a sidekick during many of his little travels for quite some time. A gal he had been servicing, who was a business associate of his, had given the monkey to him during an excursion to Acapulco. The gal had surprised him in a similar manner as he had surprised me. Brute said that his 'pal' gave some of the best blow jobs going.
"Doctor, I imagine my reason for rushing over here was simply an excuse to tell somebody about the tremendous satisfaction I got from that damn monkey. He really was a delightfully hairy beast. You know? My guilt about the whole episode has almost completely disappeared just by telling you the gory details. Needless to say, during the remainder of the cruise I got a lot more of that monkey business. Brute and I retired to my cabin or his every afternoon before cocktail hour to enjoy a romp with his little buddy. I liked the monkey so very much that I asked Brute if he could find another monkey as capable as his sidekick for me. Brute is in Paris right now, but he promised that he would stop over in Tangiers and visit a guy he used to service who has countless contacts for obtaining such well-trained beasts. To tell you the truth, Doctor, it looks as though I'm hooked on the damn problem of what to do about this urge to sex it up with monkeys."
Statements by a young lady, twenty-four-years-of- age, who is a tobacco heiress. (Source: Private psychiatric files.)
"I am not really an avid participant in the sexual acts that go on between humans and animals. That queer sort of sexual outlet has always left me cold for some reason. I must admit, however, that I do enjoy observing such behavior. I've traveled all over the world many times now, and I've traveled in many different social circles for many different reasons. During my many travels and excursions I have had the opportunity to view quite a bit of sex going on between humans and their hairy friends of other animal species. Bestiality has been going on for as long as I can remember, but I have noted a marked increase in its popularity during the last five years. I've been told by some very reliable sources of the growing trend among the jet-setters to have a bit of sex fun with members of the reptilian family.
"I got my first view of this bestial behavior when I was a debutant. My uncle Harry had invited my roommate and me to his summer house for the weekend. We got the cook's tour of the grounds, and towards Uncle Harry's long drawn out lecture about the virtues of having a summer retreat he started to lead us over to the little red barn he had had built purely for the picturesque value of the venture. In one of the animal pens off to the side of the barn we noticed quite a commotion going on. As we got a little closer I could see that a sheep dog was straddling a sow. The sow was making all kinds of outrageous noises and the dog was just as vocal about the fun they seemed to be having. My girl-friend looked at me as we both tried to keep from laughing at the ridiculous sight. Harry, in the meantime, was talking a mile a minute and didn't even seem to notice all of the commotion the two animals were causing. The dog and the pig were getting more and more worked up as we approached the pen. I recalled a comment that my father had made about Uncle Harry being 'a lecherous old son of a bitch,' so I kept waiting for him to make some shady remark. When he saw that neither one of us was about to faint at such a sight, he chuckled and made jokes like "if that pair of lovers don't cool off a bit, they'll welp the damnest pup ever." It doesn't sound very funny I know, but at the time it was amusing.
"After leaving the scene between the dog and the pig, we went on to the stables to continue our tour. Everything went smoothly until we reached the corral next to the stables. The same sort of thing that had been taking place between the sow and the dog was now taking place between a donkey and a stallion. Uncle Harry ignored the whole event until we practically bumped into them. Then we got the same smooth delivery of jokes concerning the fantastic offspring that could develop. The tour ended right after that and we returned to the main house to wait for dinner. Nothing was said about the animals or any of the tour until later on that evening Aunt Mable asked Harry 'if the animals had performed as usual.' As they both chuckled, my girlfriend and I concluded that the whole thing had been a little show. We later learned that the animals had been trained to go through their little acts whenever Harry would approach them accompanied by a group of guests.
"Several years later, in Tangiers, I was doing a story on one of my first journalistic ventures when I witnessed a snake act that took place there. Two devenomed cobras wrapped around the legs of an Arab man and whipped the head of his penis until he climaxed. Later, while I was traveling in Peru, I was lucky enough to see a show where a young girl took the entire sixteen inches of a goose's neck in her vagina. The bird kept wildly flapping around until the girl climaxed. After she climaxed, the girl pulled the bird out and the silly thing seemed to smile at the audience. We all threw coins up on the stage. It was the damnest thing I had ever seen. Since that show I have been collecting films of such unusual acts. I have quite a library of movies on that phase of the performing arts. Let me tell you that I think its here to stay, and I think the current activities of the sexual world are turning more attention towards the zoophilists."
Statement by a sixty-year-old woman who has been involved in the top literary and intellectual circles around the world all of her life. (Source: Primary interview.)
The excerpts we have just reviewed are all based on the individual's desire to have sex or sexually oriented activities with animals. In this book we will review many such cases of bestiality, all of which have been taken from case histories and studies compiled by psychiatrists, psychologists, sexologists, and many other professionals that have license to such areas of interest. Many times the studies and interviews will be drawn from the field studies and research conducted by the author and his associates who have aided him in collecting material for this study.
As mentioned, the foregoing studies all have to do with human-animal relationships, but at a glance, one of the more important aspects of these studies is not readily seen. The fact that all three of the women viewed are involved in the upper social strata has a definite bearing on the subject matter of this book. The intention of the author will be to explore at length the practices of bestiality as it is found among the "upper crust" of our society.
Generally the public will dismiss the sexual contacts between humans and other animals when brought about by barnyard environments or mischievous sex-play of adolescent farm boys. The contacts of a bestial nature between women and house pets are considered too few to be highly significant in an evaluation of human sexual behavior. However, contrary to popular belief, major studies in the field of sexual relations indicate a series of different conclusions. This is especially true if the percentages drawn out of such studies are related to actual population data. For example, Dr. Alfred Kinsey, et al., in Sexual Behavior In The Human Female, proved that 3.6 percent of the adult females in his sample study had sexual contacts and experiences with animals of other species. Another one percent fantasized such contacts while they masturbated, and another one percent had dreamed of having sexual contacts with animals of other species. Therefore, of the 50 million adult women in the United States more than one and one half million women indulge in bestial activities of a sexual nature, and another million women either dream about it or fantasize about it while they masturbate. In the many years since the publication of these studies by Dr. Kinsey many changes have occurred in the social scene that have had a profound influence on such statistics. An area where a dramatic change may be noted is among women of a high social status. In the day and age of the sexual revolution, a term that is quickly being worn thin, the social segment to condone and involve itself with the more liberal or bizarre practices is that segment with the greatest amount of financial freedom. Their social surroundings seem to lead to or permit such sexual license. It is a segment of society where freedom to express social and sexual equality and other radical ideas is recognized as the norm. Divorces are certainly more frequent, and marriages less of a necessity. The percentage ratio of women to men has shown a definite increase on the female side. Women are finding it easier psychologically to bring about and enjoy a more casual type of sexual relationship. By the same token, they are finding it more difficult to build the lasting male-female relationships of yesteryear. The more recent studies in premarital and extra-marital sex involvement indicate that there is a much higher incidence of both than ever before in recorded history. Along with greater social acceptance of sex as an area of open interest and an activity that can produce as much pleasure as the participant is able to obtain without the guilt or retribution syndromes of the Victorian patterns of social behavior, the lowering of social restraints has caused an increase in the area of bestiality.
This interest in bestiality, with its great variance in participants, has been brought about, to a certain degree, by the people that have the money to spend on such experiments or sexual perversions rather than those who would like to have a bit of their financial strength. In The Animal Lovers, by Richard Christy, case studies and research points out the following: "... Interest in household pets, on the national scene, has skyrocketed in the past ten years. Promotional activity of animal dealers, specializing in dogs and cats to mice and guinea pigs to iguanas and garter snakes to Shetland ponies and baby alligators has increased sales percentages by the thousands, and the greater leisure time and abundance of leisure money have a profound influence on the availability of animals, which influences not only the number of 'casual contacts' that result in continued bestial practices, but also makes it easier for the perpetuation of the deliberate sexual variant acts." Mr. Christy came to the same point of interest that this author did in a previous study, that is that the available research and studies conclusively point out that there is a greater degree of exposure to animals of a household nature and certainly more of a financial strength, making more animals readily available, and thus exposing the mass to a higher degree of incidence. Taking this point one step further, as related in a previous work by this author, it was proven that numerous people are involved in the training of animals to be sold exclusively for the purpose of sensualizing the human body.
In generalizing about the many reasons behind the practice of bestiality in this sophisticated and advanced day and age, it is very easy to forget one of the most basic reasons for many of the more bizarre sexual acts - that basic reason happens to be boredom. A leading psychiatrist in New York, who specializes in problems of a sexual nature, stated that, "For many of my patients that lead normal lives, the exception being their activities with animals, animal contacts often exist out of the most innocent situations, with the transfer of a problem of a sexual nature to the animal in hope of having the perfect silent confidante. The transferred problem might, on the other hand, be the character or identity of the individual involved in which case if masturbating an animal takes place, it is actually a symbolic masturbation of the individual involved. Both of these reasons for the choice of selecting another form of animal species instead of one's own tend to point out a boredom problem. It would, depending on the case, be what I would call a people-thing syndrome of not having the right person to take the place of the animal or not having enough to do or items of importance in one's life. The former and the latter throwing the animal into the picture." With the greater allotment of leisure time in our present day society it is only natural that boredom would become a major problem, especially in those circles where the every day battle to earn a living is not the most important issue. If the female of the household rises at 6:15 in the morning and rushes to leave the house at 7:00 to battle the traffic and get to her job before 8:00, then puts in concentrated effort at the office on her work until 5:00, and battles the traffic to get to the market on the way home in a rush to prepare dinner for the kids and her husband, the chances are she won't be very interested in going to the country to have a bout with a horse or even with her household pet. On the other hand, a person who doesn't have such worries about work and family might just have the time or nothing else to do but roam on back to the stables to have a bit of horse for excitement.
Another cause for bestial acts is when zoophilism is an outgrowth of other aberrated sexual practices. Often in the background are other sexual problems or variant sexual behavior such as homosexuality, exhibitionism, voyeurism, auto-eroticism, oral obsessions and sado-masochism. The personal acceptance of the aforementioned aberrations predisposes the subjects for animal activity; however, such aberrations might only be in the form of fantasies while masturbating or solely experienced in a dream. In the majority of the case histories found in the files of the previously quoted New York psychiatrist, general promiscuity, homosexuality, bisexuahty and many other forms of excessive sexual expression are present. In his bestial cases such is true almost without exception. Every known case that had been reviewed extensively pointed out the fact that the patient's other sexual behavior was of a bizarre nature. There were no exceptions in the bestial cases.
Although not of as much interest to us in our coverage of bestiality among higher social classes, the sexual experimentation that is very commonly found during childhood must be recognized as an important factor in the bestiality problem. It is only natural that one's contact with animals as a child would influence his relationship with animals in later years. It is the same old story of the farm boy on the farm or the lonely cowboy taking out his sexual aggressions of the animal within his proximity as a substitute for the real thing that is told repeatedly. All of such incidences must be considered quite different from true experimentation. The need for a substitute lover or the desire to experiment must be taken into account along with the rest of the motivations behind bestiality that will be brought up throughout this study. A major difference between most bestial cases and the bestial cases found among upper class women is that they seldom have the problem of not having adequate companionship.
We have taken a brief look at some of the reasons behind bestial acts. Although we have only brushed upon the surface of these problems to this point, we will delve into a more intrinsic evaluation in the following chapters, and conclude the book with a more in depth discussion. To review the reasons we have covered, they would appear as follows:
1) A loosening of morals and general change of scruple structure.
2) Financial freedom; time and money to spend on animals.
3) Boredom, especially among the more affluent members of our society.
4) Outgrowth of other sexual aberrations.
5) Sexual experimentation during youth.
6) Substitution for human sexual partners. These reasons we have just enumerated will be covered in the following chapters through actual case studies where examples of bestial acts will be reviewed and the reasons behind them will be expressed by the zoophilists themselves. Going straight to the horse's mouth, so to say, lends an excellent means by which to present to the reader a social study and sexological evaluations. The author feels that there is a distinct advantage in the reader being able to view such a study as clearly as possible so as to form his own opinion. Once again I will mention that all of the case studies and histories are of a factual nature and are drawn from reliable sources. We have merely eliminated the names of the people involved so as to have access to the material for publication. Shall we proceed?
Chapter Two
THE BESTIAL SEX RESORTS
We have just seen a few of the many reasons behind the bestial acts. The bestial group of sexualists is as old as history itself, but the particular faction of the group that interests us in this study is not something out of the past. The women that are of prime importance throughout our surveys are women of today. They can well afford to pursue their sexual interests without any restraints being placed upon them. Many times their strange sexual curiosities lead them to search for the "sexual resorts" during their travels, or perhaps the resorts give them reason to travel. These resorts allow them to enjoy their sexual interests without interference from individuals who do not share the same views.
It is only natural that the bestial group of sexual enthusiasts have resorts or particular locations that allow them the freedom to enjoy whatever sexual interests they might have. Over the past few years we have noticed a tremendous emphasis on travel of all kinds, but there has been a marked increase in encouraging people to travel to places that might cater to a particular sport such as tennis, skiing, swimming, and as we shall see, sex. The skiing enthusiast will travel around the world in search of the most challenging slopes, if he can afford it. The hunter will travel to the hinterland of Africa to get his crack at big game. The casino enthusiast will travel to the Riviera to have a go at the wheels, as will other people with the free time and the financial resources. Then, it only stands to reason that the well-heeled zoophilists would seek to coordinate their travels with their interests of a bestial nature.
An example of this traveling to and looking for sex resorts can be seen in a case history taken from the files of a leading physician. The case history of Denise Q. reveals that such resorts do exist and can be appreciated by dovetailing such personal interests as bestiality with scheduled trips that might be for numerous other reasons. Denise is thirty-two years of age and works as a head buyer for a large chain of stores that handle various items from all over the world. In her story to her family physician she did not admit to an extreme amount of zoophilistic activity. However, for the sake of the reader it must be pointed out that Denise was later referred to a psychiatrist where it was learned that she had been involved in many bestial activities. She admitted to having had countless sexual contacts with many different kinds of animals. Denise told the story of how she managed to make contact with one resort, such as we have been discussing, and described some of the activities she had seen and been involved with. Denise related her experiences as follows.
"I happen to make a yearly trip to Rio. It's a business venture that takes me there so regularly. My position as head buyer for a chain of international boutique shops sends me all over Latin America at least once a year. Year before last I had to make a trip to Brazil before my scheduled buying tour. I wrote to an old friend of mine, Raul, and asked him if he would be kind enough to arrange for a place for me to stay and set up a few appointments for me. I mentioned to him that I would be in town a little longer than usual, and could he figure something out for me to enjoy so as to break up the boredom a bit.
"Raul wrote me that he would be very busy until my second week in Rio, but he had referred me to an intimate friend of his who would arrange everything to my satisfaction, he was sure. His friend was one of the biggest travel agents in Rio and he was very prompt in sending me a manila envelope full of brochures from all of the leading hotels and resort spots in Rio. I was to make my selections and let him know so he could make all of the arrangements. There was one brochure that advertised for those people who like animals. It was a ranch retreat only a short distance from the city. I normally would not have paid any attention to such an advertisement, but a flier had been attached to it and there was a pencil note written on it by Raul. The note implied that in regards to our past conversations, I might find the ranch to be a very interesting weekend.
"I normally stay in town and enjoy the marvelous beaches and the wild weekenders when I'm not too busy working. Raul has been one of the central attractions in the beach set for quite a few years. I had a rather drawn out affair with Raul several years ago, so we are quite free in our discussions, the sexual enjoyments in which we engage. I remember telling him about this tourist resort I had visited in Virginia, and how I had picked up on the shows they had nightly. They were all wild sex shows, but I was particularly impressed with one where a beautiful young girl had sex with a horse. I wasn't interested at the time, but it certainly stood out in my mind. The guy who had taken me to the show had later sent me a dog when I was living in New York. The dog was beautifully trained to perform many different types of sexual acts on humans. All I had to do was express my command and the dog would perform in any way I wanted him to perform. Since then, I've always been on the lookout for a good show of some kind, or perhaps a little personal involvement with animals. I am not a nut on having sex with animals by any stretch of the imagination, but its a great thing when you need a little change of pace.
"As I thought about my conversation with Raul and my past experiences with animals, I knew that I would write to the travel agent concerning a reservation with the animal retreat. And that is exactly what I did. I prompty received a confirmation of my plans from the agent, and when I arrived in Rio I was met at the airport by a representative from the ranch. Such service didn't seem out of the norm since most of the resort spots like that are very costly.
"A tall thin Negro met me at the airport. He spoke perfect English and had a very heavy British accent. He ushered me to a luxurious new station wagon, which I must say is extraordinary in that part of the world. With that kind of reception I knew that I was in for a pretty outstanding weekend. I was shown to my room, which had a terrace that led to a private swimming area. I took a brief nap and then a swim before going to the dining room for dinner. When I arrived for dinner I was met by the same Negro and he introduced me to a number of the other guests. They were really a very swinging group of young people. They all had a marvelous attitude about the whole thing and they all knew exactly why they were there, and they were all aware of the exclusiveness of the situation. I knew right then and there that good old Raul was absolutely right about suggesting the place to me. I had dinner with a dashing bachelor from France. We sat at a table with a group of young jet-setters that had just flown in from the Orient. It was one of the most interesting environments I had ever had the opportunity to enjoy.
"We all enjoyed an excellent meal and truly appreciated the strong drinks for which most Latin American countries are noted. A little bit later a waiter made the rounds with hash pipes and bowls of some of the finest mixtures. I have never enjoyed pot or hash, so I didn't have any. However, the gentleman that I had enjoyed dinner with had some and said that it was the best high he had ever had. The evening went on in much the same fashion for quite a while.
"As people finished their meals and more drinks were served, a musical group appeared before a curtained stage at one end of the room. The group had a couple of electric guitars and a very good battery section. The tables were cleared of what remained of dinner. The lights were dimmed. The atmosphere seemed to change from that of a very swanky supper club to a very small, exclusive nightclub. The refined forms of pot and liquor was being consumed by the excited and merry group in fantastic quantities.
"As we all sat around socializing, I was aware of an increasing air of excitement. A young couple came in rather late and when they spotted my English friends they rushed over and sat down with us. By that time the Englishman and myself were best of friends. The couple mentioned that they had heard about the great act that was scheduled for the evening and had flown in from Mexico City. I then knew that the group gathered there that evening was in close contact with the activities at the ranch. I also learned that a very wealthy Brazilian was the owner of the ranch and only operated it for his friends and their associates without any profit to himself.
"While I was putting all of the information together, I hadn't noticed that the stage had been vacated by the musicians and that they had moved out onto the dance floor. They were playing a very smooth rhythm instead of the rock-type music that they had been playing earlier. The lights were dimmed even more. The curtains were pulled and the stage was completely exposed to the audience. A huge glass shield separated the audience from the stage floor itself. My English friend told me that the window was made of a bullet proof glass for the protection of the audience. It was a huge stage, much larger than I had expected. They stage had been set with live vegetation. It looked very green and dense, like the jungles of Brazil. A large trunk of a dead tree stood at the front, right comer of the stage. The tree had several large, colorful parrots perched on it. They were making outragous noises which added to the reality of the whole setting. With all of the foliage and the screaming birds, along with special lighting, the scene looked like a very real, very scenic part of the jungle on a bright, moonlit night.
"For several minutes there was no action with the exception of the colorful parrots. Then, from beneath the brush, a small group of rather primitive looking Indians appeared. They were wearing head feathers and elaborate leopard skin loincloths. They seemed to be struggling with something that the audience couldn't see. They struggled with, what turned out to be a young girl. She was a beautiful young girl with long black hair. Her hands were tied behind her back and she was wearing a white muslin-type gown that covered her body completely. One of the feathered captors brought out a large conga drum and began to beat out a rhythm that boomed throughout the audience and bounced off the walls. Another one of the captors pulled aside some brush and revealed what appeared to be a rack of some type. They tied the girl to the contraption. She was sobbing and the tears could be seen pouring from her eyes even from where we were sitting. My friend informed me at that point that the girl was not aware of the fact that she was on a stage and that the whole thing was purely for the amusement of an audience. He explained that the glass screen was made of a one-way glass, and we could view the act, but the actors were unable to see the audience.
"While the one captor continued to beat on the drum, the others knelt on their knees with their foreheads touching the ground. They appeared to be paying tribute to something in the opposite direction from the rack where the girl had been tied. The noise of the drum and the birds was interrupted by the commencement of a chant from the kneeling Indians. It was obviously some sort of voodoo ritual where the girl was being offered to the gods for a sacrifice. All of us in the audience continued to pour down the booze, but our throats were still dry. We waited for what seemed like hours for something else to happen, but I was told later that it was only twenty minutes.
"All of the sudden it all began to happen. The musicians started to play some music that brought us all to quite abruptly. The brush on the opposite side of the stage burst open and another figure appeared. The figure was clad in a leopard garment of some kind. As the figure entered the light on the center of the stage, it became clear to the audience that the being was a tall, statuesque Negress. She had catlike eyes that were emphasized by her very prominent cheekbone structure. Her jet black hair was glistening in the subdued lighting. All in all she was very sly-looking. She was wearing a cloak of leopard skin that hid her arms and the front of her body. The drum stopped beating and all of the men were on their hands and knees in a prayer-type position, and there was complete silence.
"The Negress was standing in the midst of a very bright blue spotlight. As the light played over her, the audience could observe her a little more closely. She then raised her arms and stretched to full length, which was most dramatic. She seemed to concentrate for a brief moment on the sky, then she let out a loud cry. The drum started beating again. The kneeling Indians once more started to make their moaning chants. The large woman gracefully let her cape slip to the ground. A sigh of amazement was heard throughout the audience. She was absolutely gorgeous. Her narrow black waist was flat and hard. Her ribs were visible and well-structured. Her breasts were big and exceptionally well-formed. Her arms were smooth and flawless in their shape. The woman looked as though she might be an illustration for a magazine doing a feature story on voodoo.
"My friend leaned over the table and whispered in my ear that the woman's name was 'Tigrilla,' or in English, catlike or wild one. I asked him if this was the regular show, but he shook his head for me to be quiets Tigrilla reached to her waist and pulled out a long coiled whip. She loosened the whip and popped it several times in the air. She then slashed at each and every one of the men that were still kneeling beneath her. The whip snapped and cracked as they took every lash without moving a muscle. The drummer beat the drum faster and faster.
"The pattern of the drums was interrupted when the young captive screamed out in fear before passing out. She had been watching all of the activity going on around her and had finally not been able to take any more of it. Tigrilla then went over to the girl and ripped her loose, white covering from her body. The girl's body was not nearly as vuluptuous as the black woman's body, but it was well-proportioned and very tender-looking. The contrast was fantastic as the huge she-devil stood over the young tender virgin. Tigrilla slapped the captive until she moved about to indicate some degree of conciousness. Tigrilla then spun around and threw her hands to the sky and let out a blood curdling scream. The scream was answered by about a dozen men coming out of the brush to join the group. At first I didn't even notice the men because leading them were the two biggest leopards I had even seen. They were very strange-looking cats. They seemed to be very relaxed and acted as though they had been given a sedative or some kind of dope so they could be used before an audience. Their serene look made me think that they might even have used some of the same stuff the audience was on. The group stopped as it reached a point directly in front of Tigrilla. They all knelt on the ground in front of her, except the cats. The leopards just sat on their haunches waiting for Tigrilla to give them a command, as she had been commanding the others on the stage. Two of the men, upon Tigrilla's command rushed over to the girl and untied her from the rack. They dragged her over to the group and placed her in front of them in a clearing before Tigrilla. Another of the men, who had also received a command, returned with a large wooden barrel. He walked over and placed the barrel beside the girl. Two other men then picked the girl up and spread her body across the top of the barrel with her back down. They spread her legs and wrapped them around the side of the barrel. One of the men pulled a small parcel from his waist band and opened it. The package contained a mixture of some kind which he spread all over the bottom part of the girl's sex area. After rubbing her down with the mixture and checking to be sure that she was securely tied in place, the men withdrew from the slender, white body.
"Tigrilla was satisfied with the job that they had done on the girl and nodded to the men to acknowledge that she was pleased. She then raised her whip above her head and snapped it a couple of times in the air above the captive's face. She then brought the whip lightly down on the young girl's naked breasts. With a tremendous amount of control and skill Tigrilla used the whip to play over the tender breasts, soft belly, and finally the sexual parts. I was very aware of the fact that the girl had not liked the whipping to begin with, but she was now enjoying it in a very sexual manner. Tigrilla was lacing the inside of the thighs and flicking the vaginal lips. She would now and then hit the young girl's clitoris. When the girl was excited enough, Tigrilla threw her whip to the ground and jumped on the girl. She kissed the girl on the mouth, on the breasts, on the belly, and at last she kissed and tongued the entire vaginal area. The girl, by that time, was moaning and groaning with sexual desire. As Tigrilla got more and more aroused the drum beat more quickly. The men, still kneeling and watching the sexual rites, were moaning an odd chant that reminded me of something similar I had seen while in Haiti one time. When the girl started to buck her hips up and down in a series of muscular spasms that yelled out for sexual satisfaction of the tremendous desire that had built up in her from the flagellation and mouth teasing, Tigrilla jumped back away from her and gave a command to the waiting cats.
"One of the cats went around to the front of the barrel and ran his tongue all over the girl's face, throat and breasts. The other cat started licking and sniffing the girl's feet. The cat's large, rough tongue slowly made its way up the girl's legs as we could see the girl getting more and more excited. The tongue finally made it's way to the girl's inner thighs and the private parts between her legs. As the tongue swept over her vaginal lips and pubic hair the girl began to cry out in a demanding voice for an end to the teasing and satisfaction for what her body was demanding. The cat that was working on her sex must have realized that the time was right, because he soon mounted her. His large forepaws encircled her waist. His muscular haunches pushed his enormous penis into her vagina. From the audience we couldn't see the actual penetration, but the girl's reaction was fantastic. It was a reaction that not even a top Broadway star could duplicate a performance of. As the massive rear of the cat smacked it's way between the girl's legs a brief catch in the movement was seen, then the movement continued as the penis of the animal was no longer denied it's rightful path. The girl let out a cry of pain mixed with pleasure. The cat really began to pound away at the girl after that. Her cries continued, each cry expressing a little more pleasure. The other cat, the one by her face, continued to bath her with his wet tongue. The one that w.as penetrating her began to pick up more and more speed. His tail was switching and whipping between her legs. All of the sudden the cat let out a terrific roar. He had climaxed inside of the beautiful young women. His haunches pumped two more enormous strokes into the girl. At that point the girl started to scream out her delight as she obtained a mutual orgasm with the beast. The cat withdrew and sat down as he watched the other cat take the position he had just vacated. As the cat sat there, I could see his huge, wet, purplish-red, pulsating penis as it peered out from it's furry encasing. The other cat started to service the girl, or perhaps it was an act of her servicing them in a sacrifice of her virginity to the animal gods of the jungle. The girl continued to cry out with enjoyment as she climaxed time and time again. Upon obtaining an orgasm, the cat dismounted the young girl and withdrew to sit beside the other cat.
"Tigrilla went over to the girl to verify whether or not she had passed out, which she had. Tigrilla then made a hand signal and all of the men disrobed. Her body was the most incredible super-human thing I had ever seen. Her hair patch was an enormous tiling that showed off the narrowness of a set of hips that could have destroyed an army for the pure sake of self enjoyment. As for the men, they were all endowed with very large organs. The men formed a line in front of Tigrilla and each one went down on his knees as he went down on her. She in turn, standing with her hands on her hips and legs slightly apart, was standing about ten feet away from the girl and directly in front of her. As the men finished performing their acts of cunnilingus on Tigrilla's person, they would progress in the most orderly fashion to penetrate the vagina of the unconcious girl. Every one of the men stuck his enormous, highly erected prick into the girl's body. When the fast one had performed his act on the girl, the curtain closed, drawing an end to that fantastic show of eroticism.
"I was absolutely amazed at what I had just seen. The rest of the audience seemed to be speechless too. I imagine everyone there had seen the usual donkey-women acts in various border town whore houses, but none of us had expected what we witnessed that night. It had all been done so well that it hardly seemed like a joke. In fact, it had been so stimulating that my whole sex area was tingling and wet. My English friend must have felt the same way, because he asked me to join him in his room. I told him that I most certainly would join him, but only on one condition and that was if we hurried. Later that evening I had the Englishman line me up for a trick with the cat.
"Well, as for sex with the cat, it was the most gratifying and wildest thing I had ever done. The beast mounted me just as he had mounted the girl on stage earlier that evening. It had looked as though the animal was being very rough with her, but he most certainly wasn't if he had treated her the same way he treated me. He mounted me with the greatest of ease and brought me to a fantastic climax in a matter of minutes. The beautiful cat had been trained to act on command. I really had that cat work me over. I just couldn't seem to get enough of that weird-feeling penis.
"Needless to say, my trip to the ranch was the highlight of my entire trip. I was in Rio for three weeks, and every weekend I managed to get back to the ranch. When I saw Raul, I thanked him profusely and told him how much I had enjoyed the animalistic venture. He laughed and asked me if I had enjoyed any of the other animals besides the cats. I told him that the other shows I had seen were full of many other kinds of animals, but I hadn't had time for anything other than the cats. However, I did promise Raul that I would try to enjoy a few more of the animals on my next trip to that part of the country."
The experience that Denise had was a rather dramatic version of the common "border town show" that we so often hear about in connection with acts of bestiality. Without a doubt, Denise's experience, as she related it to her doctor, was of a spectacular nature. In discussing the case with Denise's doctor, we learned that it was not one of Denise's characteristics to exaggerate anything. So, according to her doctor, the story that she told was a watered down version of what she really witnessed, if anything. The psychiatrist that Denise later visited told her family doctor that such cases of bestiality have a tendency to spur on the most extreme acts of voyeurism or exhibitionism, which is why Denise felt capable of actual participation after seeing the show. He also said that she probably would not have been so ready to participate if there had been no audience or other groups of people around. Such a resort, if one is to call it that, is interesting in that those people in attendance can either participate or just watch in the various bestial activities. Another interesting factor is that to gain entrance into one of these resorts primarily depends on whom you know and not so much a matter of how much it costs. Denise pointed out in her story that the people involved were all very much aware of the exclusive nature of their group. They were also aware of the various shows taking place all over the country. Throughout our studies concerning the establishments that cater to the bestial interests exclusively, it was found that most of them provide some kind of a show for their guests. The shows appear to be the initiating factor in zoophilism for most of the audience or guests. The shows are a good indication that these various organizations have the intention of drawing a particular interest group of zoophilists as opposed to the organizations that offer bestial activities oh their premises as a sideline or in some cases accidentally. The mere fact that the ranch was located in Brazil was important, for although Brazil has an excellent police force, vice squad and other such support bodies, Brazil doesn't have the rigid laws concerning such subjects as bestiality that we have in the United States or in some of the European nations. Given the free environment, such as one might find in Brazil, a person of considerable wealth or political influence has more of an opportunity to initiate and run such an organization. This situation is commonly found in other countries that are not as fully developed as the leading nations of the world are in such areas as legal, cultural and moral development. Dr. Jaime C, who wishes to remain anonymous due td professional reasons, represents an international political body. He is in a position where he must constantly travel to many places all over the world. He attends to a select group of patients who are very wealthy and all very well traveled. When Dr. C. was asked about organizations that cater to activities geared for zoophilists, he brought out several points of interest concerning his experiences.
"Yes, I am aware that such organizations do exist," Dr. Jaime C. confided. "I will make no comments in regards to my personal feelings about such activities. To me it is a paradox of medical and psychological thought. If an individual has anxieties, suppressed desires, etc., that can be released through sexual contact with animals of another species, it can be beneficial and harmful at the same time. I have one patient that would take a trip frequently to a pension in my native Latin American country. She would participate in activities that the pension is noted for, that is acts of 'bestiality,' as you call them. Her family brought her up in the most rigid of religious settings. She attended some fashionable schools, and she traveled a fair amount with her eldest brother as a chaperone. During her educational career and in her travels she was exposed to a lot of people that shared much freer attitudes concerning things of a-sexual nature than she had been exposed to in her family and sociological surroundings. She was a beautiful girl with a cultural air and financial backing that made her very popular with the crowd that is so commonly called 'the jet set.' At a very early age she married one of the leading political figures in my country. He had complete control over their situation, and a great deal of wealth to go with it. I have personally known the man since we grew up together, and I must attest to the fact that his emotional stability in regards to the sexual is rather strange. In his historical closets are the skeletons of many well known putas, or whores in your language, and male secretaries with whom he has managed to share carnal experiences. It is a well kept secret to all but a very few of us that happened to stumble onto the knowledge of his privacies quite by mistake. During our youth and the first years he spent in taking over his father's position of prominence, he sent a young aide of his to Paris to study political philosophy. I met the young man on the street by coincidence while I was in Paris on a medical venture. He was obviously a homosexual, and he made no effort to cover up his peculiarity. I filed the incident as one of little importance. Over the next few years several other odd relationships concerning the man came to my attention, due to my professional position. When this man of political importance married the girl of whom I spoke earlier, it seemed to be a very natural arrangement for two socially prominent people; Later she asked me to be her personal physician, which I became. Things went as any doctor would expect until she decided to confide with me concerning her problems of a moral and psychological nature. The story soon came out that her sensualistic desires, gained from her past, were being ignored by her husband. She said she did not know how to suppress her primal desires like the other ladies of her position all over Latin America seemed to be able to do. One thing led to another, to make a very long and sad evolution short, and she became more involved with another woman and interested in a small pension that focused it's attention on a clientele of depraved people. My patient got involved to the point where she realized that her situation was becoming dangerous. She then started taking trips to other such centers during the year. She and her female friend would travel to these centers together, and for the sake of saving face she always insisted that her little brother accompany them. The brother had been completely spoiled with all of the money he had managed to weasel out of the family fortune. It becamse a very comfortable relationship of troilism. After they became tired of their little games, they all centered their attention on bestial activities for a sexual outlet.
"She mentioned to me, which I'm sure will be of interest to you, that they were participating in an international circuit of resorts, clubs and other such similar groupings that were in existence for the sole purpose of putting her and her friends in contact with other people that shared the same interests. These people that all have the common bond of bestialistic interest know exactly where to go and who to contact with wherever they might be in the world. During our many talks she mentioned Tangiers, Lebanon, Madrid, Juno and Mexico City when talking about her various escapades. Her descriptions left no doubt in my mind that such places exist all over this continent and Europe, along with northern Africa, the middle east and the Orient. She seemed to be gaining satisfaction from such ventures at the time, but more recently she has developed many serious psychological and social problems as a result of her bestial activities. In her case, I see no reason to condone such activity because it was so detrimental to her mental and physical health and maturity.
"As for the paradox I mentioned, another patient of mine, who is from the United States, has had numerous affiliations with such organizations all over the world. She brags about her activities to me, due to the fact that she feels that her doctor is the only one she can freely speak with, I'm sure. This particular lady is extremely unfortunate in that she is so ugly. Being bom into a family with a great amount of social status and a great degree of wealth, and having the misfortune to have been raised in our materialistically oriented western society, she has had many problems. Naturally, I pity the lady to a certain degree when she goes on and on about her outrageous sexual adventures. According to her, the different places she has visited in order to satisfy her bestial desires are so numerous and widespread that she couldn't begin to tell me a tenth of her experiences. I don't care to get involved in this interview concerning the specific locations of all of these organizations, but I know for a fact that they do exist.
"In my professional circle of friends many problems of a sexual nature are discussed now and then. We have debated many of the pros and cons of quite a few of the sexual aberrations. We have often discussed bestiality, and all of my colleagues will agree, I'm sure, that it is prevalent and organizations of various kinds do cater to those unfortunate zoophilists. Krafft-Ebing, Freud and the Masters team have all done nose-counts on the subject. Therefore, it is only logical that those people who can afford to pursue such interests involve themselves in places or organizations that have a common cause. To answer your question about how the various locations of these groups started, I think you will find such centers wherever a geographical area has a weak legal structure and if the area has a clientele that will support it's existence. The two cases I have mentioned to you and the many more that I have heard about all stem from a situation of affluency. Taking that into evaluation, those people that travel to such locations do not seem to be indigenous to the area where such a center might be located. Proximity to the area where one practices an activity that threatens social scorn or possible arrest by local authorities is usually avoided by most; although, some individuals obtain a 'thrill' when involved in such dangers."
This interview with a prominent professional who has license to delve into the area of bestiality on an international basis gave us insight into that fact that these resorts not only exist, but that they are numerous and found in many locations throughout the world. The problem with the general coverage given by Dr. Jaime C. is that he left so many questions unanswered that were important to the subject as a whole. He failed to mention that prostitution is legal in his country and in many of the other Latin American countries, and that bestiality is often used in the whore houses to arouse prospective clients into taking a partner for the evening. Such visual contacts may sometimes lead to an individual participating after the "show" or upon much later reflection. The bordello has traditionally been the grounds of the male customer. However, in more recent years more women who do a great deal of traveling have begun to patronize such places, and especially when there is a regular show or exhibit.
Thomas H. told the researcher at one of our leading universities the following experience concerning his wife and several acts of bestiality:
"My wife and I never leave the city. We have jobs that keep us both pulling in the bread. To relieve some of the tensions that build up over the year, we usually take a little vacation every summer. We normally take about a month off and go to one of the west coast beach resorts. Until two years ago our arrangement worked out pretty well, but that particular time we went to Acapulco and everything changed. It was all very slick and smooth up to the point when we hit one of the whore houses. Another couple at our hotel had told us about how groovy the whole thing was. Well, wow! If the deal was that great we sure as hell didn't want to miss it. We hit about four or five houses. They all served drinks around a patio area, which seemed to be the focal point of the better houses. The shows were mostly made up of cheap imitations of hip American entertainers or some weak strip show. The whole thing was a heavy disappointment. A Mexican fellow, who was a lawyer from Mexico City, was sitting at the next table with his mistress. When he overheard me telling my wife how bad I thought the show was, he leaned over and told us that he and his girlfriend were going to Conchita's, the biggest fashion in the zona roja. My wife, Jill, overheard and elbowed me in the side to let me know that she thought it sounded pretty good. She said that she sure as hell would like to see something that wasn't second rate vaudeville left over from the thirties.
"The brothel was situated on a hill overlooking one of the bays. It was very swanky. It was filled to the brim with successful and rich-looking Americans and Latins. Most of the Americans had their wives with them, which made the place look like genuine nightclub. Our Mexican Mend lined up a show for all of us in one of the rooms of the old mansion. We grabbed our drinks for what was supposed to be a 'really exciting function.'
"Well, let me tell you! It sure as hell was exciting. A gal took a dog that looked like a horse. The girl was absolutely gorgeous. She did such a good job of exciting the audience, that my wife and I were turned on all evening while we drank with the group at the fancy cat house. Most of the people that picked up on that show had to pay through the teeth, which meant that most of the types that would have jumped in on the act or followed it with a lay later were in the cheaper places we had seen earlier in the evening. These people were really swinging people. They had seen such acts so many times that they didn't pay all that much attention to them. It was either that or all the guys were so pussy whipped that they couldn't do anything but watch. At the time I happened to be the latter. Then we met this other couple who told us how they had arranged their own private show, which Conchita's was noted for. So, cutting out the bullshit, we got a show going for the four of us. We asked for one with a damned animal. My wife got so turned on that she took a good hosing from that prick of a beast herself. We are not ivory types, and the animal screw was fine as far as I was concerned. The problem developed the next night when I realized that my damn fool of a wife had become pretty involved with that fucking dog. Well, there it is, she turned into an animal freak right before my very eyes.
"It seems that she wasn't the first to get tripped out by the dog's dick. People came from all around to see the famous acts concerning 'the best trained sex machines in Mexico.' As for my wife, well, I was and still am pretty pissed at her. The reason that I got so irritated is that when we got back to the States from our vacation, she bought an animal that was trained to do all of the tricks that the dog in Acapulco had been able to do."
Such an experience as Thomas H. related points out the fact that there are many cities all over the world that have a large tourist trade such as Acapulco, and in those cities there are many such activities that are encouraged by the club owners and hot tourist spots. In every city in the world where prostitution is legal it is promoted to those people traveling from areas where such activities are illegal. An outgrowth of this is the type of show such as Thomas H. and his wife witnessed. The shows are in existence all over, and especially for those people that want to see them for the sole purpose of viewing or participating in bestial activities. Other nightclubs, bordellos and organizations of a more expressed nature present a wide array of pornographic films dealing with such perverse acts. Although the topic of pornographic films would be several volumes in itself, I would like to point out that such films must recognized and associated with the more structured and formalized bestial resorts.
It is also very important to note that the two cases that told of actual participation showed a leaning towards group activity, which is contrary to the position that most of the organizations seem to promote- that of a more private involvement. Many of these "resorts" base themselves around a very nonsensational series of bestial sex acts, as we shall see in other chapters.
As for the quantity of bestial resort involvement, it is impossible to pinpoint the actual participation due to the illegal nature or the social pressure that society places on such deviances from the norm. The man that took his wife to Acapulco and went to see a show in a local house of ill repute involved himself and his wife in an unnatural and uncommon event. The lady that traveled to Brazil experienced a very exclusive form of bestiality. The doctor mentioned that through his patients he was aware of many such activities that were based all over the world. However, he also mentioned that most of them were existing in a very hidden manner. From the cases just discussed and other experiences we were able to view in other cases, it appears that we must verify the reality of many such organizations all over the world. It is very apparent, however, that the knowledge of such centers is limited to those in the know or those that care to know, like the wealthy female bestialists.
Chapter Three
FOUR-LEGGED TRAVELING COMPANIONS
"I had rented one of the fashionable cottages on the outskirts of a small resort town and had planned to stay there for a brief vacation. The weather was beautiful as were the surroundings. I must say that I planned my trip well, and I realized it as my date pulled up in front of the little cottage to drop me oft that evening. As we kissed and made plans for a future date, I thought about how poor he had been sexually. I also thought about how relief was only a few seconds away and waiting for me inside of the cottage. The car pulled away and I realized that it hadn't been completely the guy's fault, but that it was my fault too for expecting too much. He had been pretty drunk and was a lot older than me, so when we had fucked just a half an hour before, I shouldn't have expected the world. I could certainly understand his side, and my side was that I have a tremendous desire for sex that usually demands much more than I am able to get, which is why I always take precautionary measures.
"I unlocked the door and walked inside the cottage. I was instantly greeted by Sat, who was about to satisfy the anxieties which had build up in me during the evening. Sat is a medium-sized mutt. I picked him up several years ago when I found him straying on a beach that I was vacationing at. I didn't waste any time as I walked straight to the bedroom and took off my clothes. I called for Sat to come over to me as I flopped down on the bed. The dog eagerly jumped up beside me. He seemed to be smiling as if he knew exactly what we were both about to enjoy. I sat up and cuddled him for a minute as I enjoyed the simplicity of our relationship. He replied in his own way by licking his chops. His breathing increased and his bright red penis popped out of the fold of skin that usually covered it.
"His wagging tail and his lapping tongue increased my anxieties as I thought about what Sat was going to do to me. The dog knew that it was time to begin. He nestled his nose into the fleshiness of my breasts. My nipples got hard and the skin around them seemed to stretch. His tongue was rough as it made contact with my delicate flesh. I enjoy the wet, rough tonguing treatment Sat always gives my breasts before moving down to my more vital parts. Sat doesn't have to be told anything. He moved very slowly as he lapped his way across my belly and onward to my center of sexual attention. He tongued his way ever so slowly over the flatness of my belly, and he seemed to hestitate before proceeding on to the patch of hair that was waiting for him. My dog really knows how to tease, and by the time he gets to my plot of pubic hair, I'm ready to climb the walls for a climax.
"My well-trained Sat ran his tongue only once between my legs. It made me stiffly clench the sheets. I grit my teeth and kept my eyes closed as the shock of his tongue made me moan. In that one swipe of the tongue, Sat had managed to make contact with my anus, my vaginal lips, my opening and my clitoris. But, it was much more than the contact since that one encounter with Sat-'s tongue on my sexual parts set me throbbing. The dog paused for a few moments and then continued to go at me like I was a juicy piece of meat and he hadn't been fed in a month. Sat attacked me with penetrating licks that went deep into my vagina. He made long sweeps along the labia. His tongue would escape the area and hit my anus, which sent chills all over my buttocks.
"As Sat continued to build my excitement to an unbelievable peak, I raised my head off of the pillow to admire his handsome being. His eyes were sparkling with the same excitement I felt. His lean muscular face played up the neatness of his canine lips. His ears were perked straight up as he attended to his mistress. As for his tongue, it was the main focal point for me at that moment. Sat's tongue is very pliable, and it feels very muscular and thick. The length of it was emphasized as I watched him shoot it in and out from between the crevice of my legs. My visual attention to Sat was no longer possible as I started to have a monstrous climax.
"My whole body was caught up in a glory of tingling sensations that became a furious bucking and heaving of my hips as the roughness of Sat's tongue tormented me in his effort to please me. I felt the ebb of my sexual excitement come on as my head dropped limply back on the pillow. Sat waited for a few minutes, then he started in again on me. I got one climax after another. It was a grand total of seven that evening.
"Before I passed out into a dreamy sleep, I had the same thoughts as I will tell you right now. Sometimes my dates or affairs are great and other times they're nothing, but Sat is always great. Since he is always there and so devoted to me, and since he is always so ready to satisfy my sexual desires, I take him every place I go. He's the perfect traveling companion to fall back on when I am in need of a willing but silent partner to give me a perfect series of climaxes."
The young lady that just related her reasons for having a dog on hand to satisfy her sexual desires is not alone. There are many other people with similar desires who feel the need to have a steady four-legged companion. The desire for companionship in the human being is a very strong one. He is a social animal who is constantly combating solitude. Whether it is right or wrong that some women resort to companionship in a sexual sense with animals is irrelevant to our study since our objective is to delve into the bestial activities. After compiling a random sampling of bestial experiences among women, it became obvious that the majority of them did not have experiences with only their pets, but would seek out animal-human relationships to satisfy a biological or psychological need. It was also found that most women engaging in bestial activities for one reason or another choose dogs. The reason for their choice was a simple question to answer; they found dogs to be the most readily available animal. Also, dogs can be easily trained and, for personal designs, can be carried about without causing any raised eyebrows. If a woman might be traveling by plane, special cages for transporting dogs are available with most major airlines. The only difference between these women and their traveling companions as compared to most people who happen to take their pet along on a vacation is the motivation behind their desire for animal companionship.
The use of animals for traveling companions must also be related to the undocumented number of women who engage in bestiality with their pets and who live alone with their animals. I say undocumented because most women will not usually admit to having had sexual contact with animals of another species, and especially if the contact has been with a household pet. For a person to admit falling back on the use of an animal in the sexual sense in many ways is an admission of his failure to relate with other human beings. Other reasons for performing or having such acts performed on one's character can be seen in the following case excerpts.
"Well, let's get something straight. I like to fuck around with all of my animals. I screw them and let them hose me when I'm picking up on the scene at my place. When I travel on location, I also dig having a good suck or a groovy fuck from other freaks of the animal kingdom.
"I was on location in Africa not too long ago. I was involved in taking some shots mostly, but I posed for a few too. We were there on a little venture to expose some new fashions with Africa backing us up. You know? The old bit of having the wild and unknown continent, with all the natives and so forth, backing up our threads.
"I took this dog of mine with us on the trip, and let me tell you, he was a big horny son of a bitch. He can throw me a bit of screwing that sets me going and leaves me a mile high. So, I thought I'd just take that little doggie with me. I mean, not knowing what we'd be onto or how long the trip would take. There have been a lot of times where we've been held up for a while and I end up staring at all the fags and dykes balling. It's fun to watch their little acts, but it sure as piss isn't the most thrilling thing going.
"Well, there we were in this desert with all the pictures being shot right and left. One of the vans broke down, so we ended up being delayed there for a week. Fortunately we were near a village full of these black cats. I've forgotten the name of that hole, but I'm sure you would know it if I could remember it. The natives of the area are real tall and very wild-looking. They didn't wear anything but these little threads around their loins, and boy, did it ever all hang out! At a mere glance you could see their dongs and balls. Hung? Why those mother fuckers were too much, and I mean too much! I got one of the local studs aside and measured him. That bastard was seven inches limp. Now, you know by now that I'm a really swinging chick, so I had to have that kind of cock in me. I sneaked the black stud into my trailer since I didn't want him to be scared off by other people wanting to watch or trying to get in on a piece of the action. I took all my threads off and went up to him and sucked on his nipples while I got that big nasty-looking prick of his ready to latch my lips around. His limp sack was just hanging there looking up at me like a little container storing up all the jism in the world for my parched little throat. As his dick got harder and bigger, I let him grab my tits and handle my ass. He was jazzed on the idea of hosing a tender piece of white ass like me. I didn't give him the chance though, I slipped to my knees and got his tool in my mouth before that country yokel knew what had hooked onto him. lips, tongue and all the rest that goes into a good blow job were heaped to him. He shot in about a thousandth of a second. Big glubs of the sweetest essence of Africa were being pumped into my tender sucking machine. I worked him into depositing about three more loads into the head. Great! The son of a bitch went limp on me and I didn't feel like teaching him how to eat a bit of American hamburger with a little hair as a chaser. I let the dumb ox back out into the heat of the damn desert.
"The next evening I was walking my dog and trying to find that same piece of black meat. I just felt like having that dumb jerk shoot about a quart or two in my vage-track. I was looking over a dry gully of sand and watching the sun go down when I heard my dog let out a yelp. I turned and ran back in the direction that I had heard the cries coming from. I finally decided that they were coming from behind a big boulder and some dry bushes over by the tents and trailers. I didn't want to step in on the middle of a lion's dinner, so I peeked around the covering while I hid. And, wow! Do you know what I saw? I saw that same damn cat that I had gone down on the night before doing it on my dog. As big as my pet dog is, he looked like a little rag doll the way that black stud was com-holing him. That big black human joint was going into that little canine hole a mile a minute. It was a Johnny-fucker-faster scene to say the least.
"My poor dog didn't know what to think. He just stood there and didn't budge while that bastard put it to him. I didnt move or make a peep since I was afraid if I got caught, I might get the same treatment. I figured that I didn't need a dick that size, the size of a baseball bat, stroking away at my butt.
"Needless to say, I made a hasty retreat to my trailer. I waited for my dog to return, and you better believe that he was trained to come home. When he did get home, he gave me a sheepish look like a little virgin boy that had gotten butt-flicked by his drunken uncle in the closet while his parents were down stairs playing bridge. I laughed and laughed at the outrageous way my sex beast was acting. He could sure as hell dish it out, but it looked as though he couldn't take it very well. I finally got so horny thinking about that big buck pumping away on my poor little pet that I got out some brandy and had a couple of shots. I had a couple of mixed drinks after that, and wow, did the horns ever begin to grow out of my gourd as that booze warmed my tense body.
"I took my threads off and got the faggot of a dog to lick my twat. Normally, it would be something that would turn his little prick on, like a cat getting a dose of catnip, but not so this time. He went after my love bucket with only half a hard on. I fondled his balls and his prick, but he still acted like an old man servicing his wife before tackling the all important golf course. Believe it or not, I got down on my hands and knees and wiggled my ass right in his face. After all, I thought he might want a piece of human tail after having had a bit of human on his own tail. Shit, the damn mutt must have been expecting me to pull such a stunt because he really changed his tune and perked up. He mounted me. His paws grabbed on to my rib cage with unusual force. I could feel his hot breath hitting my naked back. He started his usual pumping. I've always admired his great skill. The dog had balled me in the pussy before, but never in the ass. And let me tell you that getting it in the ass was a wild change. It hurt me at first, but the pain quickly turned to something much more enjoyable. As the beast stroked away at me, I was busy fingering my twat and turning a trick on my clit. It wasn't too long: before I shot off, but that damn dog of mine just' kept on going. The whole scene was really a gas.
I never did get another chance at that black buck that I'd blown, and I sure had wanted to after catching him with my dog. However, I have been taking my dog ass-wise ever since I saw that big black bastard socking it to my dog's butt. I've picked up a lot of different kicks during my travels, and for that matter, so has my dog."
Excerpts from a statement by a twenty-seven-year-old female photographer and model. (Source: Primary interview.)
"Several years ago I was traveling with my husband when I encountered some very interesting activities. My husband travels quite a bit in and around the Orient, and since most of his trips are of a business nature, I'm usually left to amuse myself a great deal of the time. The particular trip I'm referring to now was to Japan. I had two days to entertain myself while my husband traveled nearby to inspect some industrial activity.
"Tokyo is so full of life that I was really pleased to have the time to freely look around and enjoy some of the better aspects of the city. I visited some of the temples and parks, and I dined in some of the finer restaurants and night-clubs. After the first day of running around and battling the crowds, I noticed a very nice steam bath. It was located right next to the hotel where I was staying. It catered to both men and women, so the little guide booklet that the hotel had given me explained. They pointed out that unlike the majority of the bath houses, it catered to the whims of the female patron as well as the male. As I said, I'd been walking all over the place and felt like a relaxing sauna bath would really be a good idea.
"I walked in and they escorted me to a private room where I could disrobe. I wrapped myself up in a Turkish bath towel and the slender young oriental woman who had been assigned to me led me to a very large steam room that was filled with many other very respectable-looking women. I found a big comfortable chair and sat down. My feet were placed in a low iron tub that was filled with piping hot water. My lady in waiting, as you might call her, kneaded and massaged my feet. The pain that I had experienced after all of the walking disappeared. I was given a pedicure.
"I was able to enjoy the heat of the steam room for only a short time. My foot massage and pedicure was finished and I was escorted to a large pool where I disrobed and climbed into the warm sulfa water. The water was very soothing, and after that I was led back to my private room where I had originally disrobed. My attendant took the towel from around my body, which I had just put back after my swim. I was told to stretch out on the table. I waited for the young lady to prepare her body oils for the massage. As I laid there, I thought about what an enjoyable and relaxing time I was having. My thoughts dissolved into a light slumber as I felt the well-trained and firm hands work on the muscles of my back, buttocks and legs. A light film of oil was being spread all over my body. I was told to sit up, and they served me a large, cool gin and tonic before
I was to roll over on my back. After I finished my drink I felt evern more relaxed. The atmosphere seemed more and more soothing. I could not see the owner of the expert hands that were giving me such satisfaction since my face was wrapped up in a warm towel, but I certainly did realize that they were expert in the job. After a period of massaging my lower legs, the hands worked up to massage my inner thighs. The skin, as it was being drawn and stretched tight by the hands, was causing a very stimulating sensation in my private area. I didn't move when the hands stopped for a moment, which I presume was to find out whether or not I objected to such treatment. I certainly did not give any signs of wanting her to stop. I must admit that my body, even at my age, is considered to be abnormally beautiful by most, which must have encouraged her to take the course she had taken with me.
"I have had my fair share of sex over the years, but to that point it had never been with another woman. I thoroughly enjoyed the sexual pleasure I was receiving, and my obvious acceptance was answered with more pleasure. The nimble fingers finally touched my vaginal lips. I loved the feeling I was experiencing and waited for the fingers to proceed to my clitoris and into the depths of my vagina. I didn't have to wait too long until all of my silent desires were contacted and brought to my sexual satisfaction. As my limits of sensuality were being approached, my attendant asked me in the most perfect English, 'Madame, if it would please you, I would be more than glad to apply the technique of the oriental pet onto your private parts.'
"Having no idea what the oriental pet technique was, but realizing that the pleasure in my own private domain was not to be given up, I nodded my consent- The massaging hands stopped as they transferred their position to my breast and stomach. Then another sensation was felt in my private area. It was a constant and rhythmic contact by a warm and moist body that played over my sensitive clitoris and surrounding folds of flesh. I gave the owner of such pleasure-giving abilities much thought, but I was too far gone in need for that culmination of the stimulation I had been receiving. The sensations became stronger in my lower parts as the hands on the upper portion of my body kept on massaging my breasts and mid area. The entire environment of that little room became a bubble, like the bubble that grows out of a child's soap pipe. The bubble kept growing and growing until it seemed like it was encompassing my whole universe. The tension on my nerve endings increased. My clitoris pulsated more strongly. My vagina contracted and relaxed and then contracted again. My breasts felt as though they were swelling. My mind was on fire and the space between my legs smoldered.
"Then it happened, the bubble burst. The liquids literally pumped out of my vagina. My vagina was tense with the gripping of my orgasm. My face was furrowed into a painful expression of delight. I jerked my body up into a sitting position so I could stop the fantastic action still going on in my lower extremities. I reached down and covered my private parts with my hand. I was so sensitive I couldn't stand any more. The towel fell away from my face and I saw the attractive, slender attendant. I also saw what had been giving me the extreme pleasure between my thighs. I was amazed, and I imagine that I should not have been shocked ...
"It was the most delicate-looking little animal I had ever seen. It was, after I had studied it for a while, a dog. It was so small and sensitive looking. The dog was an oriental breed that is very rare in the Orient and seldom ever found in the western world. The attendant told me the name of the breed, but I never have been able to remember it since it was a rather long oriental name. The sexual sensations that the small animal was able to give me were entirely different than anything I had ever experienced before. I won't say that they were better than the normal sex I've had from my husband, but they were different and very bizarre. After I recovered from the unsettling feeling that I'd been sensualized by another woman and an animal, I was gently pushed back down on the rubbing table. I experienced the same treatment for a second time. It was just as exciting as the first time, if not more so. I went back to the same steam room the next evening, and I have visited there on every trip to Tokyo since then. I even managed to buy a similar type dog, but it doesn't have the same flavor at home as it did while I was in one of those steam houses of the Eastern world ..."
E xcerpts from statements by a thirty-nine-year-old socialite who was an international beauty queen during her youth. (Source: Psychiatrist's files.)
"Such an outrageous question you ask me. Whether I have ever experienced or have known of sexual activities between women and their pets, with their pets traveling with them as companions? I would normally slap you in the face for asking me such an impertinent question. I will, however, answer you with frankness since you were courteous enough to request my doctor to give you a proper introduction. Really, young man, why this interest in such activities?
"Let me make it very clear to you that I have never been smitten with the thought of having any form of sex with animals. I must admit, though, that I have known quite a few people during my long life who most certainly have done some terrible things with animals. In fact, during the twenties and thirties I attended quite a number of activities where various films concerning such activities were shown. It was considered a very chic thing to do in those days. I had two roommates in college who, in their weaker moments, admitted that they had enjoyed carnal knowledge of animals more then once. I knew of one young very well-to-do woman who even went to the absurd point of having a tiny monkey travel with her for the sake of keeping her company and keeping her sexually content. She was always afraid that some man might befriend her in hopes of getting his hands on some of her fortune.
"Several years ago I met a man in London who bought a chain of kennels for his spoiled ass of a son. The boy had an animal fetish and the father thought the kennels would keep him quiet and satisfied. The boy has since established one of the best known kennels for training beasts to sexualize humans in the world. I might add the point of interest that the majority of his customers are women. His father mentioned to me, only a year ago, that he was astonished at the amount of money his son had made in training and selling these animals. He also said that his son was about to sell the business because those people in need of such sexual partners were becoming bothersome, and that his son was not enjoying the leisure time he was accustomed to having with his animals. If you want to know the truth, I think he was getting rid of the business to try and salvage what was left of his own personal life and reputation.
"My daughter recently bought a Lhasa Apso, which is a rare breed of dog that originated in Tibet. That is nothing in itself, but she managed to purchase it from that young, enterprising young man I just told you about. I couldn't believe it when my daughter told me where she had purchased the dog, but she wouldn't admit to any motivations other than that of wanting a pet. Can you imagine? I'm really going to have to sit down and have a rather serious discussion with her about such things. Goodness, and my own daughter at that."
Excerpts from a statement by a seventy-year-old "grand dame" of high society. (Source: Private interview.)
Chapter Four
RIDING THE HIGH HORSE
"Daniel and I were staying with some very well-established relatives of ours who live in a suburb of Paris. We had left our estate in England a week before in search of a little adventure. Our stay there was proving to be somewhat boring until we met this young gentleman that invited us to a party he was going to give. After spending only a short time at the party, Daniel and I were very much aware of the fact that we were surrounded by a very suave group of professional party-goers. Daniel and I circulated with different partners during the evening to get a free field of sex thrills.
"As the party appeared to be coming to an end, our host gathered the remaining guests together and invited us to fly to Spain that night with him. He said he was going anyway and that we would meet some people there who were planning to sail their schooner up the coast of Spain. We all decided that it was the only social thing to do. After all, our young host would be very disappointed if we didn't accept his invitation.
"The flight was a very smooth one, and the connection with the sailing vessel was no problem. We all boarded and as we arranged our gear the vessel got under way. Most of us were resting after the two day orgy that had taken place the first two days aboard ship. The second day out we had all gotten pretty loaded on alcohol and a bit of excellent hash. Daniel and I had stayed pretty close and had done a good bit of wallowing around on the foredeck while meeting and enjoying some new and very exciting people. The afternoon of that third day we sailed into a rocky little cove called Catalina. I joined a group of the people who were standing by the railing to view the fantastic sight of the shore as we pulled closer to it by the swell. I didn't see Daniel around, so I left to see where he was. I walked about for quite some time without finding so much as a trace of him. When I finally did find him, he was with our young host from Paris. They were both stripped and rolling around naked on the bunks in the aft portion of the ship. Daniel was pushing and pulling his pecker in and out of the area right between the young man's testicles. They had obviously applied Vaseline to each other and had done it several times to each other before I caught them. I had known of Daniel's homosexual tendencies before, but that particular day the whole thing irritated the hell out of me I left the cabin in disgust and rejoined the group on the deck. They were all diving over the side and swimming towards a sandy beach that was partially hidden by all of the rocks. They all seemed to know their way around very well, which was a pretty good indication that this wasn't their first gathering at that little cove. I found out later that it was their group's favorite spot for sex bashes.
"I was quite loaded, so it took me a little longer than the rest to swim in. In fact, I was the last one to make it to the beach. When I got there, I was surprised that everyone had already paired off or grouped off to have some sex in the hot sun and fine sand. I looked like I was too late to have my pick of any partner. A young girl walked over to me and hugged me. She asked me to join her and her lover. She said that she knew that Daniel had been taken earlier in the day, and that his captor usually kept his playmates for quite a while since he was noted for being the best sexually experienced homosexual in Paris. I looked at her lover. He was a short, muscular guy that was hung like a horse. We proceeded to fuck and suck each other in every possible way. I was really irritated at the bad deal Daniel had thrown my way, and I wanted to get even with him. As I got wilder and wilder with my two new friends, I realized that the whole scene was nothing new for either one of them, or was it new to anyone in that little group there on the beach that day.
"I happened to look up while taking the guy's penis in my mouth and while the girl was mouthing my pussy, I noticed a horse grazing about twenty feet away from us. His appearance shocked me because the prick on that horse must have been about a foot and a half long. As I stopped my activities with the man and woman, I realized that they were wondering what had taken my attention so abruptly. We all finally stood up and watched the horse as he slowly walked to another clump of greenery and began to eat it. The man I was with whistled loudly to catch the attention of the others that were still involved in tricks of their own. Finally, everyone on the beach had their eyes on the mammoth organ dangling down from the horse's belly.
"As everybody watched, I got the idea of how I could get even with Daniel. I clapped my hands several times to make sure everyone was looking my way. Then I slowly, with as sexy an air as I could muster, walked over the the place where the horse was standing. The animal lifted his head to take a look at me. He was a beautiful animal with very large, brown, sensitive eyes. I patted him and rubbed his gigantic nose. I patted his neck and then, ever so slowly so I wouldn't scare him, walked his length so as to approach his rear end. I bent down and began rubbing his belly. When I saw the animal was going to be still, I grabbed his huge cock very gently. He responded by making it grow even larger. I then got down on my hands and knees and started kissing the instrument. Upon contact with the big penis and my tongue, I knew that I had to have it in my mouth. It barely fit, but I managed to get it between my lips so that I could slide it in and out and play my tongue over the head of it.
"I was amazed that I was engaging myself in such an act. I was even more amazed that I was performing such an act in front of a group of people. I imagine that the motivation was nothing more than that of getting even with Daniel by doing a bizarre thing to shock him. Whatever the reason was initially, it was forgotten as I worked on the animal's large penis and truly enjoyed the oral gratification. The horse remained very still as I continued to work his joint in and out of my mouth. When I felt the animal was about to have an emission, I withdrew my mouth from his cock. I removed my mouth just in time as he shot out a thick, white fluid all over my breasts. Had I taken the liquid in my mouth, I'm sure it would have upset the fun I was having.
"I stood up from where I had been kneeling and turned around to face the group that had watched the whole thing so intently. As I stood there very erect with the sun playing over my body, I felt strangely proud. My nipples stood out pert and excited from my breasts. My flat belly was contracted and I felt as though it must have been very sensual-looking at the time. My buttocks and thighs were flushed from having bent down for so long My face was pink with excitement. All in all I must have been a pretty impressive sight for my group of friends, and I could see that in their eyes. We all looked at each other and smiled as everyone stood up. They waited for me to join them, then we all started down the beach and swam back to the boat.
"I remember so clearly the attitude that those people had. They were pleased that I could do exactly what I felt like doing, without being suppressed by all of the hangups that society has tossed on us. As for Daniel, he laughed and kissed me when our new found Mends told him about my adventure on the beach."
Excerpts from the case study of a thirty-three-year-old British lady of nobility who is very well-known for her libertine wanderings with her husband among the European "jet-setters." (Source: Private files of a noted British psychologist)
"Much reference has been made in literature and technical studies to the abnormal female equine feats of a sexual nature. Farmers and ranchers, usually male, perform sexual acts upon burros, horses and other such animals out of boredom or for the sake of experimentation. Many shows with such bestial acts in them were seen in Europe during World War II. They were used to entice the soldiers into spending their money on other areas of related interests. Bestial activities seem to be fairly widespread; however, in the particular social strata that we are dealing with in this study, many different aspects and areas of interest enter the picture. The lady whose experiences we have just viewed points out some of these variances. According to the psychologist who allowed us to go through his files, her problem was a deep-seated obsession for ever larger penises. The doctor told us that she had tried the largest dildoes she could obtain, and she used them with masochistic desires to do harm to herself. He said that it was also a characteristic of her personality to do the most bizarre things she could dream up, especially when involved with a group of any size. The erotica of a horse's penis to her is entirely possible because of the freedom of situations she can afford financially and the people she is able to be around. Women in high social positions, as we have seen, enjoy a trememdous amount of freedom to engage in such activities. This English lady made reference to the fact that she thought she might hurt or shame her husband by doing what she did, but according to her psychologist she had done such acts before and since then. It was simply a matter of circumstance for her. Other such women in her similar position are able to control their environments, if they are so interested, so as-to create such situations on a very regular basis. In Texas we were able to locate a guest ranch which is known among its high society patrons as something quite unique. It has been in existence for many years, but it has only been during the last ten years that it developed into a place that would interest us in our study of bestiality. The guest ranch arranges sexual relations between the guest and various horses trined for performing such acts. A primary interview with Sally P. revealed the growth of the ranch and the activities offered to their guests. Sally emphasized her own involved story as being the situation from which the ranch stemmed. We won't go into any detail about Sally's background since in her own words she told us of her development, which the reader will view in a moment. While reading her story, it is interesting to note how many twists of her life led her to having sex with horses. Her reasons for sexual interests in horses only stand to confirm some of the reasons we have already seen. Her initial rejection by her family, due to their interest in hanging on to their wealth and gaining more material things in life, was one of the first things that drove her to find some other emotional tie. One might also note the smooth coordination of her sexual habits with all of the activities that she must contend with in her daily life.
"It seems rather odd to put my life story in a contrasting position with the lives of other people. I have led a very abnormal life, and it has always been involved with horses in one way or another. My parents used to send me to their stables in Virginia when I was a child, whether they were there or not. By the time I started school, I was a better equestrian than many of the adults I saw riding at local farms or other stables. like all of the basic drives in life, I was curious about sex by the time I was old enough to realize that it had an important force in people. I happened to catch one of our studs in the stable masturbating one time. The animal stood there and worked around so the head of his penis made contact with one of his back legs. You must admit that for a child that was a pretty impressive thing to see. The little performance was interrupted by one of the stable boys who came in and put a harness on the organ to stop the expansion and to block the penis from hitting the leg. By the way, such practices and the use of those harnesses are quite common. I didn't ask the man what it was all about because I knew that such organs on humans were not talked about, nor were they discussed or stared at.
"As for having sex with horses, I must tell you how I became interested and how I was initiated into having such relations. A lot of people call us 'beast freaks.' After that episode of seeing the stud masturbate, I was really curious. So, I talked one of the stable boys into letting me watch one of our studs give the business to a mare from another stable. The mare was very nervous. They brought in a horse that was used for the sole purpose of preparing the mare for the stallion. After the horse had mounted the mare and gotten her excited and prepared for what she was about to get that morning, they led it away. Then they brought in the prize-winning stud. He was a beautiful animal and he knew exactly what he was there for and what he was supposed to do. I watched him rear up and climb on the mare. His hind quarters started to move immediately, but with a bit of uncertainty since his enormous tool wasn't in the mare yet. I don't remember who, but somebody guided the tool into her opening. As I saw that large organ stroking away at the mare's slot, I knew what sex was all about. The fact that a mare didn't have an appendage and that a stallion did made sense to me then. The appendage would go in the slot, and later the colts would come along. I then concluded that men have the same type of instruments, and that my slot was the same kind of thing that I'd seen the mare get humped in. At that age I even remember thinking that some day I would be led into one of those chutes and have a man stroking away at my slot, and I would be expected to foal.
"The first time I saw the mating between a mare and a stallion I was completely amazed, you might even call it a traumatic experience. Over the next couple of years I followed such events at our stables and even some of the neighboring stables. I realized that the mare never got hurt, and she usually would back into the stud to get more once he had pulled out. I remembered those big horse pricks as being larger than my hand. I remembered the texture and the coloring of the organs. I remembered how they looked before, during and after they had been used. I think I remembered them so well because I had to leave home and go away to boarding school.
"During the school year I would stay at school, and during the vacations I would stay at my parents' home in New York. I followed that routine for the next few years until I graduated from the eighth grade. That summer my father and mother stayed at the ranch instead of in the city. That was one of the few times I ever stayed at the ranch while my parents were there. Anyway, there were the horses again. I was flooded with the memories of all the things I'd almost forgotten. The school I had gone to hadn't given me much of an insight into sex, although I had learned to masturbate. When I started looking at all of the horses with their huge penises and the mares with their waiting slots, my mind really started working over time. I mustered up enough nerve to put my fish, which looked about the size of a horse's cock, into a mare's slot. I realized right then and there I would have to do some work on my own since I could barely get my little finger into it. I started out with my fingers, then later I used broom handles, candles, sausages and anything else I could get my hands on.
"As the summer went on, I thought more and more about the big pricks that those stallions had. I wasn't nearly as interested in my clitoris as I had been during the school year. Every time I went riding I would try to get sexual stimulation by holding my body in a certain position as the horse would hit a gallop. Halfway through the summer I experienced an orgasm while riding. It was the first orgasm I had ever experienced. I slumped in the saddle and the horse slowed down. I just about fell out of the saddle, and I'm sure I would have if the horse hadn't slowed down. I caught my breath after that violent first climax and rode back to the stables. For the rest of the summer I went through a little riding routine so as to attain a climax nearly every day. There were days when I managed to get three or four orgasms. When the summer came to an end, my parents shipped me off to school.
"That was an important school year for me. My father sold our stables and moved back to New York City where he had to start putting more time in with his factories. I spent a weekend with my aunt and uncle. That weekend I had my first sexual experience with another person, my older cousin. He was very good-looking and I had gotten the hots for him the first time I saw him. I had gont to all the school dances and had fiddled around a little bit with my roommate, but that was nothing. I was really excited about doing something with my cousin, which was probably a result of my activities the previous summer. He finally cornered me alone in one of the meadows near the summer cottage. He unbuttoned my blouse and sucked on my breasts, which were pretty well formed for my age. After several sucks, I knew I was going to have my cousin stud me. I unzipped his pants and reached in to grab his prick. I wasn't disgusted with the contact I made, but I was disappointed. After seeing all those horses' organs, I had expected something much bigger. Of course, I realized that a man wouldn't have the same size organ as a horse, but that cousin of mine really had a small one. He put it in my slot and worked away until he got his jollies. I made him wear a rubber since I'd read about all of the dangers involved with playing games like that and I didn't want to be a victim. I finally had to masturbate myself to get an orgasm. My hole was pretty big by that time with all the playing around I'd done with broom handles and the like.
"I knew after getting back to school that I would have to be around some horses that coming year so I could make up my mind about many doubts I had after that experience with my cousin. I asked my father if it would be all right if I spent the next summer on a guest ranch of some type. He thought it over and made arrangements for me to stay at this guest ranch in Texas. The ranch was owned by a good friend of my father's and he ran a very smooth operation for people of our social class. That ranch was where I had my first sexual experience with a horse - the first time I ever put my nipples to a foal's mouth, let one of the stallions nudge my pussy with his nose and tongue, and the first time I ever had real intercourse with a horse.
"Guest ranches that cater to the rich all seem to be the same, from what I've seen. This ranch that I went to had a main ranch house with a restaurant and bar, a game room and a large swimming pool tacked on to the side of the building and veranda. Individual cottages and adobe houses were artistically placed around the main house. The cottages were all very cozy and close to the main house, but far enough away from each other so as to give a bit of privacy. Since I was still very young, my father's friend asked the head wrangler to keep an eye on me and give me a few riding instructions. He was a small, leathery guy and was very sharp.
"Then it happened. About a month later I was leading one of the horses back to his stall when I saw a colt wallowing and scratching his back on the ground in his stall. I took the horse that I was leading and locked him in his stall. Then I walked back over and watched the colt. The young Palomino was snorting and making throaty noises as he enjoyed the roughness of the ground against his back. He had an erection, a fantastically beautiful erect penis, that was calling for attention. I was intrigued by it, and the more I stood there looking at it, the more I decided that it needed my attention. I was mesmerized by the sight of that tool. I finally, after staring at it for quite some time, let myself into the stall. Watching the hooves carefully, I grabbed hold of the large instrument. The dark colored tool felt hard and full of life. It was only half the size of the cocks I had seen on the studs at my father's stables, but as I had my hand around it I realized it was twice or thrice the size of a human penis. The colt became very still because he knew that something very special was about to happen to him. As my hand felt the wetness of the lubrication, I started to slowly stroke the tool. I could feel the pulsating of the colt's heart through the hardness of the body of his prick. My desires got the better of me as I took my boots and levi's off. I was excited to the point of being crazy. I could feel the wetness between my legs, soaking into my panties, and my nipples were erectly rubbing against the roughness of my denim shirt. I continued to play with that big cock. I kissed the head of it and rubbed the whole thing over my face. I rubbed it over my neck and breasts and then kissed it some more. I had never had a real sexual experience before, with the exception of the episode with my cousin. Experience or no experience, what I was doing to that colt was natural for me. I felt my heartbeat go up to what seemed to be a thousand beats a minute. My face was flushed. I couldn't resist it any longer, even though I was scared to death of the size of that thing, I had to have it in me. I stuck the whole head of it in my mouth, but that wasn't enough. I had to have it in me - between my legs. I ripped my panties off and started to rub the colt's penis between my legs. I worked and worked at what seemed to be impossible. Finally I got the thing to go in me. The pain was fantastic at first. The head and the shaft of the penis were wet just like my legs and pussy were, but with all the lubrication I still had a rough time getting it started in. After I got the head of it in, I could feel it splitting me. I felt the pressure that the huge thing was forcing in me all the way up inside of me. It felt like it was pushing my sex organs into my stomach, or even up into my lungs. To get it in, I had to straddle the colt with my legs on the inside of his hind legs so that if he kicked his legs would only brush brush across my thighs. As I was able to met maximum penetration I could feel the pressure of the cock in my belly area. It actually had extended my front about an inch or two. I started to raise and lower myself on the shaft and as I did so, I was able to pick up a little speed. The colt started to kick as he got excited. I got even more excited as I felt the mountain of muscle moving around and beneath me. It took very little time for me to climax after that. I started to come and I nearly went out of my mind when I felt the horse buck and deposit his emission inside of me. I was really very weak, and it's amazing that I didn't pass out. I felt pressure in my ears, saw little things in front of my eyes, and had the most fantastic gripping muscular contractions. The sexual sensations were so strong and emotionally gratifying for me that I couldn't even begin to explain them. I somehow managed to get off of the colt and put my boots and pants back on. I picked up my shredded panties and stuffed them in my hip pocket. I made it back to my room, and it was noon the following day before I was able to get out of bed. "I was awakened by a knock at the door. It was Jay, the head wrangler who was supposed to be keeping an eye on me. He took one look at me and smiled. I knew that he was well aware of what had happened the day before, so I just looked at him and smiled back. He asked me how I felt. I told him that I was very sore, but aside from that I was in great shape. He pulled out a little silver flask from his leather jacket and gave me a little bit. He took a long pull, himself, and then sat down in the chair next to my bed. He told me that the colt had acted very strange when he made his rounds last evening, and that he has noticed a shred of my silk panties and a bit of blood on the straw. He told me a couple of stories about how in the past he had seen or helped several women do what I had done. He said that it had been a hassle and there was a lot of danger in trying to pull off a stunt like that. The women always wanted more after they had been strong enough to do it the first time. That is, if they hadn't been injured. Jay mentioned that I had been very lucky in that I hadn't been hurt or even killed trying to pull off that whole scene. He told me about how he had seen several shows in Germany, when he had been stationed there in the service, and one show in particular they strapped a woman around a barrel while a horse had sex with her. Jay said he'd personally known a lot of guys who, after being alone on the range for an extended period of time, might 'hose a mare or two.' As a matter of fact, he told me about men who have sex with chickens, sheep, burros and other such beasts or fowl. As for women, he went on, they don't engage in such activities nearly as much as men unless they're some 'rich gal at the ranch' who gets a little bored and wants some real kicks. Sometimes women get hooked on such acts and only get their jollies that one way. Jay made me promise not to try such a stunt alone ever again. He said that if I.had the urge to do something like that again, that I should get him to help me out. 'I know all about sex, and I know you. So, don't be embarrassed about asking ol' Jay,' he assured me. The one thing that he didn't pound into my head was that such acts are against the law, but he did say that since I was a minor 'a hell of a lot of problems' could result for him and everybody involved if I ever got caught messing around with horses. We talked for quite a while that morning and got to know each other pretty well. After that Jay sort of became like a father to me. We talked about a lot of things other than sex, but it was nice having someone I could release a few of my secrets to.
"As the summer drew to a close, I had sex with that colt one more time. It wasn't a situation where I wanted sex with a horse all of the time, but just a good long, satisfying session to erase my desires for a while. I went back to school that fall with a fairly normal attitude towards school and all the little hassles in the dorm. Towards the end of the school year I made arrangements with my father to go back to the ranch. I had a marvelous summer. Jay and I became much closer and spent nearly all of our time together. At that point we never had sex together - that would have ruined our relationship. I did have sex with a colt that Jay had gotten especially for me several times during the summer. It was a very satisfying summer and at the end of it I was ready to go back and finish my last year of prep school. During that last year of school both of my parents were killed in a plane crash, and I was left in the custody of one of my uncles, who is a lawyer in London. I stayed in London with him for the summer until I could persuade him to let me return to the ranch. I finally convinced him that it was a good idea. He thought it might do me some good since I'd been so depressed over the last several months. My uncle thought my attitude was a result of my parents' death, but they had never had much time or love for me. I was actually homesick for the ranch and for Jay's companionship.
"When I arrived at the airport in Texas, I was met by Jay. He told me that he had a big surprise for me, and that was that he had sold some land he owned in
New Mexico and had bought the ranch a year ago. He said that things had really been expanding over the year and a half that I'd been away. When we got out to the ranch, Jay pointed out the new air field that had been installed only six months previously. He said that they owned two Beechcraf ts to service the clients who wished to keep their visits to the ranch very confidential. Jay said I'd probably like the new crowd since they were all pretty well-heeled and most of them had some really wild ideas about life. It all seemed very exciting to me after the drab life I'd been leading in London with my uncle. Going back to the ranch was like going home for me.
"Jay had been right about the crowd that was now patronizing the ranch. I stayed there that first year to help Jay build an even more exclusive clientele. We eliminated some of the old timers and checked all new applications thoroughly before accepting their reservations. As the ranch got a very closed, yet very excellent reputation, my legal guardian approved of the situation more. He visited us several times. Jay charmed my uncle to death, so he never asked any questions about me not being in school or not leading any kind of a normal life for a person of my position, since I had inherited a tremendous amount of money and property. The inheritance was all in a trust waiting for me to become of age.
"After spending two years on the ranch, I went to Paris to take some courses in creative writing under some very well off novelists that were living there.
Unfortunately, I didn't like living in Paris at all, so I moved back to the ranch. I had, to that point, traveled and seen quite a bit for someone so young. Jay always said that he admired me for having such poise and sophistication at such an early stage in life. My last stay in Europe had broadened my scope even more, although I hadn't been very content while I was there. When I got back to the ranch, I was somehow able to see Jay in a little clearer light than I had ever been able to before. I really liked Jay, in fact, I was in love with him. To make a long story short, I married Jay.
"Jay and I really went to work on the ranch, which was gaining popularity by the day. We started spending the fall, winter and spring on the ranch and in the summer we escaped the dry heat by heading for Madrid or Mexico City. We left the ranch in the very capable hands of our ranch manager, who was an old wrangling buddy of Jay's. The very odd thing about the ranch is that my thing for sex with horses never left me. Although my desires might hi dormant for months on end, the old familiar desire for sex with a colt would and still does pop up now and then. Jay and I have sex, and I will tell you that it is the best human sex I have ever had, but nothing can satisfy me the way a horse can. I had a special stable built with locks and special shutters for my private sex activities. We had it equipped with all of the support equipment that one needs to have a good sexual bout with any of the animals we keep for such purposes. One day a wife of one of the big Texas oil tycoons told Jay that she wanted to get balled by a horse.' She was the type who could keep things to herself, so Jay set her up with one of my colts. She sure did 'get balled by a horse. Just as a matter for the record, she became addicted to animal sex. That wasn't the start of our animal sex trend with the guests, but at that point the animal thing really seemed to be catching on with the more swinging faction of our patrons. Now we have quite a few guests that only come to the ranch to 'get balled by a horse.'
"People like myself who get a little something extra out of sex with animals are usually very interesting types. A lot of them tell me about numerous other ranches in the Southwest and Northern Mexico that cater to people with animal interests. I don't happen to have the desire or the need to go to a lot of different places to satisfy my more bizarre tastes, but a lot of other people with my same sexual hangups like to travel all over the place in search of new animal thrills. When I say all over, I mean all over the world. What is interesting to me, and I presume will be to you too, is that the growing interest in having sex with horses seems to be primarily among women. The men, although they do want a bit of action now and then, seem to be more passive. The majority of them like to watch such acts for initial excitement and then have sex with a woman."
Sally and Jay's ranch is a rarity when you consider that the great majority of ranches that cater to guests have patrons who are zoophilists. However, in the interview with Sally she makes it quite clear that she is not the only woman of her social class that enjoys sex with animals. She even admits that bestiality is a growing trend. Sally's reasons for turning to animals to have sexual relations are made quite clear by her in the interview. However, it might be important to note that some of the very same reasons are apparent in other zoophilists.
In the last two studies we have seen female equine sexual feats that have dealt with fellation and actual vaginal penetration. Just as in many spheres of sexual interest, one finds a wide divergence of interest. Zooscopia, a desire to observe animals in acts of copulation, is a form of voyerism that can lead to many different interests of a participating nature as happened with the young lady in the following case history.
"It's not like having a series of guilt pangs or a lot of worries about the way I derive such pleasure out of watching animals have sex or humans have sex with animals. That aspect really doesn't worry me at all. The thing that does upset me is the fact that I can't enjoy the sex I have with my husband any more.
"I have an unending desire to view acts of bestiality. At first my husband would view such acts with me. He even used to look around for various acts that we might enjoy seeing together, but now he just leaves me on my own. His only request of me these days is that I be very discreet about my ventures, since it would be excellent material for scandal magazines and newspapers, and very good grounds for blackmail too. I have taken elaborate precautions over the years to protect our position, but my husband still worries now and then about my 'hobby,' as he calls it. We both lead very normal lives, sexually too with the exception of my dissatisfaction, which I never admit. I do slip away every once in a while to get a thrill of my own.
"Another lady friend of my brother's, who lives in Rome, happened to discover that she and I had similar interests in animals. So, we decided to buy a kennel to further our opportunities to enjoy animal watching. The kennel we purchased was and still is right there in Rome. We cater to those people of the upper social stratas with only the best dogs from all over the world. My friend and I take great delight in watching the dogs breed. I was never interested in any one particular dog until we managed to obtain this prize-winning show dog. He was a Great Dane. As you know, here in Italy Great Danes are not the most popular or commonly seen dogs, so it wasn't long before a tremendous demand for his stud service was built up. We would breed him for a nice fee, pick of the litter and the opportunity to watch the grand animal perform his stud duties. He had been trained from a puppy to be a stud, and his ability to service a multitude of bitches over a short period of time was absolutely amazing.
"Doctor, as you might surmise by now, I still own the kennel with my friend as a partner, but my interests have strayed from its activities. My loss of interest, which began a few years ago, was due to that studly Great Dane. He was such a stimulating sight that when I heard about a chain of stables owned by a business associate of my husband's I went to England to look them over. The particular stable that I visited was a stud ranch for Polish-Arabians. When I arrived there, I was met by my husband's friend. We talked about my kennel in Rome and how he hoped that I might be interested in joining him in a future venture of sending some of his Polish-Arabians to America. I was very interested because, in the back of my mind, I knew horses would be spectacular to watch.
"We didn't discuss business very long because we had to rush over to see his prize stud pair with his prize mare. We arrived at the stable in time to chat with a few of the people that were there for various reasons. Some of the world's most noted equestrians, breeders and stable owners were there that day. The mare had been placed in a chute so that she wouldn't bolt or kick the stud. A stallion was led in to tease her and get her ready for her session with the stud. I was amazed at the similarity between the horse's actions and human reactions in the same sex situation. The mare didn't seem to want any part of the action that she was being subjected to before the stallion spent time with her. After the stallion had been there a while, she acted as though she wanted him to penetrate her and give her satisfaction, the same satisfaction that a human female would want after a bit of foreplay.
"My face must have shown my amazement between the difference between a mare and a female bitch in heat and the different way in which they acted towards the male of their same species. The owner grinned as he said, "As they say in America, get the skillet hot before you throw the meat in." Normally I would not have laughed at such a vulgar way of expressing such a basic and beautiful act, but the way he said it and the excitement all around us made me laugh with great abandon. Yes, it was quite a change watching those large, graceful-looking beasts get such attention as they prepared to give rise to the foaling of their gifted line. The whple picture managed to make the breeding of the dogs, to which I was so accustomed, seem like child's play.
"As the stallion was led away from the confines of the ultra sanitary breeding hall a hush fell over the group. The silence lasted only until the stud was brought in from an adjoining hall. I was like the rest of the spectators in my praise over the beauty of the regal and splendid stud. He knew that he was a gifted and highly prized animal and that he had a very important mission to perform. He was led to the chute where the mare stood waiting, and he began his inspection of her vagina.
"Doctor, you must excuse my inability to use the proper terminology that you, as a leading equestrian, are accustomed to using. I'm afraid my emotional involvement in the situation tends to make me sound like I'm talking about humans and not horses.
"Well, as I was saying, the stud inspected the mare's vagina while he made sort of a snorting noise. She actually bristled with his masculine pride. On his second attempt to mount her he made fine contact, and that seemed to give him the leverage he was pushing for. Right before he mounted her one of the stable attendants removed a harness contraption from his penis that had been restricting him from obtaining the necessary state to have an orgasm. I was told that the stud had a rather strong habit of masturbating. My friend pointed out that one could tell exactly what the stud had been up to in the confines of his stall by the places on the front side of his hind legs where the coat had been worn off from contact with the penis. As the stud mounted and his penis was given free reign, the organ grew to an incredible size. He was a large horse to begin with, but his penis was larger than normal for a horse of his size.
"The attendant guided the penis into the awaiting and excited mare. Her vagina seemed to pucker up a bit with anxiety. The actual copulation was amazing. The size of the animals and the organs involved certainly reminded me of the myths of the Greeks and the sexual connotations of their animals and their gods. The stud rhythmically serviced her. He snorted and went into a pantlike breathing pattern and the mare acted in kind. They would both bump into the chute and the wall that was caging the both of them in. The noise was really something as the two large animals had 'good contact.' The stud reached the peak of his natural drive as he 'poured on tiie speed.' He finally emitted his juice into the mare, and from where I was standing it was quite obvious. I could see the pulsating of his scrotum and what appeared to be a deeper series of muscular contractions. The stud withdrew his instrument from the mare's rear portion and backed away. The mare looked like she wanted more as she kept backing into the withdrawing stud. The whole thing was brought to an abrupt halt as the two horses were led back to their prospective stalls.
"Allen, the man that owned the stable, explained to me the importance of what we had just seen and how much importance it had on the development of the new line that he was becoming famous for. I think some of his enthusiasm rubbed off on me. When I mentioned the reactions I had while watching the two horses breed, he told me that he usually got excited and emotional about the whole thing too. I didn't really get that excited or emotional the first time, but the scene is still very vivid in my mind, and I think the event really changed me into being an 'animal watcher.' I was able to see two more breedings after that first one.
"All in all the three breedings I witnessed acted very strangely on me. The first one was an adventure into something new and very interesting. The second one I was able to watch the event with a bit more emotional interest and less curiosity. And, the third one was outrageous since I became so excited that my knees grew weak and my face took on an odd paleness, and to top it off I had tingling sensations in my sexual area. The tinglings became more intense as I watched the stud enter the mare and as I watched him stroke in and out. I watched the large cock doing it's duty and how they both shared violent reactions. As the sensations grew and grew, I began to realize that I was having a mild orgasm. It was very disturbing and very enjoyable at the same time. That was the first time I had actually had an orgasm, although sex with my husband and some of my previous involvements before our marriage were mildly stimulating.
"I grabbed onto the railing and felt my legs weaken. I had a funny light feeling in my head and I could only focus on the gripping sensations in my vagina. I started to get some muscular contractions in the lower abdominal area. Then I knew I was having my second real orgasm. It was wonderful. I could feel the liquids coat the outer portions of my vaginal lips and thoroughly lubricate my vaginal track. My breasts felt differently, as though the nipples were straining out from their surrounding flesh in self erections. I walked back to my car and sat down. I masturbated myself with my finger to relieve the terrible tension that had been left in my sex area after watching those two horses have sex in that desolate part of Italy. I had been driving to a sea port to meet my husband for the weekend when I saw the horses off to the side of the road. They were obviously engaged in some sort of foreplay. Then they mounted and started humping to allow themselves the same feelings that I had experienced while watching their act.
"As I left the horses beside of the road and drove on, I thought about that second orgasm, and how I had found the secret to sexual fulfillment for me. The following week I made a persuasive pitch to my husband concerning the stables I had visited in England. Due to the success I had with the kennels he bought into the stables in England. He also managed to stop by with me to see Allen and we watched some of the breeding together. He immediately caught on to what my interest was in the stables. I had three climaxes that day while watching a stallion pour it on.
"Doctor, It's been several years now since those first marvelous climaxes I enjoyed while watching horses have sex. My position in the English concern was worked out well, and I have managed to contribute to it's growth. My marriage is fine, other than what I've already told you, and I'm feeling fine physically. But, as I said, I cannot have any sexual gratification with my husband anymore, or any other human for that fact. As for the animals, they've been more and more entertaining sexually the more I get to see. I have strayed from my constant attention to horses to an occasional fling at my kennels. Sometimes I arrange for breedings just so I can watch. My husband is aware of my problem, but he no longer cares. So you see, I don't know what to do ..."
Excerpts from statements by a forty-one-year-old Italian woman wfro is well known for her good taste in fashion, and for the excellent dogs she breeds. (Source: Tape recordings from private psychiatric files.)
Chapter Five
RENOIRS, REMBRANDTS AND REPTILES
Greek history includes writings about a woman of high social standing who became very involved with her pet snake. The viper was supposedly a foot and a half long and was very attached to his mistress. She, on the other hand, was very attached to her snake. As a matter of fact, she was so attached to the pet that she kept it in her vagina. The snake would enjoy the warm, moist security of the opening and would leave only its head protruding out the opening. Mentioned in the account was the fact that the snake would now and then loose it's way, and the lady would have to insert her finger into her private parts to give the lost soul a bit of direction. Pliney tells about a woman who had a crocodile for a mat-mate that she slept with when her mate was away. During that particular period of history and the years immediately following, it was thought that the hide of the crocodile, while providing clitoral stimulation, gave strength and great power to a woman and at the same time aided her in maintaining her chastity.
In Rome documented cases of women using snakes as boudoir companions were not at all uncommon. Such reptiles were used as bedcoolers and sexual partners, as many writings of that time will verify. Concerning the same historical period, Martial wrote about the story of Atia, who was the pious and respected mother of Augustus. This woman of high position in the state went to the temple Apollo one evening. The stillness of the night and the droning of the priest interrupted her solemn sacrifice by causing her to go to sleep. As she was awakened from her deep sleep, she found that one of the sacred serpents of the God Apollo had entered her vagina. "When at last it slithered moistly out, the good woman purified herself as if she had just gotten up from her husband's bed."
In the Southwest and Western United States today, the snake is worshipped or used as a symbolic measure in regards to religious acts. In Africa and South America a great deal of respect still remain towards reptiles, and in many instances the respect is that of a religious nature. Even taking such specific locals into consideration, reptiles have fallen from popularity and spiritual importance in today's world. Richard Christy, in.his book The Animal Lovers, states his views concerning the popularity and sexual use of reptiles. "Snakes today do not enjoy the sexual popularity of earlier centuries. Among woman's most desired mat-mates, snakes in ancient times ranked third. Second were the 'lap dogs,' meticulously trained in the art of cunnilingus. First, of course was man, but without as broad of a margin as he enjoys today."
The symbolic aspect of reptiles has a very sexual connotation. Freud contended that the popular fear among women of creatures that crawl or scurry is vaginally oriented. Jung made similar appraisals and noted the sexual symbolism in the shape of the snake that started at the tail and led to the bulbous head that so resembles the head of a penis. This symbolism or resemblance has led to many an avid interest or obsession as seen in the following case of sexual obsession with snakes. We did, for the sake of this study, select a case concerning a very wealthy woman of high social standing who is and has been very active in the art world. We were able to make contact with this particular woman through a club of "super-sexualists" that centered their attention on the sexual use of snakes and other reptiles. Through the cooperation of the club and the statements in the following interview, we were able to gain a tremendous amount of insight into human-reptile relationships.
The woman was one of the people involved in the origination of the organization. We were able to contact her in New York, where she owns a respected art gallery. She also owns and runs a gallery in Paris. She told us that the members of their exclusive organization were not young boys, handsome men or domineering women, contrary to popular belief. She said that the group was made up of a very select sampling of successful and accomplished females who are all very active in one form or another in the art world. She proceeded to tell us the following.
"It is all very strange the manner in which our organization got it's germ for growth. I must admit that I was not the initiator, but I most certainly was one of the founders. I must tell you how the whole idea was conceived. I received a phone call exactly three years ago today. I remember it so well because today is the anniversary of our society. I imagine that the only reason I'm telling you this story is that it is one that so few people know about, and the organization is something of which I am very proud. We've covered a lot of ground over the past three years.
"Let me get back to the phone call, though, since it was that call that started the ball rolling. It was very early in the morning when the phone rang. I was staying at my studio on the outskirts of Paris. I was very tired since I'd been working on a painting for several days without a break. I had really lost track of time in my world of uppers, amphetamines and creativity when the call interrupted me. It was a very dear friend of mine calling from London. He told me that with my bent for molding exotic bodies, I would be ever so interested in a young lady that he was sending over to visit me. He said she was on her way to an assignment in Rome. I am bisexual and this friend that had phoned me and I had been very intimate with other young girls. In fact, we had shared and ravished the same girls on many occasions. Since he mentioned that she would be on her way to a modeling assignment, I was quick in telling him to please have her stop over and stay with me in Paris. I thought I had better take advantage while I could. I agreed to meet her at the airport that afternoon. I told him that I would be in his debt for quite a while as I thanked him for thinking of me.
"I stood in the waiting area at the international airport for quite a while. When her plane landed and she walked down the ramp, I spotted her immediately. She matched the description I had gotten of her exactly. She was wearing a full-length white cashmere coat, large dark glasses and a floppy tiger skin hat. Her prominent cheek bones were the only thing that stood out from beneath the brim of her hat. She walked towards me before it was possible to actually see me, due to the crowds. It was almost frightening that she seemed to know exactly where I was standing. I stepped out from behind a large, rotund man so that she could see me. I noticed a sharp change in her expression, which could have been a result of the shadows being cast on her face by the hat and glasses. As she got a little closer to me, I could see that she had a yellowish cast to her skin, and that she was not the fashionable alabaster white of so many models. Her legs were really the only part of her body that was visible, and they did not have a contemporary quality of beauty about them. Her legs were well formed, but a bit too muscular by most standards.
"My brief evaluation ended as she came to a stop in front of me and held out her hand. I shook the gloved hand and welcomed her to one of the greatest centers of all activity for people in her profession. To me Paris is a cold and rude city, full of phonies and an air of what had once been a worth while effort. We got a grip to carry her luggage. She had beautiful leather luggage, and had with her a very strange-looking leather covered box that had what looked like ventilation holes in the top Of it. We got into my Mercedes and drove directly to the studio. I didn't feel like saying very much during the drive home. She made me feel very tense and apprehensive, as if she was giving off vibrations of some sort. We got to the studio and I showed her to the guest room. She changed into a loose gown that was sleeveless and floor-length. She had taken off the wig she was wearing at the airport and I barely recognized her. When she walked into the living room of my living quarters I could see very quickly that the sun glasses she had been wearing earlier had hidden her delicate and exotic face. Her delicately boned face was set off with a prominent cheek structure that made a perfect frame for her large slanted eyes. Her eyes being green gave her a very sinister appearance. The one thing I couldn't help staring at was her hair. It was cut about an inch long all over her head, and gave a very uniform effect to the shape of her head. It was just long enough to keep it from standing out like the popular butch cut that so many men wore during the thirties. The hair was very thin and had a very plastered down look about it. It was not an ugly way to wear one's hair, it was just very odd. The hairdo only added to the sinister and bizarre appearance. As for her body, it was covered up by the gown she was wearing. I could see, though, that her arms had the same light musculature that I had noticed in her legs earlier at the airport. It was actually a very defined anatomical structure beneath her yellowish skin.
"As I stared at her I was silent in what must have been a state of being off ground. I explained to her that I had been on uppers for several days and that my desire to over verbalize was beginning to wear off. She explained to me that she had just recently recovered from a case of hepatitis and that she was still on heavy medication. I offered her a drink, but she accepted only a small amount of cognac in a brandy snifter. I also had a little cognac. We toasted to the continuation of her trip and mentioned our mutual friend in England. The small talk seemed to evaporate into thin air as we both realized that I was producing a monologue of petty nothings. She was in contact with me by a direct and penetrating stare that riveted my own eyes. She offered me a big black pill as the end of my small talk petered out. I shook my head to indicate that I didn't want any part of her pill. She gave me a piercing look as though to say I was not to ask why, but to do and never ask why as long as she was involved. It was very odd because I had a strange insight that I might die if I didn't watch out.
"The pill went down easily leaving a stimulating sweet flavor as it traveled downward. The pill seemed to spread its good will almost as soon as it hit the bottom of my stomach. I felt a warmth that was more than any brandy had ever given me before. A mixed feeling of emotions came over me at the same time, a feeling that had never existed in me before. I felt a stimulation of my physical and emotional being, while at the same time I felt a total sphere of relaxation and mellowness. It was very odd how my mind seemed to expand in awareness as my body did, but without becoming hyper like the uppers affected me. While I had been going through that whole change I was sitting in a chair in a somewhat motionless state. I broke my catatonic trance and reached out for my touch of cognac. As I lifted the brandy snifter, I felt a tenseness about my muscles, nerves and circulatory system. It was so very damn odd. I felt as though I was driving a car and had a total sphere of awareness of the engine, brakes, steering and all of the rest of the mechanical support, and that I was super aware of the noises, stresses, pressures and all other sensations.
"When my fingers touched the glass it was a mind-bursting event. The smoothless and coolness of the physical dimensions of the glass were spectacular. I could evaluate the density of the material. I could analyze the molecular structure. I could reduce the complexities of light refraction in the glass into a thing of artistic simplicity. The jolt of all that raced up my arm and collided with my visual awareness. I sipped the smooth French brandy. Once again I was shocked by my acute awareness and sensitivity. The taste of the liquid played an enjoyable havoc with my tastebuds. The high alcoholic content evaporated off of my tongue and the roof of my mouth as it seemed to parch the skin in my mouth and throat. As I slowly let it slide down my throat, I felt it travel down my esophagus towards my belly. I looked intently into the eyes of the woman that sat before me, and I could tell she was aware of what was happening inside of me. I looked at her - she seemed much bigger than real life. Her features were more outspoken, bolder and ethereal than they had been just a few minutes before. Her physical being was that of perfection. She looked as though she might be visiting an immortal. Her mind, as I saw it through her eyes, was flawless and far above the commonality of the situation.
"Did you just give me some LSD," I asked her in my confusion over the new being I had become momentarily. 'No,' she answered me, 'It is neither acid nor any other form of synthetic or modern tripper, but it is a form of nirvana that has passed from hand to hand for many centuries in the world of the dark.'
"I then realized that I was dealing with a lot more than I had expected. It was obvious that she was not a phony black magic pusher, and that she wasn't trying to create some form of artificial mystic setting. She had something of her own that I had never seen before, but I had heard of it- the super-natural. I leaned back after the sip of brandy and watched Michaela and tried to pick up as much of her and the total environment as possible. I am a bitter cynic when it comes to any form of romantic or occult games, both of which seem to be very popular with today's younger generation. I believe such games belong in the past with the plague and other similar curses.
"I stood up from the leather sling chair I was sitting in and walked over to the tape deck. I selected an Errol Garner tape that was very low in key and had a soothing constant rhythm. The lights in the room were low, but totally illuminating. My actions had been carried out with a perfection in movement; they were not the motions of someone on an acid or dope trip. I walked back over to my chair and sat down. The two of us sat there listening to our systems, minds and music. We absorbed the total environment for quite a while.
"Michaela stood up, breaking the trance we had both- escaped into. She threw her arms out in a stretch that showed satisfaction and an intrinsic gusto for life. I felt my own body pull and stretch with hers, although I hadn't even moved so much as an eyelid. She dropped her arms to her side and began a series of breathing exercises. She unwound and relaxed as she went through her physical trip. Then she removed her gown.
"I was not prepared for what had been hidden beneath her robe. Her skin, even with the yellowish cast, was a flawless expanse of perfection. Her legs were very well formed and muscular. Her buttocks were sensual and firm. Her belly was flat and hard with a clear sight of the perfection of her musculature underneath the rich skin. Her ribs were beautifully defined. Her breasts were small, but very well formed and erect. Her nipples were abnormally large. Her shoulders and arms had such definition to them that I thought of Gray's anatomical charts, but it was a very elusive resemblance since Michaela's body was slender without having the extreme musculature. She didn't have a patch of hair between her legs, and it was obvious from the lack of stubble that she had had it removed by electrolysis or some other terminal means. Her feet and her arms were true perfection for the knowing artist. Her body and face were geared for the unusual svelte, exotic beauty.
"I was stunned as I watched Michaela and thought about the newness of the whole situation. She didn't give me much time to ponder my experiences as she indicated, with her long, silver nails, for me to stand up. She told me in a very soft, yet firm voice to go up to her room and remove my undergarments. I was to take a shower and wait for her on the bed. I did what I was told, and that was an exception for me. I disrobed and showered as quickly as I could since I was both anxious and curious about the event that was to follow. When I finished, I did what I was told and waited on the bed.
"Michaela entered the room. She turned out the overhead lighting and switched on some neon lights that lined the arch in the ceiling. She came over to the bed and leaned down to kiss me on the mouth. Her lips were firm and moist with the sensuality that everyone dreams into a kiss. Her lips molded to mine. I felt the tongue that had been locked in her mouth escape its confines and penetrate my mouth like a searching viper. I fondled her tongue with mine and enjoyed the beauty of the whole experience. Even her saliva had a taste of sensuality about it. Her hands firmly held each of my shoulders as she lowered herself down onto the bed and stretched out beside me. Her skin touched mine and I felt the coolness of her body and the perfection of her skin. One of her hands slid up to my breasts where it played with the nipples and supporting flesh. Her tongue extracted itself from my buccal cavity and played over my cheek and towards my ear. Her lips brushed my ear several times and then remained there while she uttered a series of low moans. The f oreplay was some of the best I had ever experienced with either men or women, which I imagine was due not only to her ability, but the pill I had taken.
"The hand that had been massaging my breasts left the swollen area and began to massage my belly and hips. Her fingers were extremely long and were tipped with long, sharp nails. The skin on her hands felt very soft and firm as she aroused my flesh to the point of causing goose pimples. Her verbal sensualization in my ear stopped as her searching tongue teased and played around it. I moved my hands up to enjoy her unusualness, but she made a soft demanding noise for me to remain still. So, I did.
"Her hand left my middle area and ran it's way through and around my patch of pubic hair. I felt the same chills that I had felt when she made contact with the other parts of my body. I expected the hand to complete it's trip by making contact with my vaginal region, but I was surprised when she stopped. She pulled her body away and held my face in her hands as she signed my mouth with a long, wet kiss.
" 'I have heard about you,' she said. 'And I want you. Please don't let me down because I need you.'
"I was confused by the comment. She sounded almost demanding. I am well known in my circle of friends to be quite an expert when it comes to sensualizing, so I realized that she wanted me to prove myself to her. The challenge had been thrown at me, and I had to live up to my reputation.
"Michaela gracefully changed her position so that her body was over me and she rested on her knees. She positioned her lovely sex area directly above my mouth. As I laid there on the bed with the hypersensitivity still shooting through my veins and my mind picking up on just how exquisite the female organs really are, I wondered exactly what Michaela was expecting of me. I have a tendency to prefer male organs when it comes to their natural beauty, but Michaela's sex area was perhaps the most beautiful of any I'd ever seen, male or female, Her hairless crotch was spread so that about three or four inches of gap between her thighs left a hard area that was broken by her vaginal slit. Her lips were spread and I could see that her opening was ever so tight and clean. The coloring was rich red, which I later realized was done with some sort of special rouge. Her clitoris was about an inch and a half long and stuck out in a very prominent fashion. I could see her excitement for the first time in the way her stubby protrusion pulsated in it's erected state. Her vaginal lips were firm and very well proportioned, even though they were quite large. She contracted and relaxed her vaginal orifice with expert control. She clenched her well-rounded ass cheeks, which made up the perfect conclusion of her well endowed rear end. As she relaxed her buttocks, she contracted her anal sphincter. I moved my head up to physically enjoy what had been so pleasant optically, but Michaela reminded me that I was not to move.
"Her hips started to gyrate as they remained about six inches above my head. The entire rear portion of her body was lowered to my face so that I could adjust myself and enjoy the physical beauty of what I was about to do. I made contact with her sex. It was like obtaining a light orgasm. I had been aroused so much that just the contact with her ripe flesh made me have meaningful sensations. The moistness of my mouth met the moistness of her private parts. Once again the coolness of her body amazed me as my tongue played over the outer area of her vaginal orifice, lips and clitoris. I slowly teased her clit. I played my lips and tongue over it until I felt a reaction in the rest of her body. Then I moved to her vagina and penetrated it with my tongue. After knowing that she had reached a high plateau, I penetrated her anus with my tongue. It was not nearly as tight as I had expected it to be and it had a very sweet flavor. I moved my arms so that I could clench the richness of-her ass cheeks. I also stroked her back, thighs and arms with my nimble hands. As I felt a purring and moaning in her body, I knew that I had scored in giving her a fantastic climax. I was wrong though, she wasn't climaxing. She bent over at the waist and slid her bizarre-looking face between my legs. My legs had been widely spread for some time awaiting just such action on her part. As I felt her tongue dart around my pleasure points, I felt the same knowledgeable action that she had shown in kissing my mouth and ear.
"She managed to bring me to a state of near climax very quickly, just as she was experiencing with the increased attention I was playing between her legs. The secretion poured out, the bodies and organs were full of movement, and light sounds of satisfaction were being made. Then the drug-induced super awareness shot the pair of us a jolting and ripping series of mutual orgasms. The first few were quick and violent in coming. The six or seven that followed were slower and more deeply seated. Finally, after we had both exhausted ourselves, Michaela removed herself from the proximity of my face and climbed off of the bed. She did not look at me, but went directly into the bath and showered. As I heard the mesmeric sound of the water playing over her body and the glass door of the shower cubicle, I drifted off into a satisfied and exhausted slumber.
"When I awoke from my sleep, several hours had gone by. The shower was silent and Michaela was nowhere to be seen. I showered and left the room to find my new companion who had given me one of the best, if not the best, acts of cunnilingus I had ever experienced. I found her in the main room. She was playing some Middle Eastern type music and had placed several incense burners about the room. I walked over to one of them and breathed deeply. I realized that the smoke was affecting my nose like a mild sniff of cocaine would, but it had a much more pleasant odor. Michaela was stiU naked and had covered herself with a thin layer of goldlike dust.
"I was surprised that she had found some strobe lights I had in one of the closets. She had set them up and turned the rest of the lights out so that the synchronized flicking caught only a planned part of her actions and the movement caused by the breeze blowing through the room. The lights seemed to slow down all movement to gain the ultimate effect of a dream atmosphere. I had not used the lights for quite some time and was thrown a little off balance as I once again observed the glistening body as it slowly gyrated around the room. The music added to the unreal quality of the woman as she moved about. Her face appeared almost Oriental-looking.
"I poured a touch more of brandy and tried not to interrupt her exotic dance. She didn't see me, so I reclined in a chair that was lost in the corner shadows of the room. She finally concentrated her dance around a leather covered, ventilated box, the same one I'd noticed at the airport. She stopped moving about and knelt down in front of the funny-looking container. She pulled a very small key out from the hair at the base of her neck. It must have been taped there. She inserted the key into one of the small holes and the whole front oi the box sprung open. The front of the inside of the box was lined with latches and handles that were attached to three drawers, all of which were ventilated. The one on the top was twice the size of the other two drawers. She released the catch that kept the top drawer firmly closed, and she pulled the drawer out. The front of it was leather and the sides of it looked like they were made out of a stainless steel mesh. She reached into the drawer and pulled out a small boa constrictor. She held onto the snake firmly as she gently pulled the creature to her body.
"I must tell you that the appearance of the snake really shocked me. I have seen and done bizarre things before, but I had never been so close to a show such as that. I was a little frightened and felt as though I wished she would leave or that I could leave myself, but my curiosity and fear of being seen made me stay right there in the security of the dark shadows.
"Michaela stroked and petted the animal. It seemed to react by coiling and moving about her aniis as she held it at full arms length to admire it. The thoughts of the experience I had just shared with the same beautiful woman, the strange music and lights, and the sensual snake act all blended together and I felt my body beginning to tingle in my sexual parts. Michaela's naked body was tantalizing me as she went through her sensualistic motions with the snake coiling about her upper body.
"The snake took on a symbolic image of a massive penis as I watched it curl its body around Michaela. Then Michaela reclined on the rug and made a peculiar noise. It must have been some form of a signal for the snake, since he slithered off of her arm and moved to her belly. The head of the reptile moved so that I could get a good look at its mouth. I saw the tongue flicking about in such a way that it reminded me of Michaela's tongue. The snake moved in a very refined, calculated manner towards the healthy-looking thighs that awaited him. The thighs were moving up to a position so that her knees were bent and about a foot off of the ground. Her feet remained firmly planted on the rug. The snake reversed its position .and wrapped part of its body around the crooked leg. The snake played its tongue over the exposed vaginal area. She reacted immediately by moaning as her body shuddered and spasmodically arched up and down. Her hands shot for the snake's head and she rammed it into her vagina. The snake looked like he penetrated her at least a foot. He remained in her as she continued to bave the strongest orgasm I'd ever witnessed. When the tension was gone from Michaela's body, the make withdrew its body from her vagina and coiled around her leg with his head resting on her belly.
"The whole act was so outrageous and bizarre that I masturbated several times in protest. As I finished my acts of onanism Michaela recovered and put her pet snake back into its box. She locked the funny contraption and left the room to take another shower. When she had finished, she returned to the main room wearing a gorgeous floor-length smock. She turned off the strobe lights and restored the room to its normal appearance. She walked over to the tape deck and put on some Wagner, and then she saw me sitting there in the chair far removed from the center of the room. I guess I had a rather shocked look on my face still, because she came over to me and apologized for letting me see an act that she always kept for her private moments. I must have been very flushed and drained-looking from the way she showed concern. I told her that it had been one of the most stimulating days I had ever been through, and I could only thank her for visiting me.
"We had more intimate relations the following evening that were far better than the day before. She stayed with me for several days before leaving to fill her modeling assignment. When she completed her job, she returned to my studio and was a house guest for an extended period of time. Through Michaela and her boa constrictor, I realized that snakes are not slick or dumb as I had thought they were. I never had one penetrate me in those days, but I did have her boa clamp onto my leg and middle while I performed oral acts upon Michaela's body.
"The more I watched the snake and his mistress perform, the more Michaela appreciated an audience. The drug, which she had discovered in the works of an ancient Chinese cannery was becoming more and more delightful, although we always took it in moderation. We even conducted our own little study and found some new mind benders. As our interest in drugs, voyeurism and sensationalism grew, we decided that we should share our finds with a select group of friends. That was the beginning of the formation of our group.
"The first outsider that was invited to one of our sessions was absolutely amazed. She sat and watched, while under the influence of our special herbs, the gold woman danced to the eerie music while the strobe lights flickered out seconds of motion. We later allowed several males to attend one of our gatherings, but they didn't work out too well. We've found that women are more willing to actually participate than the men are. The majority of men prefer to watch such an act and then have normal heterosexual relations afterwards. As it stands now, we have fifteen women and one man participating in our group activities. We don't expect the gentleman to remain with us much longer since he tends to more the voyeur than the exhibitionist. We originally bought an old villa on the outskirts of Paris, but the authorities got word of our activities and we had to leave. We now have a lovely place in
Italy where we meet several times a year."
Excerpts from statements by a world famoust middle-aged artist and gallery owner. (Source: Primary interview.)
The lady that was kind enough to give us this interview has had sex with snakes and many other forms of reptiles, just as the other members of her society have had also. An associate of hers told us that he had metMichaela, which doesn't happen to be her real name, and that she appeared to be quite normal in her professional field as a top international model. He mentioned that he had taken her to dinner one evening and that nothing was said that could be considered the least bit abnormal. He did say, however, that there was something very secretive about everything she did and said, and that she seemed to be existing on a different plane or something. Of course, he had no knowledge of her activities with reptiles or the religiously oriented occult type group in which she participated frequently. When we asked him if he had any knowledge of her having some strange pets, he replied that he had seen several pet boas at her apartment. He went on to tell us that normally it would be considered odd to have snakes for pets, but that in her case it was different since he knew that she had been brought up in South America near some rather primitive villages. 'Besides,' he continued to tell us, 'people in a profession such as modeling often have eccentricities far worse than owning snakes.'"
Chapter Six
RARE AND EXOTIC SEX BIRDS
"I was surprised when my husband returned from a business trip he had taken with a peacock. I asked him if he had gotten the beautiful bird to add a little color and life to the gardens around our home. I thought it was an excellent idea not only for the picturesque value, but for safety too since such birds are notorious for causing an awful racket if something intrudes on their private domain. I had only heard of the birds being used for such purposes on two occasions, but the thought came to mind quickly since we had just experienced a burglary. We have dogs that prowl the grounds, but two of them had been sapped over the head that night.
"My husband just looked at me, laughed and shook his head. His lack of information was beginning to irritate me. Dave, my husband, started making an amusing little guessing game out of the whole thing. I made several attempts to play his game, but each time I must have been more off base because he only laughed harder each time. I was really annoyed by that time and demanded to know what the bird was all about. Dave had never been secretive before, but he sure was that day. He told me that I would have to wait until that evening to satisfy my curiosity. The evening was too filled with a great deal of activity. Among other things, a very good friend of Dave's was coming over to view an 'odd and very thrilling film.' His friend had given me a clue as to the subject matter of the film when I spoke with him earlier that day. John is an international show man who works along with nightclub owners, bordellos and other such places. He was always looking for unusual acts for his clients and his three privately owned clubs.
"We were having a small cocktail party that evening when John arrived. Dave went to the door to greet him. Most of our guests that evening were show people since my husband is a theatrical agent. He handles mostly big names, but he will occasionally take on a minor actor or nightclub performer who he thinks might have potential. At the time we were spending the summer in an old mansion that we had rented for.a very reasonable price just outside of London. We found our parties in London to be quite a bit more exciting than the usual crowd that attended our parties at our home in Hollywood.! was all involved in some ridiculous conversation when Dave came over to me and told me to meet him in the studio in ten minutes. I protested since I was having an unusually good time with our guests, but from the look he gave me I knew it wasn't the time to object to anything.
"I discreetly made my exit and went to the studio. Dave had placed three chairs in front of the movie screen, and the projector was all wound and ready to go. John rose to greet me and apologized for sneaking in the back door. He said he didn't want any of the other guests to know that he was there. I didn't know, why, but I didn't want to press the subject any further, especially since the way Dave had been acting. John must have known what I was thinking, because he explained the fact that he and Dave didn't want any of the other people there to see the film we were about to view. He said if too many people left the room, the rest would get wise.
"We all sat down and Dave turned the lights out. The film started. It was a color film with sound and looked as though it has been done by someone in the profession. A young woman entered the scope of the stationary camera and looked out at us from the screen. She was really the most beautiful woman any of us had ever seen, as we all agreed later. She had huge, firm breasts, a tight, flat belly, voluptuous hips and thighs, and it all sprang out at us from the screen. Her hair was jet black and her eyes were a very deep green. She turned from the camera and walked to the middle of an old-fashioned, wooden stage that was encased with velvet curtains. There was only one prop in the middle of the stage, a stool. The fact was that the good-looking nude was old, but her splendor and exquisite presentation made it worthwhile. The sound track was a take off on the score of Swan take. The woman did a rather sophisticated series of bumps and grinds to the music as she did her stripper's walk across the stage. I was beginning to wonder what all the commotion had been about when the same bird that I had seen earlier in the day walked in front of the camera.
"The woman did a split, and one could certainly see that she was as close to the perfect image of female sensuality and vuluptuousness as one could ever hope to find. She ran her hands along the inner sides of her thighs, then moved her hands upward to cup her breasts. Her head dropped back and you could see the definition of her matching strained neck and facial muscles. She walked over to the stool and sat down on it. She dropped her arms to the sides of her body and gripped the corners of the stool. She spread her legs in exact coordination with the sound track and exposed her vaginal area, which awed all three of us. The bird spread his tail fan. His majestic expanse of feathers, one of the marvels of the animal world, picked up the mellow lighting and was emphasized by the music. The bird danced in rhythm to the motions of the woman sitting on the stool.
"All three of us knew what was going to happen, but the simplicity and artfulness of the presentation kept us glued to the screen. The bird slowly did his dance and seemed to pace the floor in his efforts to charm the female. He then seemed to dive straight towards her. He shot his beak right at her vagina as she pulled the folds of flesh back to make his entry easier. His beak met her flesh and penetrated her vagina with the perfection of a guided missile. But the feathered image of masculine dominance did not stop at that. The bird frantically flapped his wings as he penetrated the gorgeous human body. The bird finally inserted his entire neck into her vaginal track and the woman began to have a tremendous series of muscular spasms that shook her entire body.
"Dave got up and turned off the projector. He switched the lights back on and looked at the two of us with a big grin on his face. We should have laughed, but we were breathless over what we had just seen. Dave just looked John straight in the eyes and told him to think about it. We all went back down to the party. I never saw the film again, and the bird was gone too. However, I did notice a dramatic increase in our bank account the following week."
Excerpts from a story told by a middle-aged, former movie star who is noted for her floppy hats and the amount of gossip she is able to pick up on. (Source: Primary interview.)
"Yes, I am considered an authority by many concerning the various areas of bestiality. I have practiced psychiatry for over thirty years now, both directly and indirectly. During that time I actually had very little contact with patients who had sexual relationships with animals of another species, but over the last seven years I have taken an avid personal interest in the study of bestiality. My initial interest in zoophilists started due to my son.
"We have a small farm in Vermont where we like to spend our vacations. When my boy was fourteen, he and his mother spent the entire summer vacation there. Since my son had the summer off from school and he had always-loved visiting the farm so much, I thought it was a fine solution for the summer months. I drove out from our house in the city, which is only about four or five hours away, and met my wife in town. She said that our boy didn't know that I would be there so soon and he would be absolutely delighted at getting to see his dad. My wife and I had lunch before going back to the farm. My boy was out in the barn, so I went out there to see him and tell him that supper was just about ready. My wife had told me that he had been spending a lot of time with the chickens and had apparently become very fond of his feathered friends.
"I mentioned that the boy didn't know I'd be there so soon. Well, you'd better believe he was surprised to see me. I lifted the latch off of the door. It was quite heavy and hard to open, which I imagine had kept my wife out of the barn. I walked in and was truly amazed at what I found. There was my boy sitting on a wooden box without a stitch of clothing on. His penis was highly erected and he had it shoved up into the insides of a hen. He was holding the hen with both hands and was moving the bird up and down so as to stimulate his sexual organ to the point where he could obtain a climax. He did not hear me enter, so I quietly left. I went back into the house for about ten minutes and then returned to the barn making a lot of noise and calling his name. He ran out of the barn fully clothed as if nothing at all had been going on inside of the barn. He was surprised to see me and gave me a great big hug, but I'm sure he wasn't nearly as surprised as I had been just ten minutes earlier.
"Well, I read up on acts of bestiality, as they are so frequently called. Having sex with birds is rare, but in farming communities and prisons where they raise poultry, birds are often used for sexual practices. The anal orifice of a chicken is large enough to hold and release an egg, so it can accommodate a human penis. As I did more research on the subject, I was surprised at the number of cases reported by medical personnel concerning such practices. As my own personal dilemma with my son caused me to take an interest in the subject, so did my curiosity cause me to find that such cases of human fowl sex had been written about extensively in conjunction with sexual studies of related acts.
"I called my boy into the office when I thought I knew enough about his actions and why he was enjoying such perverted acts. He was very ashamed of my having seen him, but I talked with him and showed him twenty-three documented cases of human/fowl sex. It was only a matter of a few months before we were able to clear up his problems. Later I gave a lecture to a society of practicing psychiatrists, to which I belong, concerning bestial relationships. My speech was well accepted and I got some interesting reactions, comments, questions and new bits of information from my colleagues. In fact, during the next two months, I had four referrals of patients who were having difficulty in their relationships with other humans and had turned to animals of another species for intimate relations. I was able to help three of them with time and the patient's cooperation as well.
"In the last few years I have had quite a few bestiality cases. Four of them that I can think of off hand involved female and fowl relations. One was a young lady who was a wealthy, spoiled mess. She managed to get several penguins to go in her swimming pool with her. She would take off all of her clothes and jump in the pool stark naked to swim around with her pet penguins. The frolicking and bodily contact with the birds excited her greatly. She would then have intercourse with a human or masturbate. Another case concerned an older woman who would strap on a false penis and have intercourse with an ostrich. Before we could straighten her out, however, she was caught at the zoo where she would practice her bizarre actions. She was tried and convicted and sent to a mental institution.
"I could go on and on about the relationships that humans have with birds and other animals. Many times the incidents are outright sexual contacts, and other times they are fantasy sexual ventures. I'd say a vast majority of the cases where one finds abnormal practices between humans and other animals are sexual identity cases, or cases where the individual cannot relate to other humans."
Excerpts from an interview with a leading psychiatrist who is an authority on sexual aberrations of all kinds. (Source: Private interview.)
As we have seen in the two previous interviews, bestiality does exist with the use of fowl. Naturally the practices of humans having sexual relations with a feathered animal are extremely rare. Males have more of an opportunity to sexualize such creatures than do females, the reasons being quite obvious. It is not uncommon, as the doctor pointed out, to find a sex-starved male who might happen to be around such fowl as chickens or ducks, both of which have large anal openings, and performing acts of sodomy upon them. In The Love Menagerie, by William G. Philips, it is learned that, "In the Orient, where the male penis is smaller on the average then it is among other races, the duck has enjoyed great popularity with bestialists. Geese and chickens also come in for more than passing attention in the Far East."
Among the birds that have a size factor that would lend itself to human sexual use, the swan is the most similar. Such a fact was discovered many centuries ago, which put swan-human intercourse into a light of reality. Relating the size factor to the historical data leads to the belief that the feathered creatures are the least interesting animals to use in acts of bestiality; that is, of those animals that are in the interest sphere, which would exclude such things as insects, porcupines, and slugs.
Chapter Seven
SADO-ZOOPHOBIA
Sado-zoophobia is a term that we have coined for the purpose of describing those people who are involved in one way or another in the area of sado-masochistic sexual activities with animals. Zoophobia, meaning a fear of animals, is the opposite of zoophilism, meaning a love of animals. However, it must be brought out that neither of these words by themselves have a sexual connotation, but we have used them throughout this study in similar areas of interest to better express an idea or for the sake of simplicity.
The subject of the pain-pleasure design, when involved with sex, becomes a subject of great magnitude and complexity. This interest in abusing or being abused, sadism or masochism, has been brought to light by many leading authorities in numerous studies, but for the sake of our study we will place on emphasis on only a small scope of such interests. Anthony Crowell, in his book The Body Abusers, brings up some interesting concepts. "The vast sexual upheaval or renaissance that has taken place in our present culture has produced or bred many different and quite specialized types of individuals. The sex abuser would appear to be one of these. Many psychologists and psychiatrists have a tendency to consider such as actual psychopaths." Depending on the degree of activity concerning abuse and the individual value judgment, these people have different categorical identities. Mr. Crowell continued to state that, "The more lenient or permissive type of expert suggests that these people may be merely over-sexed, a bit too well-educated, or simply self-indulgent."
Whatever the reason might be, the trend to involve an animal or two in such activities as abusing has become very popular with the female zoophilists. Mary Jane R. reported to her psychiatrist that she had been involved with her husband in many different swapping sessions where different married couples would exchange their partner for someone else's wife or husband just for that evening. She continued her story of how the whole group became more "freakish" in their attitudes. These various compulsions and hungers that the group enjoyed were getting out of control when Mary Jane and her husband decided to get involved with a newer and fresher group. During their second get together with the group, something happened that deeply disturbed Mary Jane, which was exactly why she went to see a psychiatrist. She told the doctor that she was seeking help to extricate herself from something that she felt had gone too far.
"We had another couple over to the house for a bite to eat that particular night-. Jeff, my husband, told Anna and Bill to make themselves at home while he fired up the pit on our terraza. We were all sitting around having wine coolers when the phone jingled. That's right, our phone doesn't ring, it jingles. Jeff came rushing back in and answered it before I could get off my duff. The call must have been funny as hell because Jeff was roaring with laughter and kept asking whoever it was if what they were saying was actually true.
"Anna, Bill and I waited for Jeff to finish his conversation, but he talked forever. As it turned out, Jeff said that our new group of friends were having a party, at least that's the way he put it to the three of us. When Jeff winked at me I knew that he had been pretending about the phone conversation and that he had never really been talking to anybody. As for the party, I guessed that it had to do with the new group of friends that we had been swinging with last week. Swinging in a sexual way, I mean. Jeff had set up our unsuspecting guests. Well, after a couple more wine coolers and a great cook-out they said that they would be more than glad to go to the party with us.
"Jeff excused himself after dinner and went to his room. He said that he was going to slip into something a bit more comfortable. In a few minutes he bellowed for me to bring him something from the bathroom. I didn't like him yelling at me like that in front of our guests. I excused myself and got what he wanted and took it up to him. As I walked in the room, he told me to sit down on the bed for a second, which I did. He then walked over and closed the door. I didnt think anything of it until I noticed a nasty glint in his eyes and he looked at me with a very mischievous grin.
"Jeff walked over to me and told me to stand up. I did exactly what he told me to do. He then bent down, reached his hand under my dress and yanked my panties down. As I stood there I could not believe that Jeff was being so mean. We've swung at a lot of group sessions before, but the way he was acting that evening was different. He pulled up the skirt of the light summer dress and as he did so he unzipped his fly and pulled his peter out. He is really hung and knows how to use it, but I like to at least engage in a little foreplay. He certainly didn't give me a chance for any of that. He jammed that big root of his between my legs and pumped away until he came. He didn't get inside of me, it was just between my legs.
"Well, I went in the bathroom to clean up and then to my room to change clothes. The whole time Jeff was hollering at me to hurry up. We finally left and went to the party. I was really in a bad mood. The party wasn't much to begin with, and I had a lot to drink in a hurry. Anna and I were sitting on the sofa while Jeff and Bill went to get us another drink. A couple across the room were in the process of turning each other on, but besides that things were very dull. Then this little tiny Chihuahua came running into the room. The hostess tried to catch it, but it kept running around and managed to stay clear of her. Well, after the little animal ran around the living room a few times we all started to laugh. It finally picked me for protection, to keep him from getting shut back in the bedroom he had escaped from. I have the most horrible fear of dogs, but this tiny, nervous little thing jumped up on my lap. I didn't notice until everyone started laughing their heads off that the little animal had a bright, red hard on. His little prick was actually kind of cute. He was also humping away at me. The little mutt must have smelled the mess that Jess had dumped on me when he'd gotten me between the legs earlier. Jeff yelled out real loudly that I should be a sport and put out for the animal like I did for him. I was getting frightened, and I knew that Jeff was being mean. He knew how frightened I was of dogs. He winked at Bill and they both came over and grabbed my legs and spread them, while another guy pulled my panties down, pulled my skirt up and shoved that horrible little animal between my legs. It had a tongue that was like sandpaper and it seemed to be really excited over my odor. It really started to go to town. I looked at Jeff in a pleading way for relief, but he just laughed and told me to enjoy it. The rest of the people in the room were all laughing and preparing for some serious sex stuff after the dog was done. I came in a hurry and it was a good come too. My fear was just too intense to get what I should have gotten out of the whole thing. I excused myself and went to the John. After cleaning myself, I quietly left through the back entrance of the house and went home. Jeff apologized the next morning, but I still feel that he will try a similar stunt again."
The group that had gathered that evening did not think anything was abnormal about the scene Mary Jane had been put through. They were a group of libertines getting together for an animalistic coupling between humans. Exhibitionism and voyeurism are natural practices by them, but for the young lady that was terrified by dogs it was a traumatic experience of being victimized by a sadist. Other incidences were brought to our attention through an investigation, conducted by some of our researchers, where tapes of interviews delving into the area of sado-masochism were collected. The investigation was not conducted for the purpose of discovering information about bestiality, but four different instances involving bestial acts were revealed by the various people interviewed ...
CASE STUDY- Amelia D. disclosed in the following interview how she managed to use animals to punish her unsuspecting lovers. Amelia is an independently wealthy widow, thirty-two years of age. Her financial support has given access to many subjects for her personal pleasure and experimentation.
INTERVIEWER: "You mentioned in our previous chat that you find sexual satisfaction in being sadistic towards your male friends that you see on a social level?"
SUBJECT: "You are right. I most certainly do get a kick out of pulling off such stunts."
INTERVIEWER: "How far do you carry out your sadistic drives?"
SUBJECT: "It all depends on the individual guy and how much I think he's willing to take."
INTERVIEWER: "You mention stunts as though you don't expose all of your male friends to your sadistic drives."
SUBJECT: "Yes, that is correct. I will only pull off a stunt on a guy that I know will play along with me to a certain degree. You know, some guy that is bent towards masochism so I know he won't try to make a stink about it."
SUBJECT: "Right now, I'm on an animal kick. I used to like to tie my victim to the bed and whip him, bum him, pinch him or do other things that would pain him."
INTERVIEWER: "Could you tell me why the animal participation is more satisfactory for you?"
SUBJECT: "Right now it's new and different. I also like the idea of watching the animal go after a guy and the three party participation is a complete thrill."
INTERVIEWER: "Have you ever used a human third party?"
SUBJECT: "No, I don't really dig scenes with a lot of people rolling around on each other. The animals do exactly what I tell them to do and they never talk back, and animals don't have to sit around and brag about their sexual conquests later."
INTERVIEWER: "Just what is it that you do when you use an animal as an agent to carry out your sadistic leanings?"
SUBJECT: "I have found from experience that a guy's prick can only stand so much licking after he gets his jollies off. The sex sensations on the skin can only take so much."
INTERVIEWER: "Then you use an animal to cause extreme sensations in the sexual organ, or perhaps use an animal to lick it raw ..."
SUBJECT: "Well, very generally speaking, that's about it."
INTERVIEWER: "Do you wish to comment further on this?"
SUBJECT: "No, I'd rather not."
INTERVIEWER: "Well, do you mind if I ask you a few more questions concerning your sexual activities?"
SUBJECT: "No, go right ahead."
INTERVIEWER: "What kind of animals do you use?"
SUBJECT: "I have a pair of monkeys, but they aren't trained very well yet so they don't get in on much of the action. I usually use my dogs. I have two of them. I bought one from a kennel that specializes in training dogs for humans to enjoy sexually. The other I'm training myself, and he's coming along beautifully."
INTERVIEWER: "Would it be possible for you to describe an incident where you used one of your animals for an act of sadism? "
SUBJECT: "Sure. I will tell you about one incident that happened just recently. I had been dating this guy that I didn't really like very much, and I knew that he was a bisexual who dug men more than women. He was just after me for my money, but I will admit he was a great guy to be with. I kept leading him on and I discouraged any sexual advances that he made towards me. After our relationship had gotten past the first several dates and he was making a serious play for me, or for my money, I encouraged a bit of foreplay. I would always stop him though, when I thought he was getting excited. One night he came out and asked me if I had a problem with sex."
INTERVIEWER: "Could there have been any way that he could have found out about your abnormal, shall we say, leanings?"
SUBJECT: "No, because I don't pull off stunts with every male I date, and I don't have that many relationships. You have to remember that I'm not torturing a different guy every day of the year, but that I only do it now and then."
INTERVIEWER: "Please go ahead with your story about your friend who asked you whether or not you have a sex problem. I'm sorry to have interrupted you."
SUBJECT: "That's quite all right. That man I was talking about was just asking for one of my treatments, or I would have never done it to him. Guys that I know who are straight with me or who I like very much I would never pull a stunt on. At any rate, I pretended to get very drunk one evening while we were out doing up the town. We went back to my place on Fifth Avenue. He made me another drink, and he kept acting like he very very high. I knew he was stone sober. He then made a play for me. Using all of the traditional foreplay tricks, I let him think that they were working on me. He finally picked me up off of the sofa and carried me into the bedroom as I groaned in fake anticipation."
INTERVIEWER: "That is to say, you were not excited over his sexual advances?"
SUBJECT: "That's right, and it was because I didn't like him and I'd known after the first two dates with him that, he wasn't sincere in his actions. So, if you would let me finish, I was plopped dowa on the bed. He took all of my clothes off and he did the same. I noticed that he had a short, stubby prick, which turned me off even more. I let him excite me only to the point where I knew he was about to come.
"When I knew he was ready for a little terminal action, I told him to be still while I tied a blindfold over his eyes. I then told him that the reason I didn't have a normal sex drive was that I liked to blow a guy while he was spread-eagle. I told him in such a way that he thought that was why I hadn't tried to turn him before. I asked him if he minded if I were to bind his hands and feet to the corners of the bed very lightly. He hesitated a moment and then agreed. In fact, he said he kind of liked the idea, but he said I really had some weird notions about sex. I had leather straps anchored to the four corners of the bed. I tied his feet loosely with a slip knot that would quickly tighten if he tried to get away. Then I tied his wrists in the same manner. When I knew that he was really pinned to the. bed, I started to get turned on. I reached under the bed where I had arranged a pulley system and I tightened the cords that held my captive in position. He got pale when he realized that the loose cords were now tightly holding him down to the bed, and that he could not move very well. He started to make a noise, so I told him that he better go along with my little game. He couldn't see me, he couldn't move and he knew he had no choice about his situation for the hours that followed. I then put my clothes back on and left the room. I turned on a very heavy opera and turned the volume up quite loud. Nobody ever asks any questions in the place where I live, but I.still like to take precautions. I went into the bedroom that I had converted into a small zoo. I keep my two monkeys, a large aquarium and my two dogs in there when I have company or whatever to engage in a little sport, such as I was doing that evening. I let my two standard poodles out.
"I got back to my victim just as he started to call out my name. He was beginning to call rather loudly, so I knew he was beginning to panic. I stuck a wash rag in his mouth. He really started to strain from his bonds at that point. He was breathing quickly and the jugular veins in his neck were standing out. I didn't touch him, I only snapped my fingers for one of the poodles to begin. The dog jumped up on the bed and began to hck the exposed pecker. The roughness of the dog's tongue turned the guy on very quickly. He quit moving about and relaxed as he enjoyed the dog. The other dog jumped up and started to lick his chest, neck and face. I could see it was a whole new change that he was going through. He came very quickly. After he shot his sperm juices all over his legs and belly, the dog licked up the mess and kept on licking the guy's dick. Meanwhile, the other dog continued to lick at his face and neck.
"The guy started to grunt and groan, and I'm sure if he hadn't had that wash rag in his mouth they would have been horrified yells. The dogs kept it up until he passed out from the pain and the sedative I had slipped him earlier in the evening. As for myself, I'd been getting more and more excited as I watched the guy go through his pain performance. To relieve myself I had the dog, the one that I have trained to lick me until I've had several climaxes in succession, start to work on me. But, as it turned out, the thrill of seeing my bonded victim get such a treatment as I had given him was enough."
INTERVIEWER: "I would imagine that an unsuspecting person finding himself trapped in such a position would be a bit irritated upon waking up, if not extremely sore."
SUBJECT: "The guys react differently when they wake up and the room is dark and they are no longer tied down. Some of them have liked it and requested more of the same medicine. Others leave as quickly as they can, and they're usually so put off or embarrassed at getting sucked into such a stunt that they keep their mouth shut. I have had a couple guys come barging out of the bedroom screaming threats to get me back physically or tell the whole world about how sick I am."
INTERVIEWER: "It seems that the later group would present a physical threat to you, and that it is possible that they might ruin your reputation or make things difficult for you by exposing your actions to others."
SUBJECT: "You're very right. I try to select people that have something they want to hide so that I can play it off to keep them quiet. They're all aware of the fact that I have a lot of money and a lot of power due to my late husband's position and connections. I could make it very difficult for someone, if not ruin them, if they didn't cooperate with me on certain subjects. If I do have a victim that gets a little out of hand physically, I just ring for my butler, who also acts as my personal bodyguard on occasion. He is a Puerto Rican fellow who is as wide as he is tall. He has a scar on his cheek and his nose has obviously been broken a number of times. All in all he's very mean-looking and he has the strength to back him up. So you see, I never feel unsafe whenever I have guests.
"Usually I apologize to the guys whom I victimize and explain that I just thought it might be a kick. I mention that I've heard about guys liking that sort of action, and that I hadn't meant any wrong. Or, I have laughed it off or made up for it in other ways.
"When I went to college, I got my degree in philosophy, a masters in psychology and I have done some work on my Ph.D. I study for a hobby, and it has really helped me in dealing with people. Now, I don't want you to go away ill informed about my actions, and I must stress that I do not engage in such acts with any frequency."
INTERVIEWER: "Could you mention the actual frequency in which you participate in such acts? I would certainly be of interest in our study."
SUBJECT: "No, I won't give you or anyone a diary of what I have done and what I haven't done."
CASE STUDY- Marie A. had a breakdown concerning a series of sexual experimentations with animals, but she has since recovered. Marie is the middle-aged wife of a United States politician.
INTERVIEWER: "After our preliminary questions (Author's note: a series of foregoing questions to establish the pace and the direction of the interview towards the subject matter of our study.) it is obvious that you had a fair amount of sadistic relations with your pets. Would you care to mention them?"
SUBJECT: "Now that I have resolved my personal problems it is a little easier for me to talk about that horrible period of my life. I was very bored when my husband had a tremendous amount of work to do, and he was away from the house for long stretches at a time. I had an affair with our gardener, a virile young college student. It didn't last for too long since he left the job to return to school that fall. The man that took his place was a stupid dolt that didn't interest me in any way. It's possible that my husband planned it that way when he hired the man."
"I found myself in a position where I had a strong sexual desire, but nobody around to comply with my sexual needs. I didn't dare go out and look for anyone, since I couldn't chance ruining my husband's flawless reputation. I'm not that sort of person anyway. I would never dream of picking up some bored husband or searching for a mate in some bar. My desires became more intense the longer my husband would stay away. Finally, after not seeing him for over three weeks, he came home. We were able to have sex, but it ended very badly. He was tired and I demanded too much, which was very poor on my part. He left the following day for Washington and I felt very irritated and disappointed over what had happened the night before.
"I let the incident worry me too much. One night I came home from visiting some friends and when I pulled up the drive I noticed that one of our dogs was getting sexed by another dog that I didn't recognize. I stopped the car and picked up a stick as I got out. I walked over to where the two dogs were engaging in their activities and beat the stray dog with the stick. They were both males, with great big erections, and they were sodomizing each other. The dog would not dismount until I had hit him five or six times with it. The stick was very light and probably didn't hurt very much.
"Well, the dog ran away, but my dog was just a puppy and I caught him trying to mount up on one of our other three dogs the next day. I rolled up a newspaper and hit the puppy with several light blows. When I hit him, it felt as though all of my frustration and aggressions had been released. I thought about that odd feeling quite a bit. I was always frustrated and I had a lot of free time on my hands. Over the next few weeks I encouraged the dogs to come into the house and perform such bestial acts upon one another while I watched. One time I even took off all of my clothes and used an electrical stimulator to masturbate while I watched. When the dogs would get going with their tongues hanging out and panting, I would hit them with a rolled up newspaper. It was a very stimulating thing for me to act out. I had never had any form of sexual interest to that point that was not in keeping with the church and the straightlaced morals my parents had raised me with.
"I was like a little boy smoking in back of the barn. It was a completely rebellious act. As for the dogs, they were amply rewarded with little tidbits of raw meat. They seemed to enjoy the whole thing."
INTERVIEWER: "Therefore, the majority of the times that you did encourage the dogs to have sex in your presence, you only selected the male animals?"
SUBJECT: "I never gave that part of it much notice, but I believe you are right."
INTERVIEWER: "Also, as a point of clarity, you enjoyed the voyeurism of the event without any participation except the beatings you would administer afterwards?"
SUBJECT: "That'sright."
INTERVIEWER: "You masturbated only the one time while watching or administering the beatings to the animals?"
SUBJECT: "Actually, I masturbated twice in a series of over a dozen such episodes."
INTERVIEWER: "Did you ever have fantasies about the dog events? "
SUBJECT: "I certainly did. I would very often dream about the dogs copulating during the night. A few times I dreamed that I was being mounted by one of the dogs."
INTERVIEWER: "Did you ever masturbate while having these fantasies? If you did, was it with a dildo or some other form of subsitute penis or was it manually?"
SUBJECT: "I must admit that when I masturbated, I would very often think about a dog or some other animal penetrating me. I usually masturbated manually, but I did use a plastic stimulant on a number of occasions."
INTERVIEWER: "From the information presented to me before our interview and from what you have told me, am I correct in assuming that you no longer engage in acts of bestiality, such as you have described?"
SUBJECT: "Yes, that's right. I quit having 'bestial identity acts,' as my psychiatrist called them, after I was just about caught in my bedroom with the dogs mounting each other and me with no clothes on. I heard the cleaning lady coming up the stairs, but she didn't come into the bedroom. I quickly got dressed and chased the dogs out. About ten minutes later my husband came home with the news that he had just won a very important election and that he was going to take a week's vacation with me in Mexico."
INTERVIEWER: "You did mention that you had seen a psychiatrist?"
SUBJECT: "Yes, I had been seeing a psychiatrist concerning some other problems I had for quite some time. When the week's vacation was over that I spent with my husband, I no longer had any desire to have any sexual relations with animals. I took the situation to my psychiatrist because it bothered me that I had gotten such a thrill out of the animals. Fortunately we were able to work the problem out. I have thought about the acts since then, and I have fantasized and wondered about them to only a very minor extent. The whole thing has really dissolved into a fling of the past."
CASE STUDY- A female architect, twenty-six years of age, while being questioned about human relations mentioned her involvement with animals. She has a past history of extensive sexual participation with other women and various sex groups. Her problems stem from a very troubled childhood. Her childhood was based around her mother who was an alcoholic and a Lesbian, but yet went through several marriages.
SUBJECT: "You really want me to be frank?"
INTERVIEWER: "We would appreciate it if you would be. Your frankness and candid statements are the point of this entire interview."
SUBJECT: "The last talk we had I told you about how I get pleasure out of jazzing guys and women with a hairbrush. I told you about the animals too ... it was only natural for me to take a beating and then turn around to beat them and scare the piss out of anyone else there.
INTERVIEWER: "Is there any particular reason for this new trend in your sexual direction?"
SUBJECT: "My mother married a guy who had a lot of different businesses. He bought a tourist trap in Florida. It was one of those places along the highway where people could see snakes, alligators, monkeys, and tanks full of all kinds of rare fish. The neat little animal farm had a series of acts to amuse the customers. It was a real money-maker. My old lady and that jerk would leave Los Angeles and jet down there for the weekend all the time. I wondered why they had such an avid interest in the area. Maybe once or twice, yes, but as many times as they went, I was really starting to wonder. The old lady let it out of the bag one night when she was in her cups. The jerk, as I have always called him, got a large charge out of watching the animals ball each other. The two of them just watched to get turned on and then they'd go off and ball each other somewhere.
"I wanted to know what was so damn interesting, so I invited this guy that I'd been fiddling around with to go to Miami with me. We boozed it up and then rented a car to split for the funny farm where all the oversexed animals were supposed to be. We got there in time for some show where a muscular moron was wrestling with a crocodile. I asked the manager a few questions and I introduced myself as the owner's daughter. He changed his attitude a bit when he found out who I was and bought us a couple of drinks at the adjoining bar. Over the booze I made it quite clear to him that we wanted to see some of the same sexy crap that the old lady and old man had been picking up on. The manager thought that sounded all right. After all, I sure as hell don't look like any pristine, white virgin of the apple-pie-of-America set. My little buddy acted a bit surprised, but he blew a joint of grass and settled down to what was in store for us.
"First we got to see a cage of monkeys. They were kept in separate cages so that when they were thrown together they would sex it up for lost time. When they were all let down a series of chutes from their individual cages into a large central cage that has a big window in it, they really made a lot of racket. A littly boy monkey went up to another male and they pulled each other's pods. A little female tried to break into the act by mouthing one of the monkey's dongs. The little guy that she was after blew his rocks and ran away, while the other monkey was pissed since he still hadn't gotten his cookies off. As it turned out, they were all chasing each other and administering blow jobs right and left. The whole scene was really hilarious.
"After a couple of hours of watching the monkeys unwind, we tripped over to another series of cages. In two separate and adjoining enclosures were a male and a female ocelot. The guy that was taking us on the little tour took a stick and dunked it in a bottle of nasty-looking brown stuff. He then took the stick and jammed the females ass with it, leaving her little hinnie hole filled with that nasty stuff. He opened the door to the male's cage. The male rammed into the female's cage and started humping away on her. She protested and tried to get away, but the male grabbed her by the neck with his wild-looking teeth. That put her down a bit, but she still protested, so the male bastard snarled and made a lot of awful sounding noises. She became very docile, and he blew his cool into her rear end.
"We were then led to a snake pit. My date turned a funny grayish white. He was only a parlor stud and cocktail buff, and on top of that he was a male model by profession. The look of fear on his face excited me. I looked at the manager who was conducting the tour, and I saw that he had noticed the fear on my guest's face too. He started in on how snakes are harmless and how all the snakes there had been devenomed, or whatever it is you do to a snake. He winked back at me and I realized that he was all male - a real horny bastard. I got my friend to look over the railing, down into the depths of the fifteen foot pit that housed the snakes. As he peered down at them, I accidently bumped into him. He tumbled into the pit and turned green as he started to scream. The manager told him to be quiet or the snakes would go for him. Quiet or not, his body heat attracted one large snake who was starting over to where he had landed.
"I was informed that he would only get scared pissless down there in the pit and nothing more. That was exactly what I wanted and the manager had sensed it too. That's why he helped me set it up. I turned to the burly bastard and jumped at him. He caught me and pushed me to my knees. He flipped his bone out and crammed it into my mouth. I was charged after watching the creep in the snake pit pissing in his pants. I was so charged up after watching the snakes and all of the animals go at it that I blew the guy's peter to the point where he was afraid that I was about to drain his mind out through his dick. What a scene that was. After he jammed my head full of jism, he pulled me down to the ground and we stripped and made it.
"Needless to say that besides some grass, a little cleaning on his pants and yanking him out of the pit, our snake man was all right. He never took another trip with me, but I took quite a few more trips down to that gassy animal farm. I ran a lot of similar and interesting routes at that little family fun spot."
It must be noted that the subject in the last interview became very hostile, and when the interviewers approached her concerning other areas of bestiality, she only commented that she was a person who dealt in sex of every possible nature. The interviewer went on to say that in the cases he had come in contact with, bestiality easily lent itself to a slant of masochism or sadism, as the case may be. It is only natural that the practices of having sex with animals should lead to such extremes, for after all, the basic factor of a human having sexual relations with an animal of another species is one of the most bizarre actions a person can engage in. The cases we have just seen have given us a good picture of the pleasure-pain syndrome when dealing in bestial activities.
Chapter Eight
ANIMAL MAGNETISM
In the last chapter we saw how the extreme cases of bestiality can lead into the areas of masochism, sadism and other such extremes. The word extreme applies to the foregoing statement because a definite span of involvement in the magnetism of zoophilists to animals is evident. On the weaker side, cases of loving animals that might be nonsexual but verging on a sexual relationship do exist. By progressing this line of thought we end up with the extremists who can only obtain sexual satisfaction through the most bizarre actions.
In other words, the factors we are dealing with in this sphere of animalism depends on what must be done and how it is done to achieve gratification. The relativity is in the form of the outcome of such actions on a biological level, the physical plane and the total surrounding environment. The Romans were known for taking a Christian girl, and a virgin at that, and fastening her to a supporting barrack while they allowed a giraffe to penetrate her vagina with his enormous penis. The act, which was performed for the entertainment of the arena crowds, would split the girl's pelvic region and ultimately cause her an excruciating death in front of the crowds.
Many decades later there were individuals who had a flare for such imaginative acts. We use the term imaginative acts' so as not to label something that would cause one to pass a value judgement on a particular action or event', which might negatively ramble on into the distant future. Bestialists were punished for their acts by being tied by different limbs to stallions that would be whipped until they charged off in different directions. The result, of course, would be the victim being dismembered by the opposing forces. During the same period, bestialists that were not caught by non-believers are reported to have done similar acts for their own pleasure.
In this chapter we intend to review a series of case histories, all of which display magnetism or a strong direction towards animals of another species, both sexually and nonsexually. The point of this series of short extractions is to show the variance such interests might take. There will be six cases presented, all of which, started with only a minor involvement and progressed to a psychopathic involvement.
CASE HISTORY ONE:
"I have an emotional attachment to my two cats. They are both Siamese. When my husband passed away several years ago, I began to become more emotionally dependent on them. I let them sleep in my bed, and I received a very gratifying sensation when I would hug one of them or when one of them would lick my cheek. Sometimes when I have guests over to my home, they seem a little alarmed by the amount of affection I show my cats. When I am in the company of people who do not know my cats, I talk about them as though they were my close friends or perhaps my children.
"It is so odd that I have developed such an emotional attachment to the creatures, but I truly do enjoy the relationship the three of us have been able to share. I have not carried my involvement with them to the point of any carnal stimulation in the form of sexual activities. I have never been physically oriented in life anyway. I have read about and heard about situations where people substitute other animals for a human sexual partneri and I think the whole thing is vulgar. I must state emphatically that I think such relations are plain vulgar and nothing more. I live by very tight standards, although I am tolerant towards others, but carnal knowledge of a pet or other such animal leaves me cold."
Statement by a thirty-eight-year-old widow who by all outward appearances of her busy social life is absolutly normal. (Source: Private files of a M.D.)
CASE HISTORY TWO:
"I am a woman who is very lonely. I have many deep-seated problems that do not allow me to communicate with other people to any satisfying degree. What makes the situation even worse is that I am surrounded by the busy social life that my husband has always enjoyed so much. I have one young boy that takes up a lot of my time that is left over while my husband is not entertaining or is out of town.
"Like I say, I am very busy with the social whirlwind that confronts me daily, but I never derive any satisfaction from the entire scene. I have one outlet for my problem, and that is a series of pets I own. I have an aquarium with a lot of exotic fish. I know them all individually and each of them has a name. I talk with them when I know no one is around to listen. I have a pair of rabbits that I bought for my son, and I also give them human roles in my life. I have a toy terrier, who is my biggest pal. Sometimes I even frighten myself by the extent I try to turn him into a human friend. I have fantasized about him mounting me like he does the little dog that lives next door. I seldom masturbate when I'm not thinking about my dog mounting me or me playing with his sexual parts. "My husband and I have a very normal sex life, but I would like to tell him about some of my fantasies. One morning I mentioned to him that I had read in a ladies magazine about a woman who did the things that I do. Now, you and I both know that there never was any article. I was just trying to feel him out. My husband just laughed and said that her husband should buy a monkey for her because monkeys were known for being very effective in such areas. He went on to tell me about how in the Phillipines during World War II he'd seen them 'jacking off.' I pretended to be shocked by his coarse use of the language, but now I would like to buy a monkey so that it could 'jack off' with me watching. Who knows, I might even want the monkey to get my jollies off. I know that when my son gets older I will buy a monkey, but until then I will have to wait or my husband will become too suspicious."
Statements from a thirty-four-year-old housewife who is married to a corporate executive of international prominence. (Source: Taped session from the files of a psychiatrist.)
CASE HISTORY THREE:
"I have a sex life that befits my position as an aid to one of the executive administrators for the American Embassy in a large Latin American city, which is low key. I used my inheritance to the best avail, and I have a very nice little income. I have a lovely home in the outskirts of the city, and it is located in one of the better residential areas. As I realized that I was getting older and had not yet married, and that the social life of my college days had disappeared, I decided to make some plans.
"I decided to make my plans only after catching my houseboy making wild love to my maid. In the country where I am living the servants are cheap and everybody seems to have them. When I was living back in the States I had never had any experience with hired help. When I caught the two of them, they were both extremely embarrassed, and I told the boy to meet me in my office in fifteen minutes. He apologized for doing such things in the house of 'a lady and fine mistress,' I told him that it was all right this time, but for him not to let it happen again. I then told him to strip. He grinned and did what he was told. He had dark skin that covered a perfect system of bones and muscles. He told me that he had been raised on the coast and that he had always worked very hard. It was a first time for me, not the sex, but seducing a young boy.
"I took my clothes off, and he was amazed at the whiteness of my skin. I'm a very slender person and I happen to look very good in a bathing suit or in the nude, but the clothes I generally wore to the office made me look a bit on the skinny side. I was really horny, to put it mildly, and I knew that the office gossip had no way of finding out about the gold mine of sex fulfillment I had discovered. The boy and I had sex right there in my office. We enjoyed each other on a very regular basis from then on. He was very experienced and was a welcomed change from all of the conservative dates I'd been going on with people I met through embassy functions.
"It wasn't long after that that I became engaged to a career diplomat, but I continued to have sex with my houseboy. I heard a lot of squawking one night when I returned home early from a party. The noise was very odd. It was coming from the maid's quarters. I snuck up the stairs that led to the roof where the servants' rooms were, and I saw the maid without a stitch of her uniform on. I then saw my beautiful little houseboy sitting on the floor with his legs spread far apart, and he was naked too. He was holding a big, fat, white chicken. It must have been one of the hens that the maid kept on the roof to fatten up for eating.
"The boy would stick the squawking and wing-flapping chicken all the way down on his barber pole of a prick. He would then raise it until he was clear out of the bird, and then look at_the maid and they would both laugh. He would then plunge the bird back down on his tool. This went on for quite a while as I hid and watched. He then went over and poked the maid a few times. After getting her going, he would go back over to the chicken and they would both laugh some more. I finally, with all the help of the tequila I had consumed at the party and the Latin atmosphere of the maid's quarters, broke out laughing.
"They both looked around with shocked expressions on their faces, but when they saw how much I was enjoying the whole thing they beckoned to me to come in and join them. I first went to the liquor closet and got the makings for some more fun. The evening turned into the wildest situation I had ever been involved in. I had read about the sex that the natives have with the animals and with each other, but actually being involved was wonderful. We kept on with our little parties, and we still do have them. However, we must be very careful about doing such wild acts, after all I am supposed to be a Senorita decente."
Excerpts from a casual talk with a lady who is an aid to a top ranking administrator to one of the largest American Embassies in Latin America. (Source: A tape from the collection of a noted novelist who is well-known for his research in the field of erotica.)
CASE HISTORY FOUR:
"During my childhood I was exposed to a lot of sex play by my parents and their wild group of international party people. We spent a lot of time on the farm that our family owned in the Midwest, especially when I was growing up. My parents allowed me to take a lot of my school vacations there. As I got a little older I became more aware of the sex that my parents and their friends were involved in. I put two and two together and realized that I was too young to do any of the things the adults were doing, but I sure wanted to since it all looked like so much fun.
"I had known for quite a while that the animals on the farm were having the same kind of fun, that is they were sexing it up. I watched the pigs we had and they sure did a lot of screwing. We had two horses, a stallion and a mare. They were usually kept apart, but when they got a chance to get together the old stallion wouldn't lose a minute in trying to make it with the mare. Dogs ran all over the place because my father was big on all kinds of animals and he liked to have as many around as possible. The dogs were the worst of all. We had a pack of them that would run around the barns, but they were always kept away from the house. Two of the bitches in the pack seemed to always be coming into heat. As soon as they would hit the season they would be fucking all over the place with all of the different males. The farm hands would always joke around about it, and they would keep the puppies for their kids or give them away.
"I watched one of the farm hands one day staring at some pigs that were grunting away at each other as the big, fat sow was getting porked. I was going to keep walking, but I decided that it would be wise to duck back around the corner of the barn where the hand couldn't see me. He didn't know that I was watching. He got so horny over the situation that he pulled out his dong and socked it to the sow after he got the boar out of the pig pen and into an adjoining cage.
"I watched until he was done, but one of his buddies caught me staring and grabbed me. He took me down to where the rest of the action was taking place. I was turned on by the whole thing. I had been riding the little man in my boat for quite a while, and I knew basically what was happening. I told the guys that I would tell my dad if they didn't let go of me and take their pants off. Farm hands being farm hands, they were pretty scared and dumb to boot. The both of them pulled out their peckers. They sure had big knobs. I touched and felt both of them. One of them got so hot and bothered that he pulled his handle and shot all over his buddy. I told them that I would really tell on them if they didn't keep quiet about the whole scene. I told them that I was old enough to know what I was doing and that I had a bit of hair on my twat. So, I pulled down my panties and yanked my doodle for them.
"The summer went by quickly with all the knob pulling and the twat tweeking. By the end of the summer I had seen both of them go through all the animals on the place. They were pretty dull guys mentally, but they sure had a lot going for them when it came to picking up the physically oriented side of life. The next summer I went back to the farm and rejoined my playmates. I demanded that they get a pig to poke me before the summer was over. It took quite a bit of talking, but I finally convinced them. The reason that I wanted to try it was that I had read in a book at school about the great Roman Emperor that loved to see women get it that way. Well, it had been my first year in boarding school and there had been nothing except spoiled, over-sexed girls, which was another reason I wanted to try something new and different.
"I was out in one of the pens one afternoon when my two buddies came up to me and told me that it was time for a bit of sausage. I could see that they were a bit juiced up with booze. They stripped me and took me to the pig pen. The only one in there was the boar, so I knew that they had made the preparations. The sow was tied up in another pen. One of the fellows walked over to her and rubbed his hand in her sex part. He then walked back over to me and ran his fingers around in between my legs and up my cunt. They led the boar over to me. He sniffed and tickled the hell out of me with his pork face. He really got the hots after snorting at some of the sow lube I had between my legs. My buddies helped him mount me. He was a heavy rascal, but the weight of his body rested mainly on his back legs and a lot of the rest of the weight was being carried by the two guys. They helped to get the pig's appendage in me. He started to work it around inside of me. It felt like a crooked drill bit with funny grooves. It got way up inside of me when the boar shot off. He snorted three or four times and then worked it in a little more and shot again. The jism was real warm and I could feel it start to run down my thighs.
"That was my initiation into taking it from a beast, and believe me, it was really a thrilling trip. I got caught by my old man later on. Boy, was he ever pissed. He shipped me off to a very fine girls' school that handled problem cases, and I didn't see another animal for four years, except the Lesbian pig of a roommate I had. When I got out of school I went to several farms, but the sex wasn't nearly as good as I could have with my pet dog. I like to get donged by guys as much as possible, but I also like to fill in with as much of the doggie bit as my poor little clit will stand."
Excerpts from a statement by a twenty-five-year-old heiress who has a reputation for being a "self-styled swinger." (Source: Private psychiatric files.)
CASE HISTORY FIVE:
"It was very dark in the basement. The only light came from the series of flickering candles placed about the dungeonlike room. There were more than a dozen of us watching as the naked girl was dragged into the middle of the room. We all wore masks so that she would never be able to recognize us again. We had kidnapped her from off the street in a nearby city. We had blindfolded her and given her a sedative for the trip.
"We tied her to a special contraption that we had made for just such occasions. Her belly was flat down on the tablelike apparatus, and the shape of the contraption made it appear as though she was on her hands and knees, except that her legs were widely spread. One of our members brought out a whip and flagellated her white flanks until they were streaked with blood and lined with welts. A large dog was then let into the room. He went up to the girl, sniffed her and violated her anus. She screamed and yelled for help as she thrashed around trying to break her bondage.
"As the muscular rear of the dog violently shoved his big penis in and out of the girl's small anus, she cried out in pain and shook in fright. Those of us watching were all obtaining the utmost in pleasure from the excellent performance we had managed to set up for ourselves that night. When the girl was totally sodomized and worn out, another victim was brought out. We had kidnapped four that night, and each "and every one of the performances was equally satisfying."
Statements from a young woman who is a confirmed sadist, and who runs a private club for such activities on the west coast. (Source: Primary interview.)
CASE HISTORY SIX:
"I own a small ranch on the outskirts of Tucson that my girl friend and I visit often. We are both Lesbians. I have the place all set up for the kind of thrill we like to enjoy. I have a lot of animals, and I have a Mexican family living on the ranch to care for them when I'm not there. We do some very wild things on that little ranch. There is a six foot stone wall surrounding the place for protection and also to keep the fuzz away.
"Ill tell you about a couple of the milder deals we do for kicks. I fill my pussy up with corn or meal and let a starving duck go at me until I pass out with pain and pleasure from the bird's bill smacking and working away at my twat. Nellie, my girl friend, likes to strap on a dildo and stick it in a chicken while I work over her rear door. As she gets more and more excited, she will take the knife she always has handy and slice the bird's head off. I love to torture a set of monkeys that we have, and will run the dogs ragged until they have been punished and sexualized thoroughly."
Statements from a middle-aged daughter of a multimillionaire who is now committed to a mental ward of a State hospital. (Source: Files of a leading penologist.)
CONCLUSION
Through the many cases we have viewed in the foregoing chapters, it becomes very obvious that acts of bestiality in the sphere of wealthy women are existent and flourishing. In the future we will note a marked increase in such activities, if the indications we have obtained through our study are directive as they have been in the past. Sources that are qualified to make such prognostications tend to agree with the conclusions we have been able to draw from the study, and that bestiality is presently on the increase.
The underlying motivations for such interests can readily be seen in most of the cases, which was why we selected those particular studies and interviews. Of course, this entire study must be annotated with the specification that all of the chosen cases were people that could financially and socially afford to enjoy their more bizarre interests. They are also able to hide and conceal a great deal due to their backgrounds, associations and sophistication, which makes it somewhat difficult to analyze the problem as a whole.
A four letter word, an action or consideration will stand out in the mind of the public. Surface hedonism and outright acts of sexual abnormality or vileness seem to get the attention and recognition that bestiality seldom gets. The former are treated with the justice of the masses geared for the problems of only a few. This brings about punishment by the authorities, medical or para-medical experts, or a host of other professionals in the various fields that might come in contact with such aberrations. As for bestiality, there are laws in existence prohibiting its practice legally, as there are laws prohibiting most sexual aberrations. However, there seems to be less tolerance or objectivity in the area of abnormal sex called bestiality. As the bestial practices continue to increase, the society as a whole will be faced with the problem of having to deal with such matters more and more. For the time being, though, bestiality still remains a smaller segment of unlawful carnal gratifications.
As we have seen the various bestial acts run the gamut from the very harmless acts of affection to the very harmful acts of sado-masochism, which brings up the problem of treating the degree of the situations. As the person committing such acts causes more harm to the animal than to any human participant, his acts should be treated accordingly. This brings up the point that all illnesses, including mental illness, are treated and measured in degrees. Many of the people whose cases have been revealed in this book will never have a serious mental problem or illness, due to the fact that they will face their problem and want to cure it. Other cases, on the other hand, will only get worse until the individual is either committed to a mental institution or convicted as a criminal.
Whatever the degree of the situation, it must be recognized and remembered that such activities have existed over the ages and that they are presently being practiced. Bestiality is a reality. It must be faced with the prudence, understanding and maturity that other problems in related areas receive, such as homosexuality. It also comes to the front that many of the cases, such as we have seen, are treated with a tremendous amount of nonobjective contempt or disregard. It is foolish not to accept such people and such acts for what they are, even if they are shocking to most people. It is also foolish not to realize that bestial acts are human failures that must be coped with on a very realistic plane.
